Rain
WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT
Title : Rain
Pairing: Eminem/Kim
Summary: Em and Kim are trying work things out, meanwhile- fourteen year old Lily Rayne has problems of her own.AUTHOR'S NOTES: I will NOT be address Kim's niece who is supposedly living with them. For the purposes of this, she doesn't exist in their home permanently. 1) I don't want to complicate things MORE. 2) Some sources say her name is Amy others say it's Aidan. 3) I'm the author and it's my right! It's fanfic! :-) I will *also* not really be addressing Nathan *too* much. He may pop up- but he's not living with them either. ALSO I am assuming the book "Cleanin' Out My Closet" is a load of crap since that's what the man himself said. So any information J.R. Watkins said about Kim or Em and their relationship does not apply here.
ONE MORE THING!!! This fiction is color coded for ease of reading since there are three main characters!! Anytime you see (------), it means time has passed. Here's the KEY:
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~~~~~~~~Okay. Yeah- this is just… *great*.
So I've got my lunch, now what?
I spot an empty table and I guess I'll just sit there. Fuck- I hadn't realized how hard it would be to start at a new school a month away from the end of the semester, but at least they're not all looking at me with pity-eyes.
"Hey!" A girl says, stepping in front of me. God- please don't let her be another- "Wanna sit with us?"
"Sure," I nod emphatically. I pull a chair over and there are three other girls there and one guy. "Hi."
"I'm Meredith," the girl says. "But everyone calls me Mary."
"I'm Lily."
"That's Emily, Gianna, Luna and Brian."
"Hi," I smile at them.
"You're the new girl," he says.
"DUH, Brian, god- are you *sure* you belong at the Academy?"
"Shut up, *Emily*," he says, lightly punching her arm. "So why so late in the year?"
"I just really needed a change. My old school was… shit. So-"
"So will you be here next year?" Emily asks.
"Um- I hope so. They said they'd see. I just- was really bored in my old school."
"You won't lack for boredom *here*," Mary says.
God- this is *nice*. A normal conversation with *no* one asking me 'are you okay' or 'how are you'- it's nice. And the teachers didn't give me that look either- even though they probably *know* why I'm here. They haven't treated me differently or offered more time on assignments.
And sooner than I know it, lunch is over. "So where do you go next?" Mary asks.
"Oh- P.E.," I groan.
"Yeah- same in any school you go to. No one likes gym. But- Mr. Gabriel is really cool and not too strict, so we deal."
"Oh good."
"So… must be hard coming in so close to the end of the year. You can borrow my notes from anything if it'll help. Are they making you do all the end of the year assignments and stuff?"
"They said the term papers could be just like… a detailed summary of what I would write for the full paper." And as nice of them as it was, I still think I'm going to write the papers. For every class you take, except for gym, you have to write an eight to ten page paper on a topic covered in class. I may not get to them all, since I've got seven classes that require them. But I'm going to try and do as many as I can. I figure as much as I impress them, they'll want me back next year. So I'm going to show them that I'm serious and I'm committed.
"That'd be nice. Luckily, I've already got five of 'em done. Little tip for next year? You can hand the papers in any time during the year. I get a topic list from professors the year before and work on them over the summer. It doesn't matter when they get done, just that they do. Ya know?"
"Yeah… thanks."
"So, you don't live on campus?"
"No, we live about forty-five minutes from here, so- what about you?"
"I'm an out of state-er, actually. May be the top school in the state, but it's one of the top ten schools in the country, and closest to our house. Father expects me to get in to Oxford."
"Do *you* wanna go there?"
She shrugs. "Dunno. I'm fourteen, how am I supposed to decide?"
I smile and this is soo nice. "So where are you from?"
"Outside Detroit, actually."
My god- small world. Right? "That's kinda far."
"Yes and no. I'm just happy to be out of the damn house."
Wow. Do I actually have a *friend*?
I think I could get used to this.
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"Lily, hey!"
"Oh, hi, Mary!" I smile at her as she sits down across the table from me.
"Whacha doin' here?"
"Oh, my ride doesn't get here for another hour," I explain. School gets out at three, but Rob can't get here until six, so I've been sitting in the library for the past two hours.
"Oh, I wish I'd known. We were just at Starbucks. We go every day after school, maybe you'll come tomorrow?"
