Sole Survivor (Eminem Fanfic)

Game Changer

I had calmed down some and sat on the plane staring out into the clouds. Emilio sat down next to me and asked what my plans were when we arrived home in LA. I told him that the next day, I was making the drive to San Diego to pick up some new shoe releases. Emilio asked if he could tag along and I simply answered "yeah, whatever."

The plane landed in the middle of the night in Los Angeles and I took an Uber home. I told Emilio I would call him the following day. I made it to my house and texted Marshall that I was home safe. I walked upstairs, peeled off my clothes, and disappeared under the covers for a few hours.

I woke up around noon to a text from Shiq asking what I was doing that day. I texted back that  Emilio and I were going to San Diego and invited Shiq to come with. 

I looked tough in streetwear to go, and grabbed my nine to tuck it in my pants for protection. The three of us met up at my place and then hit the road.

We had a nice day listening to hip hop all the way there. I purchased a dozen new pairs of shoes, we grabbed something to eat together, then made the 2-hour trip back. It was just like old times.

When we were back in LA, Shiq said she had something to do the next morning, so she left right away. Emilio told me he wanted to buy one of the pairs of Yeezy Boost from me, so I invited him in.

"They're up in the walk-in. Come on up." I told him.

Emilio followed up the stairs to my walk-in closet. I got the box down and started to polish them off.

Emilio smiled, "I missed this Lilly. You and I have had some good times together."

"Yeah, sure." I answered, unsure of where this was going.

He pulled me close and tried to kiss me, but I hurriedly pushed him away.

"Whoah! What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled.

"What's the big deal? It's not like it hasn't happened before." Emilio told me as he put his arms against the wall to cage me in and whispered seductively, "I remember you screaming my name, begging me for more."

"That was a long time ago! I don't look at you like that. I'm with Marshall now!" 

"Marshall?" Emilio laughed. "You were something for him to play with while he was on tour. He probably forgot your name already."

I pushed him with all my might, "Get out Emilio!"

Emilio shook his head. 

"Ya know," he started, "My father was right about you. You're a tease, you used to flirt with me all the time, but you couldn't wait to wrap your slutty legs around the next dude. Meanwhile you have Damian locked up for years." 

He pushed me against the wall again.

"Wait, what?" I tried to hold him back.

"You act all innocent, play the victim, sent Damian to rot in jail. You got it rather good little girl, you have your precious Marshall taking you on fancy trips, buying you Chanel purses and shit. You could have taken one for the team and kept your mouth shut!"

"But wait, why'd you say, "My father"?"

Emilio looked me in the eye, "I go by Emilio Lopez. My full name is Emilio Rodriguez Lopez. Damian's my biological father."

I couldn't believe what she was hearing. 

"How the fuck could you never tell me this?" I shrieked.

"At first, I didn't want anyone to know we're related because he is a piece of shit. But why would you invite me up to your bedroom and then act like you don't want it? It's the same thing you did with him that night at Paramount!"

"I brought you up here to get the shoes!"

Emilio forced me against the wall harder and tried to pull my pants down. I reached for my gun, cocked it, and shot Emilio in the leg! Emilio's eyes widened and he fell to the floor in pain, gasping for air.

I jumped over him, flew down the stairs, and out the front door. I called 911 and told the dispatcher that I had just shot an intruder and to send help ASAP. I then called Shiq frantically and told her to rush over because something terrible has happened. I dialed up Crystal and told her to hurry over as well.

Sirens erupted on my street as the police and an ambulance arrived and they entered the house to load Emilio on a stretcher. Shiq and Crystal pulled up at the same time.

"What the fuck is going on?" Crystal yelled frantically.

"He's Damian's kid! Emilio is Damian's son!" I screamed as I trembled with rage and confusion.

All three of us entered the home together and I began sobbing from the entire situation being surreal. I went over the entire tale of events that had transpired and could hardly breath. I was gasping between sobs. Shiq handed me a sweatshirt for comfort and I pulled it over my head, then sat on the couch with my head in my hands. My friends could not wrap their minds around the fact that we had been deceived for so long. The medics got Emilio out of the house and the police cuffed him on the stretcher before they drove off in the ambulance.

I stood up and grabbed a bag. "I'm leaving!" I declared.

"Yeah, you can stay at my place for a few days." Crystal said.

"No, I mean for good. I'm leaving! I'm getting out of LA tonight!"

It was almost midnight and I gave my statement to the police while Crystal and Shiq packed two bags for me. My phone rang and it was Marshall, but I didn't answer. I didn't even know how to explain this to him right now, I knew he would lose his mind with worry. Instead, I called Paul. He would know what to do!

"Hey Lilly. What's up? It's late." He answered.

"Oh my God Paul! So much has happened! I don't know where to begin!" The words were racing out of my mouth.

I explained to Paul the entire story of Emilio coming onto me and threatening me. To Paul's astonishment, I conveyed to him that Emilio revealed that Damian Rodriguez was, in fact, his father. I told Paul that he became irate and I had no choice but to shoot him in self-defense.

"Fucking unreal" was Paul's response.

"I'm leaving LA. Right now! This moment!"

"Come to Detroit." He said.

"I don't know if that's a good idea Paul. I think I'm going back to Philly." I hesitated. "I gotta go." I ended the call to hang my head and cry.

There were some detectives who had some more questions for me.

I told Crystal that I was selling the house and everything in it. Crystal agreed that she would help to sell my car, ship my shoes to me, and anything else I needed. My phone rang again, it was Paul.

"It's done. I'm sending a car to take you to the airport. Your flight leaves in an hour. Marshall wants you with him anyway. I haven't told him about this. I'll let you explain it to him tomorrow morning, in person."

I hugged both of my friends tightly and we all cried. 

 "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'll love you girls always, but I gotta go. There's nothing here for me anymore."