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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++++++++"Kim, what the hell are you- FUCK." Guess she don't wanna talk *too* much, which suits me just fine, thank you.
"Shit. Take it deeper, Kim. I *know* you can." She's fuckin' purposefully *not* suckin' it down her throat just to piss me off. "C'mon," I growl. She's only fuckin' takin' half of it and it's pissin' me OFF as much as is makin' me really fuckin' hard.
"Ya know," she says, lettin' it slip from her mouth. "You'd think you'd be nicer to a girl wit' her teeth so close to vital parts of your anatomy."
"You'd better get your fuckin' smart ass mouth back on my dick 'fore I fuck you up," I growl and pull her head back to my cock.
"No," she states and sits up on her knees.
Oh THAT'S unacceptable!
"Fuckin' b-"
She grabs my dick violently and squeeze it almost to the point of pain. "I swear to fuckin' god, if you *ever* call me 'bitch' again, I'll chop it off, Marshall."
Oh fuck. It's a sick relationship when *that*- threatening to cut my dick off- turns me the fuck on.
I sit up, grab her shoulders and violently throw her down on the bed. She tries to push me away but I'm straddling her neck before she can.
"Open your mouth," I growl. She fuckin' *promised* since it was *her* fuckin' fault this time. She doesn't and I grab her by the back of the head. "Open your fuckin' mouth, Kim!" I yell.
She just smiles and makes a small "o" shape with her mouth. Bitch.
But I don't fuckin' care. I hold her head so she can't move and I thrust my cock into her mouth and down her throat and she *screams* around me and digs her nails into my thighs. HA.
"How ya gonna cut it off when it's down your fuckin' throat for the rest a your life?"
I feel her rub the bottom of her teeth against me and "I fuckin' swear-" I threaten her and she stops. "C'mon, Baby, do me right."
I thrust inside her again and she relaxes her throat around me so I can slide in completely and fuck. I could *never* adequately explain the haven that is her mouth.
I mean- you think a fuckin' puss feels good around ya but her puss don't have a big ass fuckin' tongue that pushes against the base of my cock in the most amazin' way. Fuck.
"That's it, Baby," I say and I may have been a bit rough, but that look in her eyes tells me she's exactly where she wants to be. Whore. My filthy little slut and she *knows* it.
Fuck, she fuckin' *embraces* it.
Shit, I love feelin' her pink parts around me. "So fuckin' hot, Kim," I tell her.
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Fuck. I close my eyes and he's purposefully holdin' his fuckin' orgasm to punish me for my little… *stunt* earlier, I'm sure.
"Kim?" He stills for a minute and I open my eyes and FUCK. He's got- "Want it?" He asks, with that fuckin' smart-ass glint in his eyes. I nod. "Prolly fuckin' slide right in ya."
Fuck. I try and nod, my eyes pleading with him.
"Horny, Bi-" he stops himself and instead, hands me the dildo and I need this. Shit.
I thrust it inside me and FUCK!
I groan as Marshall starts thrusting down my throat as I fill myself. Fuck.
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Yeah- she's whimperin' and mewlin' like a fuckin' cat or some shit.
*That's* right- I'm the *only* man you need, Kim. The *only* one.
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~~~~~~~~"Are you serious?" I ask her. "I mean… that'd be really cool, if-"
"Sure, why not, Lil?"
"Well- I'll have to ask at home, but-"
"Okay- lemme know?"
"Yeah, I will." I grab my bookbag as Rob pulls up. "Later!"
"Bye- call me!"
"I will, Mary!" I hop in the car and pull my belt on. "Hi!"
"Good day?"
"I guess- Mary invited me to her house for the weekend."
"Oh?"
"Yeah- I wanna go, Rob. Can I go?"
"Well- I don't really see why not, but I'd wanna talk to her parents."
"They're gonna be home- it's not like a wild party or anything. We just got a test on Monday and we thought we could do a study thing together."
"And where do they live?"
"Well- Detroit."
"Detroit?" He asks.
"Yeah- her dad is amped on her going to one of the best schools in the country so she flies back every few weeks for a weekend home."
"Well- I'd like to speak to her dad or mom, but otherwise-"
I sigh as we talk. God- my first week is kicking my ass, that' for sure. Not that it's not all interesting or anything and we actually did some experiments with liquid nitrogen in chem class which was *not* something we *ever* did at my old school.
I've had three hours of homework every night but I've been managing. I *am* however gonna need a new computer. The one from Mom is Windows '95 and I need Windows XP to run some of the software I need for my classes. I just don't know how to bring that up. I also need a laptop for the same shit- *every*one has a laptop at school. This is just all really expensive, plus the tuition for next semester and all the software and programs for the computer- scanner, printer… digital camera- I mean… it's a great school, but-
I mean- they obviously have money. I *know* they have money. But I don't wanna keep askin' 'em for shit. I'm not sure when they get the money from Mom's estate but I don't wanna *ask* them.