"Sure, yeah." She's *really* nice; so were Em, Gi and Bri for that matter. "What're *you* doin' now?"
"Oh- I had a book on reserve and it's in."
I glance at the book she has. "the Truth behind Newton's Gravity?" I read the title. "Fascinating read."
"You'd be surprised. I've read it five times and I'm still shocked every time I read it." She glances at her watch. "OH! Shit. I gotta get back to my room."
"Why?"
"Because FLY 92 is running a contest and I gotta be home so I know when to call in."
"Oh? What'll you win?"
"Be the twentieth caller and answer a trivia question correctly and you're qualified to win two front row tickets one of two US concert dates to see Eminem and 50 Cent."
Oh god! But… I guess I gotta get used to it. "Oh. You like them then?"
"Can I tell you something?" She asks me quietly, looking around the area first. I nod and she moves around to sit next to me. "I kinda… *know* him."
"What?" I'm confused. I mean… how many other kids could they *have*?
"He lives across the street from me, Eminem does, I mean. He moved in a couple years ago, but… don't tell any one," she requests.
"No, I won't," I promise, because, hey- everyone has secrets.
"I just… I've only been here for six months and-"
"I get it," I assure her. She came in mid-stream too. "So like… have you like… talked to him?"
"Yeah- this past summer he invited the entire neighborhood over for a barbeque. It was… *soo* awesome. But- he's nice."
"Yeah," I sigh. I mean- fuck.
"Have *you* met him?" She asks.
Okay- quick, change the subject. "If he's your neighbor, why bother trying to *win* the tickets? Why not just ask him?"
"My father doesn't want us to bother him and he has a point. So… I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow in homeroom?"
"Yeah," I nod. Oh yeah- Mary, by the way- he's my- father.
"Unless… you wanna walk wit' me? We could talk-"
"Yeah. Yeah- sure." Talking. That's good, right? And she *knows* him…
It really *is* a small world. I mean… ever get the feeling that there's someone sitting behind a computer just writing the script to your life? Sometimes I get that feeling. Like my life is just here for someone's amusement.
Huh. Wonder if anyone *else* ever feels that way…
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++++++++Where. The fuck. Is she?
I slam my fist down on the counter *again*. I swear to god I'd go fuckin' *find* her if I didn't think I'd fuckin' *kill* her.
I glance at the clock. Seven o-fuckin'-clock and WHERE IS SHE?!
I swear if she fuckin' took off- I'ma track her down and fuckin'… *strangle* her.
HOW THE FUCK could she fuckin'… *NOT* call?! Either she's dead or gone and either way- I'm gonna fuckin' *kill* her for it.She thinks she can hide from ME?!
NO FUCKIN' AWAY! "COME ON!" I scream and it echoes off the cabinets. "WHERE ARE YOU, Kim?!"
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//Now bleed, Bitch, bleed, BLEED
So long, Bitch, you did me so wrong
And I don't wanna go on, livin' in this world, wit'ouchu
So long, Bitch, you did me so wrong
And I don't wanna go on, livin' in this world, wit'ouchu//What the hell am I gonna *do*?
I don't *know* how to be without him. It all comes down to that fundamental truth. I don't *know* how to be without Marshall. Even when I *was*, I didn't know how. That's why I put up with Eric- because I needed someone. I thought anyone would do, but I need *him* and-
//Sit down, Bitch, you move again, I'll beat the shit outta you//
And now, on top of Lily, on top of Hailie and Whitney and fame and money and work and *us*- now I have *another* person to think of? And of *course* he has to know. He *will* know. The second I first start *showing*, he'll *know*; he knows my body too well. He'll feel my stomach starting to pop, assuming I let him close enough to feel my stomach.
//Quit cryin', Bitch, why you always make me shout achu?//
Maybe it'll just be better if I keep my kids there. He's a fine father, if nothing else.
And if I have to, if the kids notice we sleep in separate rooms, I can sleep next to him, and let him fuck me and fuck him back because my body needs him as much as *I* do, but- I just… don't think I can *live* like that. We couldn't before- it didn't work. I can't go back to that. I *won't*.
//Shut the fuck up!//
Maybe if I just… tell him no more. I'll stay in the house and have your kid, but that's it. No more kisses, no more conversation. And if I were stronger, I could do that. But I'm not that strong, not when it comes to him.
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"Any luck?" I growl through the phone.
