Juanita Monroe-Giancola was always a people pleaser. Doing stuff she didn't necessarily want to do just to make others happy and bring a smile on their face and brighten up their day.
Especially after the death of her twin sister, Maria.
Juanita fee...
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I need to stop fucking with drugs so heavy for real..
Cause either I'm hallucinating like a motherfucker right now, or it's Juanita standing right there, not too far away from me and looking straight at me with her pretty cat eyes, but she can't be.
The last time I've ever laid eyes on this girl, she had left me with a hard dick and in a fucking straight jacket, sat on the floor at a padded room at the fucking psych ward in a Detroit public hospital. Murderous thoughts intertwined heavily with desire reeling through my head like crazy, as well as the realization of how fucking embarrassing that whole situation was.
Paul ended-up pulling all kinds of strings, once I finally did get out of that shithole, to make sure that my stint at the psych ward was never made public knowledge, and luckily it haven't.
To this day, not one soul knows that at some point in his career, I, the motherfucking Eminem, was damn near committed to the looney bin, and that the reason for it was some scorned chick.
I came to the realization that Juanita really hated me that day.
Which only had made me want her and wanna find her even more after she disappeared. Shit was like an obsession or some shit.
Not even gonna lie, I was looking everywhere for the damn girl, even hired a P.I. to find her, but all that cocksucker was able to tell me at the end of the day was that she had left Detroit altogether.
And shit made me feel a type of way for the longest, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks that I did have feelings for her. Fuck. Either that, or I got fucking used to her submitting to me. I was hooked on her, and I ain't even know how to get hold of her again.
That's been two whole years ago though.
So what are the motherfucking odds that I would randomly run into the girl at my movie premiere. I mean, shit don't even make sense for her to be here, this was a somewhat private event with only people that was directly involved into making this movie and also various celebrity guests, plus, of course the damn photographers and paps allowed into this part of the movie theater, and I know damn well that Nita is neither of those things.
Ain't she works as a nurse? Well, used to anyhow, before she quit that job and took off.
I blink my eyes a couple of times like a damn idiot, then squint them, trying to figure out whether them shits are deceiving me or nah.
Catching a hint of a small smile fleetingly appear on her pretty face just as the damn girl turns on her heels and begins walking away in the opposite direction from me, the short slutty dress she got on clinging to her body in all the right places, and I think to myself, the bitch must just look like Nita, resemble her or whatever, cause it ain't absolutely no way in hell that it actually is HER.
