I sat there, still in shock.
"Prince, toi alright?" Jaafar asked. I remaind silent. "Wait, you're telling me that she never told toi any of that?"
"Nope." I responded coldy, shoving my bowl into the sink.
"Oh no! Prince! I'm sorry, man!" Jaafar apologized as I brushed them off.
"It's not your fault my girlfriend is a liar." I a dit as I shook my head and walked out of the kitchen. I was getting so angry and I felt like I couldn't control myself. I had to go and blow off some steam before I confronted Elle about it. I grabbed some shorts and went for a jog, but it didn't help. I still felt like kicking someones cul, ass when I came accueil and took a shower. I wanted to coup de poing a wall, break glass, yell, ou just break something that was around me.
When I was done with my shower, I walked back to my room. Elle wasn't there. She must have been eating lunch. I sighed and sat down at the edge of the bed. As I thought about her getting the abortion more, the anger inside of me grew even bigger. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.
My bedroom door opened. I looked up. Elle walked in and started to walk to the bathroom. She stopped in her tracks when she saw me and opened her mouth to say something, but I interrupted her.
"So when were toi planning on telling me?" I asked coldly, looking her in the eye.
"Tell toi about what?" She asked innocently.
"You don't have to pretend anymore, Elle. Just stop lying. I know everything that toi didn't tell me." My words sounded like daggars as I spat them at her. Elle immediatly started to choke up, hot tears brimming at the edge of her eyes.
"Prince, I'm sorry! I just couldn't handle anything anymore!" She replied. The anger started to come back, but even harder.
"What do toi mean toi couldn't handle anything?" I yelled as I jumped off of the bed.
"You don't understand." Her voice was weak and soft as she started to sob. I didn't care.
"What don't I fucking understand, Elle? How can understand anything when toi barely even talk to me?! And now, when toi finally start to open up, its all just lies!" I screamed at her.
"Do toi think I wanted to lie to you? Do toi think I even wanted this to happen? I can't talk to toi anymore! It's like toi don't care about me! I wanted to tell toi before I even did anything, but I knew this would happen!"
"THIS FIGHT THAT WERE HAVING HERE WOULDN'T HAVE EVER HAPPENED IF toi JUST TALKED TO ME!" I screamed at her. My head was starting to hurt. All of the yelling that was going on wasn't helping with anything.
"YES, IT WOULD HAVE, AND toi KNOW IT! I CAN'T EVEN STATE MY OPINION WITHOUT toi YELLING BACK AT ME! MAYBE I DIDN'T WANT TO GET PREGNANT, PRINCE. MAYBE I DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE A BABY IN 9 MONTHS. toi ONLY THINK ABOUT WHAT toi WANT!" Elle yelled the loudest I have ever heard her raise her voice at anyone. I couldn't stand being this mad without hitting something. I raised my hand and smacked her on the cheek. I immediatly wished I could go back into time and take it back.
Elle's reaction scared me. Not because she hit me back, which she didn't, but because of the pure shock and hatred that was in her eyes. The tears that once had stopped, started to flow slowly. She stood there, clutching her cheek and staring at me. I couldn't bare to look her in the eye. The guilt was blinding me.
"I'm done with this." She a dit as she started to pack her things up.
"Wait- Elle!" I a dit as she started to leave the room. She ran out quickely, remembering the drill and how it always used to play out. She got angry, I felt guilty, she ran out, I grabbed her par the arm and kissed her and everything was better again. But not this time. As I tried to pull her back into a kiss, she smacked me away, pounding on my arm and shoulder until i let go. She pushed away and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind her.
"Prince, toi alright?" Jaafar asked. I remaind silent. "Wait, you're telling me that she never told toi any of that?"
"Nope." I responded coldy, shoving my bowl into the sink.
"Oh no! Prince! I'm sorry, man!" Jaafar apologized as I brushed them off.
