Without Me (Eminem x Female!Reader Fanfic)

Ch. 37

~Ch. 37~

(Y/n POV)
I kept my phone in my hand still behind my back, palms sweaty in fear of getting caught by either Zach, Adam, or Celeste. I put it on speaker so Dre could hear it but Dre wasn't talking cause he knew not to. How? I thought of a plan when I saw Dre send a text saying he wanted to hang when my phone vibrated in my back pocket which fortunately no one else heard but me. As Celeste was just talking to Em, I texted back to him with my hand tied behind my back (it's a childhood talent) to call me but not say any word then after the call enter the house from the back cause I remember accidentally leaving the door open. This was my last hope. If this fails, I'll die to save Dylan.

"Hurry up and choose, Marshall Bruce Mathers III." Celeste said as Em stood there, unable to decide. I crossed my fingers in hope that this would work.

~Dre's Car~
(Third Person POV)
Dre and Royce listened to (y/n)'s end of the phone without saying anything. Dre's eye brows narrowed and he thought to himself, Why does this voice sound so familiar? He knew he heard it somewhere. Where was it...Oh...no...fuck...the dudes who kidnapped (y/n) at the abandoned building in front of the auto factory. That other female voice must've been some chick who teamed up with them. He ended the call and told Royce as he got out of the car,

"Follow what (y/n) said, the backyard door is open, enter in there quietly as possible. Good thing we drove up to Em's house."

"Dawg," Royce said, "you looked like you heard some of those voices somewhere else."

Dre sighed, "Yeah I did. Now c'mon." 

~Em's House~

(Em's POV)

I was completely lost myself. There was no way I could choose one over the other. I've made so many bad decisions in my past that actually had an alternative choice that was good but this both choices are just fucking bad. The love of my fucking life or a completely new life. Jeez I thought my past decisions leading to rehab were bad. Suddenly there was barking coming from upstairs and the sound of a dog collar rattling as Dexter ran down. No...not him too. No Dexter.

"You own a dog?" Adam said. I turned around to stop Dexter but he already ran past me and made a beeline toward Celeste, digging his canines into her leg and clinging on to it in.

Celeste screamed as she she tried shaking Dexter off him, "GET THIS FUCKING THING OFF ME!"

Dexter didn't budge, except bit harder, seeps of blood escaping her leg as she screamed in pain. 
Adam put Dylan back in his crib and put the gun down on the kitchen table, quickly rushing to Celeste and kicking Dexter off.

"DEXTER!" (Y/n) and I yelled.

I growled and went after Adam only to be stopped by Celeste, pointing a gun at me, legs wobbling from Dexter's bite and growling, "First say no to me when I want you back, and now your fucking dog biting me?!"

"I thought rehab and pills were my biggest fucking mistake. I was damn wrong. YOU, CELESTE, ARE THE WORST FUCKING DECISION IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!" I yelled at her.

She laughed, "Too late to say that. Zach join Adam."

Zach smirked giving his gun to Celeste, "I love kicking things."

I yelled, "NOOOO!" Zach joined Adam in kicking Dexter. I could hear the dog's very whimpers and whines of help.

Celeste pointed both of the guns in her hand at me and (y/n), looking at me with an evil smile, threatening, "Try and stop them, I'll pull the trigger on both of you."

I froze and grit my teeth in undying anger and fury. Dylan was crying for food, Dexter was whimpering for help and getting bruises kick after kick and I really wished could replace him and get kicked to near death by the same men, (y/n) had a gun pointed at her...and yet I couldn't do shit about it. My eyes dampened in tears forming. So much for make a difference Marshall. You egotistical stupid dumbass...I looked up at (y/n) with Dre behind her chair untying for it her quietly. Oh great Dre's...WAIT DRE'S HERE?! WHEN THE FUCK DID HE?! Celeste, Adam and Zach were all paying attention to Dexter and laughing not looking behind them at all that Dre and Royce-ROYCE TOO?! How?! What the?! Royce put his finger to his lips at me, pointing at the trio of devils and putting index finger to lips again then grabbed Adam's gun tossing it out side the back door he entered from. I felt bipolar cause I went from hopeless to happy as fuck. I couldn't show any of my relief or the devil trio was gonna notice. Dre finally untied (y/n). She stood up and nodded at me. I nodded back and kicked the first gun out of Celeste's hand.

"Ow!" She said mouth gaping open. Before she could use her second gun at me, (y/n) kicked it out of her hand.

Unarmed and struggling to get up because of her bitten leg, (y/n) kicked her down back again, yelling at her, "YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING PAY YOU BITCH!!!"

Celeste tried picking herself up but (y/n)'s fist kissed her square in the jaw, knocking her out.

Zach and Adam looked back and glared at her about to come after (y/n) until Royce and Dre, two men clearly twice their size, came in their way and knocked them out with a crushing blow to the head. I smirked. (Y/n) dead or the baby dead was never going to be options.

Dylan was still crying so I went over and picked him up, "Hey buddy, it's okay. Everything's alright."

Dre said putting his phone up, "I called the cops and I even found a way to record (y/n)'s phone call to give proof to the officer."

I looked at him funny, "I never saw her make a single call."

"She called me and put her phone on speaker so I could figure out what the hell was going on."

"But her hand was tied behind her back."

"Well she's pretty talented with grabbing stuff with hands tied if she got the plan to work."

(Y/n) kneeled next to Dexter, her eyes a waterfall of tears as she picked him up and hugged him gently and closely to herself. Dexter whimpered.

I grabbed my car keys and handed Dylan to Royce, saying, "Watch him and explain to the police what the fuck happened."

"Dawg I got you."

I helped (y/n) up as she help Dexter in her hand, still crying, saying gently to her, "Baby let's go there's a vet nearby."

She nodded and we sprinted to the car as Dexter clung on to his life.