"We're home!" Rob announces as we walk in the door.
"Hi!" Marcie greets up and they kiss softly. I wonder if my- if Marshall and Kim do that- like a real couple. Wonder if they act like real people at home and throw their dirty socks onto the floor.
And it's not like I haven't thought about how close I'll be to them if I go to Mary's, but- I would *never* just drop in on them or anything. I mean- they have a life and privacy and I know that.
"You hungry, Lily?"
"Starved."
"Rae-Rae!" Jessie comes toddling out and slips on a piece of paper on the floor. "UF!" She says as she lands on her diaper-covered butt. "JJ bang!"
"Yeah, JJ bang," I repeat and pick her up. "How was your day, Babe?"
"Good- how day you?"
"Busy as a bumble bee, Jess."
We sit down for dinner and ya know- visions of Mom come to me sometimes at the strangest times. Like- one time we were here for dinner and afterward we were playin' Pinochle and a song came on the radio and Marce and Rob started dancing. Mom and I danced together and laughed and I miss her. I just… I still can't believe I'm never gonna see her again. I can't wrap my mind around that.
It's like- there's still this little part of me that still believes she's just in the hospital. But then I'll see her eyes- just after she-
Fuck.
"Can I- 'scuse me," I say and run upstairs. God dammit.
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"Lily?"
"Yeah?" I turn toward the door and Marce leans in the doorway.
"How ya doin', Sweetie?"
"I'm okay," I shrug. I mean- what the hell am I supposed to say? I'm surviving. That has to be enough for now- it's all I've got.
"Is it too much? School and-"
"No," I shake my head. "It's just- I miss Mom."
"I know. I do too, Lil. Rob told me you were invited to a friends for the weekend?"
"Yeah, yeah. I kinda thought it'd be good to-"
"Get outta here?" I nod. "I can call her parents and talk."
It's just… nothing at Mary's house will remind me of Mom and that just sounds really good right now.
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*********I glance down at my wrist and it feels *really* dumb to be sitting in own house and wearing a fuckin' diamond bracelet. But he insisted and I think it's more a territorial thing. He don't have no ring on my finger, but it's still marking me as his.
"Hey," he says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. His hands rest over our child and he kisses my cheek. "How ya feelin'?"
"Ya don't gotta ask me that every two seconds."
"Are you excited, Kim? About the baby?"
God. I don't fuckin' *know*. Two days ago, I was ready to leave him. Two weeks ago, we were meeting our first-born. And Whitney's still young and I don't know if I have the energy to do it again.
But at the same time- it's our *child* and I can remember times when I didn't think I'd ever have another of his children. There were times, when I was pregnant with Whitney, when I'd hold my stomach and wish and pray that it was Marshall's, even though I knew it couldn't be. But I'd imagine.
And when I've got our child inside me, it's like- at least we can do *something* right by each other. We have *proof* of our love.
"You *know* when it happened, doncha?" I ask and place my hands over his.
"What?"
"When I got pregnant- you *know* when it happened."
"Niagara?"
"Yeah," I nod. That was an amazing weekend.
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Yeah- that was a fuckin' great weekend.
"Soo… we still gonna tell the girls?"
"Yeah," she nods. "Wanna call 'em down? Dinner's almost ready."
"Okay."
I call Hailie and Whitney downstairs and five minutes later; I sit down on the couch with Hai in my lap and Whit in Kim's lap.
"What's this all about?" Hailie asks. Ever the smartie. But she's sure as hell been happier the past couple days after she found Kim and I actually in our *room*, *together* Tuesday morning.
"Well- Daddy and I have something to tell you two."
Hai's face goes pale. "We're not *leaving*- are we Mommy?"
"No, Hailie," we both answer her.
"Nothin' like that, Baby," I tell her. "It's something good."
"*Very* good," Kim corrects me and I nod at her. "Do you remember what Daddy and I promised, Hai?"
Her brow furrows as she thinks. "Gimme a hint," she says. "My mind isn't this fast sometimes."
"What did we say we were waiting for a good time for?" I ask her.
"A baby?!" She practically shouts, suddenly remembering.
"Well- apparently, Hailie, the time's right. We're having another baby," Kim says.
"A NEW BABY?!" She screams and jumps out of my lap and leans against Kim to whisper something in her ear.
"Yes, Hailie. Okay?"
Hai nods and I'll have to ask Kim about that later. "Dada!" Whit says and I pull her from Kim's lap.