"Sorry, Dawg. No," Proof says. "We'll keep lookin' if you-"
"No. I'll fuckin'-"
"Marsh, just calm down. You'll feel really bad if she got in accident or some shit."
"No- the hospitals got no one like her- she's… doin' it on purpose- to fuckin' *punish* me."
"Call her parents?"
"Yeah- they ain't seen her."
"Dawn?"
"Nope."
"Where else would she go?"
"To a fuckin' guys house to *fuck* him- THAT'S where she'd fuckin' *go*."
"Marsh, come on-"
"I gotta go." I slam the phone down. WHERE IS SHE?
And how could she fuckin' *not* pick Hai up from school? WHAT THE FUCK WAS SHE THINKING?!
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//You really *fucked* me, Kim, you really did a number on me//
Doesn't he *know* how much this shit *hurts*?
He think it hurt seein' me kissing John? WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE THINK *THIS* DOES TO ME?!
I place my hand over my stomach. God- there's a… baby inside. *Our* baby.
I just… I already love it. I can't help it. I love my children- our children.
I rest my head back on the headrest for a minute and-
//Look, we could just take Hailie and leave//
OH GOD! HAILIE!!!!!!
I glance at the clock. Nine-thirty. I was supposed to get her from school!
SHIT. I just- I've been driving around aimlessly. Shit… Hailie.
I throw the car into drive. SHIT. I get to the school and it's locked. She's nowhere.
He must have- gotten her. FUCK.
//Now shut the fuck up and get what's comin' to you
You were supposed to love me!
Now bleed, Bitch, bleed
Bleed, Bitch, bleed. BLEED//I shut the radio off quickly. FUCK. He's so… and there's another one?
For fuckin' *everyone* to hear? So fuckin' all of fuckin' *America* can think I'm a whore and a slut? I'm no more of a whore than *he* is! I am what *he* fuckin' made me!
I pull into the garage and walk in the house and I wonder where he-
"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN, BITCH?!" He screams as he comes into the room.
"Where's Hailie?" I ask.
"WHERE THE FUCK *WERE* YOU?!" He screams again, slamming his fist on the counter. Shit- the *last* time he did that during a fight, he fractured it.
"Where's HAILIE?" I ask again, angrier. "Tell me where my fuckin' children are!"
"Didn't care about it too much earlier, did you? Where WERE you?"
"Driving. Now where *are* they?" I ask. Fuck. I start getting dizzy again. I guess I should have eaten. But… I grab the counter.
"At my Aunts'. Got a fuckin' call from the school at four sayin' you wasn't there yet and can I come pick Hailie up. What the fuck were you *doin'*? Or should I say *who*?"
Oh that's IT!
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"FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKIN' BASTARD!"
"NO, you *weren't* fucking me!" I yell. "But I wanna see your pussy, Kim- you got another man's cum inside you?"
"Don't fucking *touch* me, Marshall," she yells as I walk toward her.
"I WANNA KNOW! Didn't leave me a fuckin' note this time, so I couldn't hunchu down, so- was he good? Sing him your 'no one ever felt this good' shit?"
"You're *SO* stupid, Marshall. SO FUCKIN' STUPID!"
"Fuck YOU!"
"Think you got it all figured out, huh?"
"I got *you* figured out, Bitch. Just go where the dick is big-"
"Oh don't you *wish*!" She says.
"Well what the hell was you doin' then? Huh? Fuckin' gettin' more drugs? Fuckin' unfit mother- Lily's *lucky* she didn't have to put up wit' you and your shit."
FUCK. As soon as it's out of my mouth-
"We are *so* over," she states and storms past me.
Fuck. I don't blame her *this* time. We've sunk pretty low, but- *that* was low.
FUCK! She's… gonna leave. I *know* it. She *means* it this time too. FUCK!
She's gonna fuckin' walk out with *my* *daughter* and that'll be it.
It's real this time. She has *never* walked away from a fight. I mean… *never*.
I can't stay here and watch. I go upstairs to what was once our room. SHIT. Five weeks ago, we were here and we were *happy*.
Shit- I fucked this up *bad*.
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BASTARD!
I slam the door and that's IT. I'm packing and I'm gettin' the hell outta here. He wants to think I've been fuckin' around? FINE. I'll tell him it's someone else's 'cause I'm *not* comin' back *here*.
<Ring. Ring.>
"Hello?"
