Roommates [EMINEM] (COMPLETED & BEING EDITED)

Chapter Fifteen

[EMINEM]
(MUSIC IS NOT AFRAID)
:-: the music is dedicated to pheonix_12 :-:

I admit it, I was too harsh, but, we used to insult eachother. But I've taken it way too far this time. So far that she even punched me to silence my words.

I think my nose is possibly broken, she could always throw a really good punch.

I go upstairs and look in the mirror of the bathroom. There's already purple forming under my eyes and across my nose. I bring my hand up and gently pat the area that McKayla just punched. A jolt of agony runs through my face. I groan. It's definitely broken.

I find some medical tape and put it across my nose. I grimace at the pain. I lean my hands on the sink and gaze at myself in the mirror.

"Where did I go wrong?" I mutter to myself. I look down sighing. My eyes catch on something shiny. The silver band around my wedding finger. The memories flood back.

Me and Kim. My childhood sweetheart. I think about when we used to make out on the corner park, by abandoned Detroit buildings and at home. I think about when my mother took her and her sister in. The times we'd kissed in my room.

I then think to when we got married. Possibly the worst day of my life. I think about writing Kim, all of my anger sprawling across the page in a raged manner. The violence of our arguments. Her jealously towards McKayla.

I find myself thinking of McKayla again. The night I'd taken her virginity. The scene plays in my head:

I'd glanced over at McKayla. Her hands were in her lap, and her eyes were puffy and swollen as if she'd been crying. I paused the movie that we'd been watching, making her look away from the screen and into my eyes. She searched my eyes for a moment before talking.

"What? Why'd you stop the film?" Her voice was still ringing with her common Detroit accent.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She just sighed and looked down, shaking her head as she did so.

"'Kayla?" I sighed.

"Me and Arthur broke up." She mumbled. Her and her long time boyfriend had broken up. I'd always thought they were invincible.

"What? Why'd you dumb him?"

"I didn't." She mumbled, water dripping from her eyes onto her hands. "He dumped me." Her hands flew to her eyes as she sobbed.

"That twat-eyed British bastard!" I pulled her into my arms and held her close. That's when she explained everything. The fact that she'd been dumbed because she didn't want to have sex was despicable. She was probably fifteen or so, I can't remember exactly.

I'd offered to take it for her, so that she didn't need to be afraid that I would hurt her. I assured her that I would be as gentle as possible. And that it would be more comfortable to do it with me. In ways, it was me begging her, not the other way around.

But either way she agreed.

I remember sneaking away and going into her room. We'd dimmed the lights and turned some music on. I drew her close and kissed her softly. She kissed back. Our bodies melted together as we stripped eachother of our clothes.

I'd been as gentle as I could, but it had obviously still hurt her, seeing as she winced and cried out a little. But soon enough, she'd closed her eyes and tilted her head back at my thrusts. Her cries turned into soft moans of pleasure.

Our pieces fitted together perfectly, her soft voice whispering my name.

That's when I fell in love with her. And I hadn't realised it then. But I did realise on her wedding day. And it was already too late.
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