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Sinead O'Connor Details A Scary Night She Spent With Prince in New Memoir 'Rememberings'

Sinead O'Connor Details A Scary Night She Spent With Prince in New Memoir 'Rememberings'

Sinead O’Connor is opening up about a scary moment in her life that involved Prince.

The story came from inside her own new memoir, “Rememberings”, which will be out on June 1.

Recalling the night in 1990, Sinead revealed that the meeting came out of nowhere when he called her and asked if he could send a car so they could hang out.

had earned a No. 1 single for “Nothing Compares 2 You,” which Prince had written and released on his own. However, it was not a hit for him.

Click inside to learn more about Sinead O’Connor’s scary night with Prince…

She continued, remembering that a long black limousine had arrived for her at around 9 p.m. and the driver, who did not speak, took her to a large, dimly lit house. There, she had rung the doorbell for several minutes, but there was no answer. She had no idea where she was, and the driver had left.

Moments later, the door opened up and a man motioned for her to enter, which she did through two enormous reception rooms with aluminum foil covering the massive windows.

“What’s with that?” she asked the man, who responded with the only four words he’d speak all night: “He don’t like light.”

She was then left alone in a kitchen with a small breakfast bar, and like most people, started to peek into the cabinets before she sensed someone was watching her in the room.

“Soon there’s a swoosh sound and a sweet smell from somewhere behind me,” she writes. “I turn round. Prince is in the doorway. Ol’ Fluffy Cuffs. Seems like he’s wearing literally all the makeup ever applied to the face of Boy George.”

Sinead said that Prince offered her a drink, and she asked for anything non-alcoholic.

“He turns his back to reach up in the cupboard for a glass,” she continued. “Then, quick as a flash, he spins round, slams the glass down so hard in front of me that I don’t know how his hand doesn’t go through it, and says, ‘Get it yourself.’”

With his motion, Sinead was suddenly triggered by his behavior and recalled the abuse from her past.

“I’ve seen this before. I grew up with it. I know it like the back of my hand. I start mentally checking for exits without taking my eyes off him,” she writes. “I realize I don’t know where I am. I don’t know how to find the front door. I don’t know how to find a cab. I’m away off up in some hills very far from the highway is all I know.”

After pacing back and forth at the breakfast bar, he finally yelled at her, saying, “I don’t like the language you’re using in print interviews.”

“You mean English?” she replied. “Oh. I’m sorry about that, the Irish was beaten out of us.”

After her told her that he meant her swearing, she told him that she didn’t work for him, and that if he didn’t like it, he could f*** himself: “This reeeeeeeeaaaally pisses him off, but he contains it in a silent seethe.”

They then winded up sitting at a small table in a room with almost no light, with Prince shouted orders at the man who had shown her inside. He held a tray with two bowls of soup, and was “carrying himself as if he’s a battered child about to get beaten again.”

After politely passing on the soup, Prince insisted and repeatedly ordered the man, “in a demeaning and humiliating manner,” to serve the soup anyway.

“[Prince] turns his vicious little face to mine and says, in a tone normal people would use when discussing feces, ‘This, by the way, is my brother Duane,’” Sinead writes. “I’m stunned. And I’m disgusted that he could treat his brother so badly. I express this as poor Duane fades out of the room. Things get heated.”

After the soup incident, Prince then left the room and returned with two pillows, asking her for a pillow fight. She agreed, hoping it would change the visit’s tone. But as soon as he hit her, she realized that “he’s got something in the pillow, stuffed down the end, designed to hurt. He ain’t playing at all.”

Sinead is now terrified and while Prince tired himself out and went back upstairs, she ran for the front door. The limo driver was there, but he was sleeping, and she didn’t want to wake him, so she tried quietly calling out for Duane, but Prince had woken up again and “ordered” her back into the house, which she did.

After some time, he told her she was permitted to open the door and ask the driver to take her home. She informed him that she didn’t want to wake the driver, preferring to take a cab instead.

“Another temper tantrum ensues. How dare I not do as he is telling me?” she writes, adding that she tried reasoning with him and told him how unsafe she felt. Prince responded by lifting his face six inches from hers and staring into her eyes for what felt like eons.

It was then that she got “a cold fear in my stomach” and ran out the front door, and woke the driver, all while screaming for Duane. However, Prince took control once again and took her by the elbow, and instructed Duane and the driver to leave.

He was persistent in taking her home himself and started to look around for his car keys, but she was not getting in a car with him under any circumstances, and as soon as there was a chance, she ran into woods surrounding his house.

He screamed after her, “Where the f*** have you gone?”

After about half an hour, she saw him drive away, and began walking home. The sun was rising. Once closer to the highway, she stuck out her thumb, hoping to hitch a ride home and also praying that Prince wouldn’t be the one to pick her up.

But to her dismay, he was.

“He drives alongside me, rolls down the passenger window, and orders me to get in,” she writes. “I tell him he can suck my d***. Or some such. He screeches the car to a halt in the slow lane and gets out. Starts chasing me round the car, telling me he’s gonna kick the s–t out of me (as if I hadn’t spotted clue one at 10 p.m.)”

This continued for several minutes until Sinead realized they were surrounded by houses. She found an opportune moment, ran to one, and rang the bell. After a minute, Prince got back in his car, pondered the situation and drove off.

When the ordeal was finally over, she relayed the story to her manager, Steve Fargnoli, who had formerly been Prince’s manager, and when he heard her story, he went “berserk.”

“He wants to go round and shoot Fluffy Cuffs. As does another of his friends,” she writes. “They say I’ve been a victim of an attack that was actually meant to terrorize Steve.”

Apparently at the time, Prince and Steve were involved in a legal dispute at the time.

“I never wanted to see that devil again,” she writes of late musician Prince. “But I think of Duane fondly, quite often.”

Late last year, Sinead headed to rehab for this reason.

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