"Hi… Kim."
Ohgod. "Lily- hi. Kinda late for you, isn't it?"
"Not too. I'm usually up til eleven workin' on homework."
"How did it go today?" Yeah- she started school today.
"Really good! I actually have non-pity friends, it's really nice."
"Oh good."
"Yeah. I actually- was talkin' with one of 'em about Eminem and all that. Put some things into perspective, I think."
"Perspective?"
"Yeah, ya know- lyrical content things. It's like- I met him and he wasn't what I was expecting, you either. But it's like- the songs and stuff, I guess I couldn't understand why he'd write what he does."
I try and hold back a sniffle, but really I'm just *mad*. "And why is that?"
"Well… it's just… words. What you say- it doesn't matter. What a person *does* is what counts and he *obviously* loves you. I mean- I could *see* that, *feel* it in the room the other day. You two obviously love each other a lot and *that's* what matters. He's not Eminem, he's… Marshall."
From the mouth of someone who doesn't even *know* him…
"Exactly," I say.
"So… I thought maybe next weekend, maybe we could… meet? Again?"
"Yes- definitely. You could call, or have Marcie or Rob call?"
"Okay. Night."
"Night."
Shit.
I glance at the drawer across the room and… before I know it, I've walked over and pulled the CD out. I've placed it in my stereo and hit play.
What's- what is that? Jail bars closing?
I close my eyes as some… what is that- sad, haunting piano type thing comes on and his voice comes on and-
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This is *so* fuckin' *stupid*. All over a fuckin' song that I fuckin' wrote to fuckin' APOLOGIZE and she won't even fuckin' LISTEN to it. And now she's gonna fuckin' *leave* me because I fuckin' wrote an entire song to apologize to her for the other ones!
Shit. Okay- I'm not lettin' her leave this fuckin' house unless she at least *listens* to it.
I'll fuckin' tie her down if I have to.
I'm about to stand up when the door flies open and she's on top of me before I know, kissin' me with tears in her eyes. God- I kiss her back and she doesn't hit me or slap me when I wrap my arms around her. "Kim- what-"
"What's it called?"
"What?"
"The song," she answers quietly. OH! SHE LISTENED?!
"Requiem. Did you-"
"I'm *so* sorry, Marshall. I love you *so* much- I was wrong. I was- I was just driving around, there's nobody else and I-"
I just pull her mouth back down to mine and mutter "I know" before I kiss her more.
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God. I cannot adequately explain how stupid I was. But… hello- based on prior experience…
But the song is- incredible! The third part in the story- about how he wishes he could take it back and how he has to spend the rest of his life behind bars and never gets to see Hailie again and never gets to kiss me. And I swear- it sounded like he was actually *crying* toward the end of the track when he was rapping about how much he was sorry about killing me and… I can't believe I almost left him because I just didn't listen to him.
And his mouth is *so* good and it's soo good to be in his arms again.
"Make love to me, Marshall," I whisper. "I need you in me again."
"Was planning on it, Kimmy," he replies as his hands slip under my shirt to touch my back. I smile. He hasn't called me that since we were maybe eighteen or nineteen.
'I'm sorry too," he says. "now, lets get naked."
"Okay," I agree and we reluctantly let go of each other.
"I'm sorry for what I said earlier," he says as we rip our shirts off.
"I know."
"I didn't mean it, Kim. I swear, I was just mad."
"I *know*," I say, pushing my jeans down.
"I am *really* sorry," he says as kneels on the bed.
And now I'm standing naked before him and- oh yeah. I place a hand on my stomach and smile. "Marsh- I was really just driving around all afternoon thinking about what to do."
"What to do? Whether to leave me or not?"
"Well- I have one more thing to consider now."
"What?"
I crawl onto the bed and kneel in front of him before placing his hand on my stomach. "Your baby's inside me, Mickey."
"What?" He gasps and I feel his hand automatically squeeze my stomach gently.
"I'm pregnant."
Oh my god- his eyes are practically *glowing*. "Kim- that's-"
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Oh fuck- I'm gonna… be a daddy? I'ma have another baby? Of my *own*? Of *ours*?
Oh my god- this is just… "Kim- that's- incredible." Oh my god. I pull her body against mine and kiss her tenderly. Holy shit. We're havin' a baby!
And I'm gonna make love to it's mother.
Author: crazyevildru@yahoo.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.