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*********"Kim?" He asks, as he pulls me back against him and wraps his arms tightly around me.
"Huh?"
"What did Hai ask?"
"Oh- she-" you *know* it's bad when you kid asks *this*. "She asked if the baby was yours," I mutter. But- it was hard for her to understand that Whitney couldn't come here when she did because Marshall wasn't her father. "She was just- thinking back to Whitney and-"
"I never even *doubted* it, Kim," he states.
"What?"
"That the baby's mine. I never even had the *thought*… that's good, right?"
I guess it is. And his trust in me is slowly showing itself.
But what about mine for him?
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~~~~~~~~We hear squealing from the other side of the wall and Meredith rolls her eyes. "Sorry," she shrugs. "Manda's so fuckin' loud when her friends come over."
"It's okay. I'm sure I'll get used to it with Jessie."
"Little sisters are fun, I guess," she says. "Did you find number fourteen?"
"Yeah- on page 324. It's in the second column about halfway down, but I'm not sure if it's the best answer."
"MARY!" Her mom yells and she opens the door a couple minutes later. "You girls up for a break yet?"
"Give us an hour?"
"Okay. I'm gonna fix the squeaky two a snack and keep 'em away from you." She turns to leave but adds, "You supposed you girls would wanna walk Squeaky Number Two back home in a bit?"
"No problem, Mom," she answers and her mom leaves. I miss *my* mom.
Like- I'll never be able to call her again. I'll never get to call her Mom. I'll never get to walk into the house and yell 'Mom, I'm home!'
I shake my head and look up from the book. "You okay?"
"Fine," I say and choke back a sob.
"You wanna talk about it a bit?" She asks. Our few friends know about my mom. I didn't mean to tell them; I wanted to keep it to myself. But one day at lunch they got talking about their moms, complaining and I couldn't take it and yelled at them to stop complaining about their moms because at least they still *had* their mothers. But she's the only one I told about the whole adoption thing. She doesn't know who they are though.
I glance out the window and she's got the perfect view of their house. My jaw dropped when I saw the house. It's so fuckin' big. I thought *we* had a big house, but it's nothing compared to these places. While Rob and Marcie pull in a six-figure salary, these people here pull in seven or eight figure incomes. I'm shocked Mary is as nice and level-headed as she is.
I shake my head and wipe my eyes. "Just hits me every now and then- things we used to do or wanted to do and- things we'll *never* do. I'm fine. Let's get this shit done."
She notices me still staring out the window as a Jaguar pulls into their driveway and into their garage. "That's her new car. They just came home with it a few days ago."
"Must be nice," I comment. "Have that kinda money to throw around."
"Yeah. Dad's always saying we have no money for all the school books and stuff, but I *know* they've got money sacked away somewhere. OH- speaking of- don't buy all the software for school- you can borrow my CDs and just install them instead of buying them. It gets expensive."
"I don't think I'm gonna be able to get a computer anyway, so-"
"Why not?"
"I just don't wanna bother 'em about it. It's so expensive and they just had to get a new car and-"
"I'm *sure* they have enough money to-"
"I just don't want them to be obligated to me," I shrug.
"Lily?" She asks and I look at her. "I *really* don't think they feel that way."
I shake my head and throw myself back into the book.
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"Here, Baby," I say and hand Whit the piece of banana, which she starts to glom on. "Get anything good?" I ask Kim when she comes in with a few bags.
"Oh yeah- I'm going to *attempt* to follow this recipe and make Cajun chicken. I'm not makin' no promises though."
"Sounds good," I say and walk over to kiss her cheek softly. "I'll place an order with Papa John's now," I mumble under my breath and feel her smack my ass. "OW!"
"We're having chicken."
"We're having pizza," I correct her. "With the smell of burnt chicken in the- HEY!" I scream as she shoves me hard backwards.
"Screw you," she says.
"Please do," I say, grabbin' my dick crudly.
"Right here, Baby?" She says. Ohshit. She starts advancing on me with this glint in her eyes. Fuck. I wasn't *serious* but she presses herself against me sensuously and I'm gettin' hard.
"Moah!" Whitney yells. "Moah!"
"Kid wants more banana, Kim."
"Maybe *I* want some *banana*," she says, grabbin' my dick.
"MOAH!" Whit cries.
"Okay, okay," I say and Kim steps away. "We're having chicken."
"Hopefully," Kim winks at me. "If not, we're having pizza."
"You'll pay for that later," I inform her.
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~~~~~~~~"So… chow sound good?"
"I'm starved," I answer.
"Okay, screw this then. We've freakin' studied for six hours today. I say for the rest of the night, we have *fun*. Sound like a plan?"
