If I Had (Eminem Fanfic)

Chapter 4- It All Came Down In Just One Hour

Chapter 4

“You did not just, oh no, you didn’t.”

The expression on his face was one of penitence. His lips twitched but he didn’t speak.

I stood there, shaking from anger.

“When?” I asked.

“WHEN, RYAN?!”

He flinched, sighing at the tone of my voice. “T-two m-months.”

“GODDAMNIT!” I barked, turning away and eventually hitting the wall with my fist in the process. “The same time she came around, isn’t it? You didn’t know her before then, did you?”

He kept quiet, eyes downcast.

“DID YOU?!” I’d turned back again and was facing him now; my face inches from his, lips curled back and baring teeth like an angry wolf.

Finally his eyes met mine. “No.”

But you would’ve thought I’d be relieved. “HOW THE FUCK DO YOU MAKE A GIRL PREGNANT AFTER KNOWING HER FOR TWO FUCKIN’ MONTHS, YOU PRICK?!”

And his reply was- “It just happened.”

“Oh right. It JUST HAPPENED? YOU STILL GOT THE FACE TO SAY THAT SHIT TO ME, YOU DOUBLE- FACED CHEATIN’ SONNOVA BITCH?!!!” My voice cracked in rage and frustration.

Anger flared in his sea green eyes. “You’re overreactin’.”

“The hell I am! Maybe because the guy I’ve been with in a relationship for the past two years suddenly meets another chick and decides to put his little friend inside her without even thinking about his fucking girlfriend for once who by the way works her ass off 24/7 to keep shelter over their heads and food on the table, while he’s befriending other pussies.”

He now had no words to say.

I turned away from him, facing the wall. I gulped hard, for it took a lot of energy to say the next few words. “Get out.”

If I’d been facing him, I’d’ve caught his jaw dropping moment. “Wh-what did you say?”

“I said, ‘Get the fuck outta my house, asshole.’” I blurted, biting down hard on my lower lip.

“You’re throwin’ me out?” Prick didn’t understand.

“I am, little prick.”

“Look, we can-“

“No can do. It’s my heart you broke. It’s only fuckin’ fair it’s my house you leave. Get the hell out, before I do something that’s gonna have sirens blaring around my house and cop cars pulling up at the front door.” It was unbelievable, even to me, to hear that coming out of my mouth with so much hatred that who would’ve known we were together.

“But, where do you expect me to go, Pristine?” He cried out loud, hopelessly.

“I DON’T KNOW AND I FUCKIN’ DON’T CARE NO MORE! Live on the streets, stride the roads… in fact, I FUCKIN’ WISH YOU’D JUST DIE THIS INSTANT AND BURN IN HELL! Just don’t ever come near me again… I-I can’t handle this.” I fought back tears that were threatening to spill.

He took a step closer, making me take one back. I was building this wall around me; I didn’t want him to break it again like he did two years ago. Hell, I didn’t want him anywhere near it right now. I was really devastated, shocked by the news when the girl, only sixteen years old, had called me up and told me everything which involved him and her. At first, I found it entirely disbelieving. But I had to check. And out came the outcome. No one could’ve hurt me like he had.