Sole Survivor (Eminem Fanfic)

Rum & Redbull

Lilly POV

Shiq and I got together Saturday afternoon to get our hair and nails done for the party then we went to the mall to find something to wear. 

 "I swear, I owe you a couple Lilly.   Last week you had me backstage at Meek Mill, this week we hangin at a party with Eminem and his people. Which rapper we hangin out with next weekend? Offset, G-Eazy?"

"I know, I've had an exciting 2 weeks." I answered as I flipped through the hangers.  "I think I'm gonna get this." 

I found a black one piece, which sounds boring, but it was cut like a "V" at the chest and was high at the hip.  I had another tattoo on my thigh of pawprints leading to a leopard that Marshall had not seen yet.  I looked in the mirror wearing the bathing suit and examined my bronze body with tatted arms, the golden streaks in my hair, and shiny jewels dangling from my ears and neck. 

"I'm gonna wear this skirt." I said as she picked out a white, boho skirt.

Shiq looked over, "You look dope as hell. I can't believe you're talking to Marshall Mathers."

"I know. I'm not sure why he likes me." I admitted softly.

"You're cute and you a real ass bitch. That is hard to find in this town, shit, it's hard to find anywhere. Marshall may be crazy, but he ain't dumb. He can tell you're not those boring bitches he's used to meeting. He loves that you're a sneakerhead!" Shiq smiled.

We left the mall and stopped at Shiq's condo to finish getting ready.  I put my hair up that night with sexy tendrils framing my face with dangly, gold earrings and Chanel sandals.  We took my Benz to find the place in the Hollywood hills and parked amongst the Bentleys and Maserati's. When Shiq and I walked around the side of the mansion, we were amidst a sea of beautiful people in and around a huge oasis complete with waterfalls. 

"Shit, we ballin tonight." Shiq stated as we entered.

I didn't see Marshall right away, but we saw some girls we knew from work and went over to socialize. Most of the females there were wearing string bikinis and thongs which made me feel a bit out of place.  I am a couple years older and no longer felt comfortable showing so much skin. Emilio was there, so we went over to talk to him. Shiq and I were chilling for about twenty minutes when I spotted Marshall with some other dudes and made my way over to him.

Marshall's eyes reached mine and a slight smile displayed on his face as he walked halfway to meet me. Marshall gave me a long hug and whispered in my ear "You're the classiest, sexiest woman here."

"You're not so bad yourself." I said gazing in those blue eyes.

Shiq was talking to some rapper dude and working the room, so Marshall and I got some red bulls and found a place to sit. I noticed people staring at us and suddenly started getting nervous. Why was he giving me his time? My mind began to race. I am damaged goods! I am a slut! I am stupid!  My breathing got quick and I felt hot. My mind was fluttering and I felt as though I was going to faint. OMG! Not here! I gotta get out of here.

I jumped up as Marshall was mid-sentence and started a fast-paced walk which turned into a run. My little legs could not keep up with my thoughts. Why am I here? These girls are half my weight and half my age. Why am I so stupid as to believe Marshall Mathers likes me? I am so stupid!  My whimpers came quicker and louder as I reached the front of the house and sat down putting my head in my hands as my cries climaxed to a full-on scream. After that moment of sheer terror my panic attack came back down and I was able to take some deep breaths. The party did not hear because of the loud music, but Marshall had chased after me and witnessed my anxiety.