"Hell yes," I say and throw my pencil down onto the bed. But she's right. *We're* right. We actually *have* been studying since we woke up at ten. It's four o'clock and we deserve a break.
"Let's go get a snack and then we'll walk Squeaky Two home," she says.
"Who is it?" I ask as we walk down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Doesn't matter," she says. "Damn seven year olds- you get 'em together and it's crazy. There are quite a few around that age that Mandi likes to play with."
Seven years old? That's how old-
"Oh, Hailie! Whacha doin', Squeakers?" Mary greets them and sits down at the table.
Ohgod! I'm just… frozen.
I'd say- what are the chances? But… the blonde hair and striking blue eyes that turn toward me tell me what I was thinking… she's my sister.
"Lil? You okay?" Mary asks.
I just nod and stare at her for a few seconds but I don't wanna scare her or… but god. She really looks like them- a good mix of both of their features. Blonde, curly hair like mine was and luckily, we both got a nice mix of their noses.
"Hi!" The two little girls squeak before turning back to their crackers.
"Lily?"
"Your name's Lily?" Hailie asks as I sit down across from her. I nod. "That's my mommy's favorite flower! We got her some for Mother's Day but Mommy didn't like 'em too much."
"Why not?" Mary asks.
"'Cause she and Dad was fightin' 'gain."
"Why?" I ask. That would explain why Kim sounded upset when I called.
She shrugs. "Maybe 'bout the baby."
Baby?!
"Baby?" Mary asks.
"Yeah," Mandi replies. "Her Mama's gonna have a baby! Isn't that exciting, Mary?"
Kim's… pregnant?
I'm gonna have another sister?
They're gonna… have another baby… and keep her and love her and raise her and how come everyone else gets a mother but *me*?
"Mary, can you walk Squeaker home, here? She's gotta be home for dinner."
"Do I gotta?" She whines. "Mommy's cooking tonight!"
I can't help but smile just a bit. Kim not a cook?
"Yes, I promised that you'd be back."
"Yeah, Mom. We just gotta run up and get shoes on."
I follow her up the stairs and… god. "I don't think I feel too good," I say and hold my stomach. "I think I'm just gonna stay here and lay down."
"Lil, c'mon," she says, grabbing sneakers. "Do you *know* who that is? That's Eminem's *daughter*! He might invite us in for a bit. Last time I walked Hailie home, he gave me a Shady Limited hat!" Oh yeah- my father has a clothing line. Or *will* have…
"I just- I don't wanna puke on his floor…"
"C'mon," she says. "When are you gonna have this chance again?"
"I just don't wanna." I don't wanna just knock on their freakin' door and… *surprise* them. And they're having another baby?
"Tell me the truth," she says.
"Huh?"
"You're lying. I know when someone's lying. You hate them, huh? Against them? Ya know- you shouldn't fuckin' *judge* them based on what you fuckin'-"
"They're my parents." It leaves my mouth before I'm able to stop it.
"WHAT?!"
I sigh and sit on the bed. "She had a baby when she was fourteen and they couldn't keep it. So they put it up for adoption and when my mom died, she had that letter from my birth parents that I told you about and it's *them*. Kim Scott and Marshall Mathers III. They came to the house a couple weeks ago to meet me."
"No…" she says as she absorbs it all. "They're… so Hailie's your… sister?"
"Yeah," I nod. "Sorry I didn't *tell* you, I just-"
"No. I understand."
"I just… don't wanna just show up on their doorstep. I don't wanna blindside 'em."
"Oh. Okay. But… just walk wit' me and just… don't come up to the door. Please?"
I nod. "Okay." She can walk to the front door and I'll just stand in front of the garage or something- so they can't see me.
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Ya know- I've had the strangest feeling in my gut the past… day or so. Like- something pulling on my gut. I can't understand it. It's that sort of feeling I had when we saw Rayne for the first time and I just- I guess I'm just missing her.
"When's Hai comin' home?"
"Should be soon. Yo- can you get me a glass of water for this messy baby?"
"Yeah." I turn and go to the think to fill a sippie cup of- "Marshall!" I gasp.
"What? You okay?"
"It's-" I blink once and twice and… it's *her*.
"What?" He asks and I feel his hand resting on my hip as he looks over my shoulder. "Oh my god-" It's… Rayne- Lily… and she's with Hailie too. I just… my god.
"It's… I mean- it's-"
"Yeah. It is." We stand there and watch them walking up the driveway and a minute after they're out of our sight, the doorbell rings. "What do we-"
"I don't know," he says. "But… we answer the door."
The doorbell rings again and we hear Hailie screaming through the door for us.
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.