If I Had (Eminem Fanfic)

Chapter 5- It's Desperation

Chapter 5

It had been a while since Pristine last recalled the past and mulled over it. That had occurred two years ago. Her past relationship with the man who loved whoring around more than her, and had only used her as a source of his livelihood. Pristine had long believed he was only but a lie, everything about him and them had been an illusion because it all felt so perfect, too perfect. She was happy, and she didn’t stop to think that it was only to a limit that happiness could last with her. And she began feeling it slip away, bit by bit. And ever since Ryan, she had been alone. Sex was the biggest excuse, but loneliness was the aftermath. Though she had friends who cared about her, it seemed her life had a hole to fill. She tried not to let the fact that she was single get to her, and had long set the past ablaze. But the couple fighting at the diner had led her to recollect it. Now she took long, decisive steps along the sidewalk, walking home. The pace was just right, as it helped her think and listen closely to hip hop beats. She didn’t hurry home because there was nothing to hurry for. But then the time and the darkness of the night stuck Pristine’s mind. Detroit- no place for young women. Especially at this hour. She swore, remembering she’d left Davey’s studio quite late and the time spent at the diner together had led the hours fly by. Quickly looking left and right, she upped her pace a little, hands in pockets, trying to look calm. Even if there was no one else, it’s always best to look like you didn’t give a fuck and were in no hurry, cause if they caught you fidgeting, you’re only welcoming danger.

“Who’s dere?” A voice called.

Pristine didn’t stop and smartly quickened her speed.

“Hey! I saw you, bitch” That person yelled out and soon Pristine heard footsteps behind, causing her to quicken her steps into a slow jog.

“Stop or I shoot you!” the man yelled, with an African-American accent. He was now jogging after her, and Pristine panicked, not about ready to be robbed or raped. Automatically she broke into a run, as did the figure after her. It was unlikely that he carried a gun, but the possibility didn’t leave her mind and she whimpered as she ran. She snapped her neck over her shoulder and saw him approaching her at a faster rate than before. Hell, he was running like a fucking Godzilla, Pristine thought, knowing at this rate he would get her. Swearing at her small frame and short legs, she huffed and puffed, running like they do when there’s a fucking bull after your ass. But then that moment which makes you curse your guts out when the good person being chased by the bad person runs over a little something and slips and falls, making the bad guy catch up and pull a gun at his/her head- that exact pitiful, annoying moment happened with Pristine as she fell face first onto the pavement.  Except the person chasing her didn’t pull out a gun. Cause he had no gun.

The black dude swung his fist and hit her cheekbone- her punishment for not obeying him. Pristine let out a groan and didn’t move, cheek grazing the cement.

He yanked her up by her t-shirt neck, glaring at her. “Fuck you makin me run like dat, lil bitch.” Pristine only breathed, eyes on his, cautious about his next movement.

His dark, black eyes left hers as they caressed over her face. Then they cut back to her fearful brown eyes, as she watched a wry smile creep into his plump lips. “Never thought I’d found a white bitch, didn’t think you was one from behind, with your walking style and shit.” His eyes ran down her attire. “Look at you, cunt, dressed like a fuckin’ nigga. What, you mockin’ us or sumthin’? dress like a fuckin bitch, you bitch. Or did you think we won’t recognize yo ass if it’s dressed like that? A bitch is still a bitch. And men fuck bitches.” With that, he broke into an evil grin. Pristine cringed internally. She just wished for him to just rob her and leave. Her eyes fell on his hand which had a grip on her shirt, and the mind clicked. He was weaponless as yet.