The shoe girl (an Eminem fan fiction)

When you think your day sucks well it gets worse

Maddison's POV

Okay Maddison breath! 

I'm having a fucking panic attack right now!

I'm running around the (crowed) streets of New York City in just an over sized t-shirt, nothing wrong with that.

I keep running as I try to pull the shirt down. 

A clothes store! Bingo! Maybe this day could get better!

I run into the store, buy some sweatpants and a tank top and run out the store once more.

I keep running until I find the subway entrance and take my train.

You know? I should be late more often, makes me lose some calories.

I hop out of my train and make my way to the building. Almost there Maddison! Keep going.

Thank God I've always been an athletic person, even though I fucking loath sport. Go figure!

Yes! I do my happy dance as I realize it hasn't started yet. 

My happy dance is interrupted by the sound of my ring tone.

I open my backpack and answer the call without looking at the ID caller.

"Hello?" I ask while taking a sit

"Maddison. I have a proposition for you" Eminem says sounding rather cold

"Huh yeah? And what is it?" I inquire confused

"Work for me" he simply replies

"Huh?" I say even more confused

"You heard me. Be my PA or secretary whatever you wanna call it" he tells me

"Why the hell would I do that? Okay I'm poor but I'm not that desperate" I explain as calmly as I can manage

"Look okay the only thing I want is a full month with you. Live a month with me and ask for anything you want. I'll give you anything you want if you live a month with me. I'll pay your college bills, clothes, trips whatever you want" he says

I freeze. He wants me to be his slut? Who the hell does he think I am?

"Oh right! You thought because I was a poor, drunk girl I would accept to be your slut?! Well guess what asshole?! I'm not like that! Yes I'm poor, but I have morals and I respect myself. I don't want your money or as a matter of fact, I don't want anything from you. Goodbye Marshall" I half yell through the phone

What a dickhead! He thought I was a fucking slut! Oh if he thinks even for a se-

My thoughts of murder are stopped when the lights go off and music starts.

Then about a dozen ballerinas start performing, amongst them is my nice, Anastasia, the sun of my life.

She is my brother's daughter but she doesn't have a mother. Her mother abandoned her when she was born, she was a one night stand my brother had.

My brother wanted to give her up for adoption but I convinced him otherwise.

Actually I started singing in bars and teaching dance mostly because of that. All the money I win mostly goes to them.

I watch her dance and before I know it, the lights go off. I feel a small pain coming from my heart, it was truly beautiful.

She is only 8 but you see she has cancer. She is getting much better thankfully we got it on time and with all the treatments she is taking there is a high chance it will be soon gone.