The beautiful singing that I heard, all of a sudden came to a halt. I was discouraged because I was actually enjoying it. It sounded like a lullaby. The figure came towards me, so I sat up. I was going to remain lying down, but it made no sense given that I was quivering with fear. I looked at him and I nearly fainted. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He had beautiful hair, brown skin, brown eyes, and was quite slim. He was very short. Shorter than I was. Maybe that's why he was wearing high heels. I didn't care though, he was so hot!

"Hello? Did you hear me?" I braced myself for the pain I was about to endure. But then I remembered. This wasn't Michael. "I'm sorry. I was just...thinking." "About what"? He asked me. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't just spill my guts out to him. Not to somebody I met literally like a minute ago. He looked trustworthy enough though, so I told him. "I'm just trying to get away. I can't do it anymore. He treats me like I'm dirt. Like I'm lower than dirt. I had to run away, before something really bad happens!"
"What's his name?" "His name is Michael." I told him. "I'm sorry to hear that such horrible things could be happening to a beautiful girl like you. How about you stay with me?"

I was a little hesitant at first, but gave in. I decided to go with this stranger to his house. What was I thinking? What if he finds me? Oh well, I'll decide later. As me and this stranger were walking to his house, (Which was actually just down the street) I decided to start conversation.

"So, um, what is your name?" I asked him.
"Prince." "Not your nickname, your name name." I said with an amused tone in my voice. But he was not amused. "That is my name. My name is Prince. Prince Rogers Nelson."

"Oh. Nice name." "And what is your name?" He said as we approached his front door. He had a huge house. Purple on the outside. I smiled on the inside because I loved the color purple. "My name is Joelle. Joelle Elise Castro." I said feeling pretty great about saying my name. I loved the name.
"Your name, not your grandmother's name." He said, trying to get back at me. We then walked into his house, through a hallway, and sat on a long purple couch in the living room. "Oh shut up! That is my name. By the way, what were you doing at the park?" I asked him. Confused about why he was singing in the park at that time of night in the first place. "I like to write songs." He started. "I was just singing a sample. And trying to let more lyrics just flow out naturally." "Well your voice is beautiful. Maybe you can sing to me".

Omg did I just say that? I thought I said that in my head. Prince chuckled. "Maybe." Prince yawned and turned around to go to bed. I just sat on the sofa. Prince turned around and asked me. "Aren't you coming?" "What do you mean?" I asked him. "Well I can't let a pretty girl like you sleep on a couch. That's not...gentlemanly. " "Is that even a word?" I asked jokingly. "It is now. Come on."

I got up and followed him into his room. It was purple also. And smelled like vanilla. "My favorite color is purple too." I told him. He looked at me and smirked. I got in the bed and he did as well. I was so tired and fell asleep almost instantly. But right before I drifted off, I could feel Prince's arm wrap around me. I let him. I finally felt safe.

HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS ONE!!! IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS OR SUGGESTIONS OR ANYTHING JUST ASK OR TELL ME. I WILL ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS IN EACH CHAPTER BECAUSE I USED A FAKE EMAIL SO I CAN'T REPLY DIRECTLY TO YOU 😂 I AM 15 BTW.