If I Had (Eminem Fanfic)

Chapter 11- Life's a Bitch... And a Babe

Pristine's POV

I had no idea that the city would be awake at this hour as I left Mark's trailer park. Few of those who belonged to the old working class men roamed the streets, their pace dull and body unmotivated, heading to early morning shifts. I veered myself off those hideous dark, alleys to avoid unnecessary danger. Morning or night, crime has no time.

Finally I reached the highcrime neighborhood Jenna decided to live in, after running away from her home. Hers was a shabby, rickety apartment complex, two storeyed and in condition beyond repairable.

The fact which stood out was, the graffiti. Someone had not only sprayed the front of the building and wrote, 'Three digits for one night' under the words,'Whorehouse 313' but also decided to cast their creativity on every apartment door, and now I stood, facing Jenna's door, which screamed with the title 'Felchin' Ain't Nuttin' But Her Thang.' and then off to a side, the words 'Warning: Shark mouth' with K replacing the crossed letter P. It wasn't even funny.

That much.

I knocked twice, she opened it after awhile.

Brunette, light skinned and short, Jenna was no weakling. I'm sure she'd've kicked the person's ass hard enough for him to be not able to sit, had she known who it was.

'When you gon' clean that shit off the door?' I asked, stepping in. I threw my jacket on the couch.

'Till some freak comes off knocking on my door asking to-'

'Hold that thought. I don't wanna hear.'

She chuckled and plopped down on the couch beside me.

'What if I actually find someone, that'd be great.' To that, I replied with a snicker. Desperate bitch. But I wouldn't blame her. Jenna was stuck with an asshole prick and I knew she was looking for an oppurtunity to leave him.

We stayed like that for few minutes, the wakefulness starting to sink in our body. It wasn't even seven.

Jenna got up and suggested we have a quick shuteye before going to work.

***

'What the fuck, Manny? You're firing us?!' I screeched, my voice on the verge of cracking. I wasn't planning on crying infront of this fat bitch, but without my knowing, this edge of desperation leaked into my tone.

Asshole Manny stood rigid, eyes cold, daring me to say another such offensive word. I decided to keep my mouth shut.

'You know very well what happened to Pristine.' Keid said, as always his tone cool, but I could hear him grinding his teeth beside me.

'I know that and I'm sorry. Not for firing your ass though, but for the house. I should let you know that I ain't firing you for leaving yesterday.' Then he glared hard at me.

Oops.

Onion rings?

'We do not appreciate such kind of crude behaviour at the King's,' Manny continued, his tone firm. I was taken aback by his English. He must've had it memorized for awhile now. Moreover, how did he manage to find out?

'It is immoral and downright shameful, spitting on our customer's order is not supported here and you should've known that, Keid. I hope you now know why both of you stand jobless before me. And Keid,' Manny put his palm down on his shoulder, saying, 'You have the right to blame this girl here for this. I'm disappointed in you two, but moresoever in you, Douglas.'

I didn't know what to do. To laugh at his little speech or cry out in rage.

***

'I am... I'm sorry, dawg, this is all because of me.' I told Keid, my tone guilty. Then I stared at him sideways, he showed no reaction but stared off into the distance, smoking the cig.