Read My Lips (Eminem Fanfic)

9. Don't Be Dramatic

Amari's P.O.V.

Jonathan and I ended-up having the longest back and forth then. And probably the worst argument he and I have ever had so far, ever since we've started dating.

Well actually now that I think about it, it was actually our first real fight ever. Jonathan and I have never really disagreed about too many things before. We've always been drama free.

But this here was a side I've never seen of him before, I mean, I had no idea he was even a jealous type at all, he certainly never shown that about himself to me before, and most importantly, what is it he's exactly jealous of, because nothing is going on with Marshall and I, not anymore.

Not only that, but he was also pissed at me for giving Stephanie a piece of my mind too for opening her big mouth and involving herself into something that didn't even have anything to do with her in the first place. And Jonathan then told me I was being a bitch to her for no reason and that he had no idea I was agressive like that, because apparently the way I went about it with Stephanie, I was being too much.

Not only that, but he also expected me to apologize to the bitch, which was definitely not something I was going to ever do.

So, long story short, I ended-up walking out on all of them after that and just going outside to cool off.

The whole drama ass filled day exhausted me, and the fighting has been going on for so long that now it's literally night time again. Not exactly sure what time exactly, but it surely is dark outside. Way to spend our vacation, huh.

I honestly feel so angry and so on edge. Angry with Jonathan, absolutely fucking livid with Stephanie cause once again, what the actual fuck, girl?!

Now, Tonya had tried to have my back but with the way Jonathan was going off on me, I told her to just stay out of it altogether, I felt like it was my fight and mine alone.

Now, I'm walking out of this hotel in lower Manhattan in the middle of the fucking night in New York, a city I've never even been at before, where I don't know anybody. Welp, my intention is to not wander too far off anyway, like I said, I just needed to get away from everybody and cool off.

I'm sitting on some bench not too far from the hotel when I'm seeing this black Mercedes pull up to which I pay no attention to at first, until these two huge dudes get out and make their way over to me. One of them starts saying something to me, and I concentrate on the movement of his lips.

He's telling me something along the lines of, "Miss, I need you to come with us."

"Um...What the fuck?! I'm not going anywhere with y'all!" I exclaim loudly, getting up from the bench. I don't know who these assholes are, rolling up on me like they are the FBI.

Or mafia.

Or who the fuck even knows what.

Maybe it's a case of mistaken identity or something. Maybe they think I'm somebody else.

Or maybe they are just some New York weirdos, the way I've been told this city is full of just plain weird ass people.

Now, at this point, I'm becoming extremely nervous too, because these dudes mean business. When I try to get away from them, they don't budge.

Talking about, "Boss man needs to speak to you, Amari. He said to bring you to him."

Now, I'm starting to freak out even more because if I just read this man's lips correctly, he's just said my fucking name. How does he know my name?!

I don't know, and I don't care to find out. I'm getting enough air in my lungs to scream, but thing happen really quickly then.

The two dudes snatch me up and drag me towards the car they just pulled up in, throwing me in the backseat.

Now, at this point I am screaming, or at least I hope I am, and hopefully loudly too, because my throat hurts so badly, it indicates me that I must be yelling at the top of my lungs. And I'm fighting them too, but I am no match for them. While one of them has me in a real tight hold in the back of that damn car, the other man pulls off. He keeps glancing at me trying my best to scratch the his accomplices eyes out, appears to he cursing at me or at the situation or whatever, then I see him pull out his phone and call somebody.

My whole body is pumping full of fear and adrenaline at this point. All I can think of is how to get myself out of this situation as flashbacks of what's almost happened to me a few months ago flood my mind.

All of a sudden I feel a buzzing against my thigh, it's my phone going off in the pocket of my jeans, and I grab for it, wanting to flip it open and scream for help to whoever it is at the other line.

To my shock the big guy that's holding me down is not even trying to stop me from getting my phone out. You would think he'd try to snatch it from me, but he's only eyeing me wearily as I flip my phone open and stare at the screen.

There's a text there from an unsaved unknown number.

From Unknown: Amari fucking chill and stop fighting them. Nothing is gonna happen to u

It takes me a second to realize who is the text from and then put two and two together, and all of the fear in my body is suddenly replaced with intense anger.

My fingers fly across the keyboard.

Fucking Marshall!!

From Me: R u fucking for real right now?! U are fucking kidnapping me?!

I seriously can't believe this shit right now, yet somehow, it's all too real.

From Unknown: Don't be so dramatic yo. Nobody's kidnapping u. I just needed to talk to ya and u wouldn't listen to me earlier so

And I swear to God, I can just picture this motherfucker's smug face right now, all nonchalant and probably smirking. Jesus, I can't stand this guy!!

From Me: SO U FUCKING KIDNAPPED ME?!

From Unknown: Fuck u keep saying that for?! It ain't a kidnapping!!

From Me: Then tell your asshole bodyguards to let me out of the car!! Tell them to take me back to my hotel!!

From Unknown: Can't do that baby. Cause I do need to talk to u. Plus, u are almost there anyway.

After reading his last text to me, I look up from the phone screen in annoyance and see that lo and behold, the car is pulling up in from of what appears to be another hotel. A much fancier one than where me and my friends were staying at, of course. Figures. Him being a celebrity and all.

"So, will you come with us willingly now, Miss?" The dickhead bodyguard now asks me with a huge smile. He seems to think that I should be delighted that Eminem himself wanted to talk to me so badly that he fucking had me snatched from the streets right from in front of my hotel. The fucking audacity!!

I just nod, rolling my eyes. Marshall wants to talk to me, we will talk. I've got a WHOLE LOT to say to him now actually.

So I follow Marshall's guard dogs to the elevator, taking us all the way up to the Penthouse.