That Hurts...( Eminem Fan Fic)

Chapter 8

My breath was going in an erratic

rhythm. I'm going to get fired, my

career is going to end. Now how am I

suppose to pay my bills? Seth's going to

kill me. How did Seth find out about

the altercation that occurred a few

minuets before?

I took in a shaky breath and started my

vehicle and reversed and took my usual

route home and the silence was killing

me. My hand reached for the radio

knob and turned it on, and oh! What do

we have here? The douche is on aka

Mr. Mathers! But a hot douche my

inner self spoke. I quickly switched it

off. I kept driving my mind zoning out,

sheesh I really have mad a mess of

things haven't I? just as I was thinking

that the light turned red and I was still

going 45 miles per hour. A black

Cadillac was already patiently waiting

(get it Patiently Waiting?!) I slammed

the brakes, but it was too late. I crashed

into the back bumper of the car. My

head lurched forward just as the air bag

flung out... it was a bit late because my

nose connected with the steering

wheel, and warm liquid was coming

down my face like waves. I gingerly

picked my head up and hesitantly put

my finger to my nose and off it came

with the red sticky iron tasting called

blood. I suddenly felt a sharp pang of

pain in my neck and I slumped

forward. I heard tapping at the drivers

window and a muffled voice. I picked

my head up and saw a familiar face. It

was Marshall! His face looked

horrified, he then pointed to the lock,

grunting I lifted my arm and unlocked

the door. He then Swiftly opened the

door and he grabbed my shoulder and

unbuckled my seatbelt and lifted me

out bridal style.

"Put me zown." I protested.

"I can valk I cam jus'pume zown" I mumbled.

"You can barely speak straight what makes you think you can walk straight?" he looked down at me worriedly. "I'm taking you to the ER, I have Denaun and Bizarre taking our cars to the shop."

"Huuh? Whaaaa ya talfing 'bout? I slurred.

"You hit my car." he stated chuckling at my amusement.

"Why are you follofingg me?!" I exclaimed.

"I was ahead of you, so I really wasn't. I could ask you the same. By the way... You're really terrible at driving, you ought to have your license revoked, you destroyed my car!" he said suddenly getting furious.

"Woah! Calm zown buddy." I said as he jostled me. He was walking toward a bus bench.

"I cannot keep calm! We are talking about a custom made Escalade!"

He sat down with me on his lap, I tried sliding of. "No you don't" he said while grabbing my waist.

"You're staying here while Denaun brings his car, wouldn't want you hurting yourself." he said worriedly looking around the street for a car.

This is not the heartless bitch I remember, what happened?! I stared at him in wonder, he turned his face and looked at me.

"All this blood makes you look unattractive." he stated with a smirk.

Aaaand the Heartless bitch is back.

"Bitch" I muttered under my breath.

"Actually I'm not the one who goes around punching people and destroying their cars, so I would think real hard about who the real bitch is." he raised his eyebrows tauntingly.

Before I could come back with a reply I was interrupted by a young voice.

"Eminem!" cried a young teenage boy to our left. Marshall turned and looked at the boy who was quickly approaching us.

"Woah! it's you, I can't believe it! I really love your music man! Can I please get your autograph, I just bought your Relapse Album!" he said reaching his hand in a target bag pulling out an explicit CD. Marshall looked at the kid and gave him a tight lipped smile.

"Sure" he said. The kid gave Marshall the CD and a pen. The kid was jumping up and down as Marshall was signing it.

"What's your name?" Marshall asked.

"Mathew Mitchell" Mathew said beaming.

"We even have the same initials" he added.

Marshall gazed at the kid in an unreadable way.

"Enjoy" he said as he gave him back the CD. The kid was about to walk away, but then he suddenly turned around.

"I'm really glad your back!" he beamed.

That took Marshall of guard, he stared at him for a second before giving him a genuinely rare smile.

"I am too kid, see you around Mathew Mitchell." Marshall said suddenly humming a tune.

Mathew smiled and nodded, then he noticed me for the first time.

"Ummm... you have blood on your face." he said in a wary tone.

Marshall erupted into laughter, as he flashed the kid a peace sign and Mathew reciprocated it and beamed as he started walking away swinging his target bag in a merry way. I grimaced at the kid as I covered my blood smeared face in pitiful attempt to hide from other passerby's.

"Mathew Mitchell, bitch I even have your initials." Marshall rapped in the same tune he was humming in...

"As he picks up the last.." he rapped under his breath. He then looked at me and said.

"I'm glad to be back." He stood up suddenly grabbing my hand leading me to a car that suddenly appeared.

"I'm glad to be back." he said once again.

He looked at me and smiled that rare smile.

"Come on, you have blood on your face." he winked. And we went. Hand in hand leaving a memory of something remarkable that just took place.

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