Rookie (Eminem Fanfic)

White Lie

Marshall POV

I'm feeling this chick. I didn't have to call her cuz she called me first, so that's good right? She seemed like she was into it when I kissed her the other night. I'll try to keep staying in contact and see where it goes.

I looked up RayLynn's concert on YouTube after we hung up and it came right up. I was pleasantly surprised at what I saw. I didn't realize she could dance like that. It's so hot when a chick can move her body like that. She has pure talent. There was a knock on my office door.

"Yo man, what the fuck you doing? You been in here for over an hour!" Porter yelled from the doorway.

"Sorry dawg, I'm just watching the RayLynn Knight show from last night."

"RayLynn Knight? You hung up on this chick?"

"Nah, but we've talked a couple times now. I just wanna see how good she is live."

"Yeah? Does she talk about that other shit she got going on right now?" Porter asked.

"What shit is that?"

Porter came over to the computer and typed up something to start searching. He brought up some shit from TMZ with a woman in handcuffs being escorted into a van.

"Amber Knight, mother of the pop singer RayLynn Knight has been sentenced to 2 years in Otisville Federal Penitentiary this morning on charges stemming from an armed robbery conviction earlier this month. Knight was denied drug treatment from the judge as this is the third time the pop stars mother has been arrested in the past 5 years. Daughter RayLynn was unavailable for comment."

"Holy shit! How could she not tell me this? And this video is only 8 hours old!"

"Yeah, it's starting to hit all the media today." Porter said.

I was mind blown at my next realization.

"Friday night when we recorded, she had just got back into town. She flew straight from her mother's arraignment to come record with me! She didn't say a word. She could have told me; I don't judge anyone. I have skeletons of my own."

Porter reasoned, "She's probably just embarrassed. That's not the kind of thing you want the world to know especially when you're a big celebrity."

I watched a little more of her concert from last night before I went back in the studio with the guys. I couldn't stop thinking about RayLynn. She has all that going on back in New York and manages to wake up in a different country and perform in front of thousands of people and take care of her daughter. She must be so stressed out. I hope she knows she can always confide in me even though we don't know each other that well. I'm not that same immature asshole that I used to be, and I know a thing or two about addiction first-hand. I went through the motions at the studio for the remainder of the day, but all I could think about is RayLynn. I look at her totally different now.

I came home and chowed down on some takeout I had picked up on the way. I went upstairs to take a shower and found myself daydreaming about RayLynn. When I saw her in her bathing suit the other day, she was so sexy. That kiss we shared was hot, the girl knows how to use her lips. I rubbed one out in the shower before getting out to put baggy sweats on for the evening and relax.

I went downstairs to put my feet up and called my daughters to catch up for a bit. I turned on Sports Center, but had trouble paying attention. I looked up RayLynn on YouTube again and watched some videos and old footage but noticed that new videos from the media outlets kept popping up. I looked at the time...8PM. That means it's almost noon in Japan.

RayLynn POV

I was still cuddled up in bed when my phone rang. I grabbed it from the nightstand to discover that Marshall was Face Timing me which made me smile with giddiness. I sat up against the headboard and smoothed my hair a bit before accepting the call.

"Morning handsome!"

"Morning? It's almost time for bed." He was laying back on his couch and looked so sexy.

"Right, I keep forgetting that."

"Rookie!" He playfully exclaimed.

I glared at Marshall through the phone.

"I watched your entire show today." He told me.

"Really? What'd ya think?" I couldn't help smiling.

"It's fucking awesome."

My phone clicked as I was getting a call on the other line.

"Marshall, I gotta quick take this. I'll call you back in a few minutes."

I clicked over to the call.

"Hello?" I was greeted with a prerecorded prison call announcement.

Hello. This is a prepaid collect call from Amber Knight, an inmate at Otisville Correctional Institution. This call is subject to be recorded and monitored. Press 1 to receive charges.

"Hi Rainy."

"Hey mom."

"Honey, I'm gonna need more money on my books."

"I put $100 on it before I left."

"RayLynn Marie you are worth millions of dollars! And all I get is a measly hundred?"

"What do you need more money for? You're in prison! Go trade your ramen noodles for a tampon like everybody else! I already paid for a lawyer and legal fees."

"RayLynn! I did not raise you to be this way!"

"You didn't raise me at all Mom!" I shouted.

"I'm sorry Rainy. You ok?"

"Yeah. Did you call for any reason besides to ask me for money?"

"I love you honey."

You have one minute of call time remaining

"Bye Mom."

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I walked through my suite to open my door, retrieving the cart of room service breakfast waiting for me. Japanese hotels were a little different. They gave me a hard-boiled egg, a fruit cup, something that looked like 2 sausage links, a salad, a muffin, and some kind of Chinese soup.

I was still in a tank top and pajama pants and propped my phone up to call Marshall back. I sat on the couch to dig into breakfast as my phone was perfectly angled to get a good view of my cleavage. That was not an accident. I pressed the button to FaceTime Marshall back and he answered on the first ring.

"Hey."

"Hey, that was my mother. I had to take it because she's a real important businesswoman back in New York and she doesn't have a lot of time to talk."

"Uh huh."

There was a knock on my door, and I carried my phone with me as I answered it to acknowledge my manager, Holly. She whisper-yelled. "We got problems! We got problems!" as she held up her phone and pointed.

"Marshall, I'm so sorry I gotta, I gotta, something's come up. I'll call you when I get a chance." He heard the urgency in my voice.

"Hope everything's ok Ray. Take care."

I hung up my phone, took Holly's phone from her hand and read it. I cringed at all the information the press had gotten their hands on. I collapsed onto the couch as I scrolled through the articles and videos about my mother being sentenced to prison. This is so embarrassing. I have put so much time and energy into unveiling my fresh, capable image and here comes my pitiful family making me look ridiculous.