To my beautiful husband , my love for you is too strong. Strong enough to cause self destruction. We've been through a lot in the past few years. I write this letter to tell you, I'm divorcing you. I can't go through this with you anymore. The constant arguing, physical fighting, no loving each other, the toxic air that we breathe in. I have found someone else that makes me happy. He doesn't argue or hit me when he's in the wrong. Or just hits me for no reason at all. I have finally found peace. My hair has grew longer. My skin feels nourishment. I no longer see the bruises that you've made. I no longer feel the depression, burden, or the pain that you caused. I feel free. For the first time in five years, I feel free. I can finally breathe.
I didn't write this letter to say I hate you. Because I don't. Deep down in my healed heart, I still love you. I still love you enough to forgive you for causing me bad pain. But my love is not enough for you. You need to learn how to love yourself. You need to get some help. I know someone that can help you. She's the best! She helped me heal. I've ran away from Minneapolis. I'm never coming back. I've changed my number. Don't bother come looking for me either. I'm at peace, I want to stay at peace. I hope you get the help that you need & change. May you live to see the dawn.
-Love, Vanity
Holy crap! This letter is from Vanity. She wrote this so emotionally angry. Vanity wrote this to Prince? They were married for five years? Could she be my mother? I turned the letter over to see a phone number on the back. I quickly dialed the number & put it up to my ear. The number went straight to voicemail.
"Hi, this is Amy. Amy Jackson. I don't know who you are. But I think you know who I am. I might be your daughter."
I hung the phone up. I hope Vanity or somebody calls back. I really need some answers.
"Princess?" Diamond voice echoed in the background.
I quickly put everything back in the box & locked it. I crawled back to the closet. I closed the door & locked it. I pushed the shelf back over to the wall. I looked down at my pajamas. They're dirty. I quick took them off & threw them behind the shelf. Diamond walked in the closet.
"There you are I was looking for you." Diamond said.
She was already dressed. She wore a black blazer jacket with no bra, waist trousers, loose belt, Gucci black heels with satin gloves. She wore a black hat to top it all off.
"I-I was looking for an outfit to wear."
"Oh, let me help you." Diamond went through the rack of clothes. "Me & Pearl are taking you shopping."
"Again?"
"Yes, again! I need you to pick out some clothes for a special occasion that's happening today." Diamond said.
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Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss {Prince Rogers Nelson}
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