Eminem Imagines Pt. 2 (Eminemzminnie Style)

Cadillac Blues and a Smokey Cigarette

When I was 6 years old my step daddy had this new blue Cadillac, used to polish it outside every day and sit back in a folding chair admiring it all day long with a beer in his hand.

Everyone on the block was jealous but that wouldn't stop them from coming over with their occasional "Nice car." or "Woo, she's shining mighty pretty today ain't she?"

I sat on the front lawn playing with my dolls cause I really didn't have that many friends at the time. While my mama dusted off the rugs from the front porch looking at her husband soak up all the attention.

"If only he paid that much attention to us like he did that car." Mama would say shaking her head and going back into the house to cook Sunday dinner.

He would blast classic songs from the car's radio like The Temptations or Ella Fitzgerald, The Marvelette's, The Supremes, The Miracles and Smokey Robinson, Anita Baker, Stevie Wonder, Al Green, Even some Frank Sinatra.

Motown was popping still and everyone had a sing along right there on our front yard.

Those were good times, happier times, but little did I know all that would soon change.

- A year later-

"Come on baby we've got to go." Mama quietly but nervously whispered shaking me awake.

"Huh?" I yawned tiredly wiping my eyes.

"We've gotta go, I put half a bottle of Tylenol in his drink, he's out like a light baby." She explained handing me my little suitcase.

"Go pack, we're getting out of here." She explained.

I was so confused, but I got one look at her tired, yet very determined beaten up face and I realized that this was a golden opportunity and we were finally going to get out of the hell we were placed in these last few years.

No more drunken arguments, no more fights, no more beer bottles being thrown and shattering, we were escaping it all.

So I quickly grabbed the stuff I wanted the most along with lots of clothes and I found myself running outside with my mama telling me to go into the Cadillac.

"But isn't this his?" I asked hopping into the backseat.

"Actually honey this car is in my name, I bought it for him with my own money when he wouldn't shut up about how much he wanted it, so technically it's all mine, well ours now honey." She smiled warmly at me.

My mother actually came from a wealthy family but ultimately got shunned when she got pregnant by my dad who i had never met because sadly he had gone off to war and well..he never returned. So my mama didn't have any where to go until she met my step dad who took us in and put a pretty little ring on my mom's finger and we thought everything was going to be all peachy and glorious and it honestly wasn't that bad..until his alcoholism and smoking got the best of him.

"It still smells smokey.." I said scrunching up my face.

"It'll air out honey." My mom said driving us some where that I had no clue.

"Mom, where are we going?" I asked.

"We're going to this street called Dresden in Detroit baby." She answered.

"Oh.." Was all I said as I stared out the window from the backseat not knowing that this would be one of many adventure's I had in this backseat.

-Present Time-

A knock on the car's window shook me out of my memories as I looked over to see a familiar face looking down on me in concern.

I opened the backseat door for him and he slid himself next to me closing the door behind him.