"It's not your fault my girlfriend is a liar." I a dit as I shook my head and walked out of the kitchen. I was getting so angry and I felt like I couldn't control myself. I had to go and blow off some steam before I confronted Elle about it. I grabbed some shorts and went for a jog, but it didn't help. I still felt like kicking someones cul, ass when I came accueil and took a shower. I wanted to coup de poing a wall, break glass, yell, ou just break something that was around me.
When I was done with my shower, I walked back to my room. Elle wasn't there. She must have been eating lunch. I sighed and sat down at the edge of the bed. As I thought about her getting the abortion more, the anger inside of me grew even bigger. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.
My bedroom door opened. I looked up. Elle walked in and started to walk to the bathroom. She stopped in her tracks when she saw me and opened her mouth to say something, but I interrupted her.
"So when were toi planning on telling me?" I asked coldly, looking her in the eye.
"Tell toi about what?" She asked innocently.
"You don't have to pretend anymore, Elle. Just stop lying. I know everything that toi didn't tell me." My words sounded like daggars as I spat them at her. Elle immediatly started to choke up, hot tears brimming at the edge of her eyes.
"Prince, I'm sorry! I just couldn't handle anything anymore!" She replied. The anger started to come back, but even harder.
"What do toi mean toi couldn't handle anything?" I yelled as I jumped off of the bed.
"You don't understand." Her voice was weak and soft as she started to sob. I didn't care.
"What don't I fucking understand, Elle? How can understand anything when toi barely even talk to me?! And now, when toi finally start to open up, its all just lies!" I screamed at her.
"Do toi think I wanted to lie to you? Do toi think I even wanted this to happen? I can't talk to toi anymore! It's like toi don't care about me! I wanted to tell toi before I even did anything, but I knew this would happen!"
"THIS FIGHT THAT WERE HAVING HERE WOULDN'T HAVE EVER HAPPENED IF toi JUST TALKED TO ME!" I screamed at her. My head was starting to hurt. All of the yelling that was going on wasn't helping with anything.
"YES, IT WOULD HAVE, AND toi KNOW IT! I CAN'T EVEN STATE MY OPINION WITHOUT toi YELLING BACK AT ME! MAYBE I DIDN'T WANT TO GET PREGNANT, PRINCE. MAYBE I DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE A BABY IN 9 MONTHS. toi ONLY THINK ABOUT WHAT toi WANT!" Elle yelled the loudest I have ever heard her raise her voice at anyone. I couldn't stand being this mad without hitting something. I raised my hand and smacked her on the cheek. I immediatly wished I could go back into time and take it back.
Elle's reaction scared me. Not because she hit me back, which she didn't, but because of the pure shock and hatred that was in her eyes. The tears that once had stopped, started to flow slowly. She stood there, clutching her cheek and staring at me. I couldn't bare to look her in the eye. The guilt was blinding me.
"I'm done with this." She a dit as she started to pack her things up.
"Wait- Elle!" I a dit as she started to leave the room. She ran out quickely, remembering the drill and how it always used to play out. She got angry, I felt guilty, she ran out, I grabbed her par the arm and kissed her and everything was better again. But not this time. As I tried to pull her back into a kiss, she smacked me away, pounding on my arm and shoulder until i let go. She pushed away and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind her.
Michael Jackson is grooming his oldest son to follow in his footsteps as the suivant King of Pop.
While Michael reportedly wants Prince Michael, 12, “to enjoy his childhood,” the record-setting “Thriller” legend is diligently training the preteen to make an impact on the charts in the suivant few years.
A Jackson Camp insider tells In Touch Weekly: “Michael has been voice-coaching him and asked to do a duet with Prince on his tour.”
“They’ve been working on a track.”
While Michael reportedly wants Prince Michael, 12, “to enjoy his childhood,” the record-setting “Thriller” legend is diligently training the preteen to make an impact on the charts in the suivant few years.
A Jackson Camp insider tells In Touch Weekly: “Michael has been voice-coaching him and asked to do a duet with Prince on his tour.”
“They’ve been working on a track.”