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Space Bound (Eminem)
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Complete, First published Apr 04, 2014
Mature
Kylie Donovan is a lonely and extremely shy girl. She's the only child and has a complicated life. She works so that she can go to college one day and have a better life. On one particular day her life slowly starts to change. They get new neighbours and the neighbours have a son that's around her age. She seems to get lost in his blue eyes every time she looks into them. Kylie and Marshall forms a friendship and gets along well since they can relate to one another. Kylie supports her best friend in everything that he does and he appreciates her for it, but will it be enough for Kylie to stick by his side?
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She wasn't made for glass slippers. She was made for bruised knees, smeared mascara, and being told she's pretty with his hand around her throat. Kendra Knox was never anyone's princess. She grew up in a trailer with EBT cards, overdue bills, and a mother who treated her like competition. Fairytales weren't bedtime stories. They were lies people with money got to believe. Now she dances at Eden's Gate, wearing dollar store glitter and six-inch Pleasers, collecting rent one lap at a time. No carriage. No ball. Just blood, tears, and survival. Then he shows up. Not a prince. A problem. Marshall Mathers. Famous. Filthy. Untouchable. He doesn't ride a horse. He rolls up in a black Escalade, smells like smoke and sin, and looks at her like she's already his. He doesn't save her. He drags her into his world. A palace with no exits, a crown that cuts, and rooms that lock from the inside. He calls her beautiful while she's crying. Keeps her quiet with cash and attention that feels like violence. And she lets him. Because it's not love. It's not safety. But it's still better than going back to being nobody. This isn't a fairytale. It's a dirty one. And she wears her crown like a bruise.