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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++++++++"Have you seen my necklace?" I ask her. I can't find the damn thing.
"I have no idea. Where'd you put it?"
"If I *knew*, I wouldn't have *asked*, *WOULD* I?"
"Don't get pissy," is her response to me.
"I just want the fuckin' necklace."
"Well- what the fuck do you want *me* to do about it?"
"Help me find it."
She snorts and stands up. She's in a pissy mood. Bitch. "Neverfuckin'mind. I'll find it myself."
"I don't see why you have to *go*," she complains. See? *This* is *Kim*. She's an expert at the 'if you loved me, you'd' game.
"Because I have commitments," I say. Shit- isn't it enough that I didn't go to the fuckin' *Oscars* for her?!
"You have a kid too."
"Kim- don't fuckin' *start* wit' me." I slam my drawer shut. Where the fuck did I PUT IT?!
"Start with you? How the fuck could I *start* with you when you're LEAVING?!" I turn to her just as she throws my necklace at me. "HERE's the fuckin' necklace. Happy?"
"OH YEAH!" I say nastily. "How could I *not* be happy with a fuckin' *bitch* in my room."
Oh *that* got her. "YOUR room?" She asks angrily. "*That* what you feel?"
"I fuckin' paid for it." OH yeah- *that* made her mad. Good.
"Fine. Then don't plan at getting in *my* 'room' without payin' for it," she says. Ohyeah- withhold sex, Kim. That's good.
"Is *that* how he got in your bed?" I growl.
"FUCK YOU, MARSHALL!"
"*Had* you been fuckin' me, you wouldn't even *need* to fuckin' call him!"
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"Well, had I been satisfied *else*where, I wouldn't have *gone* to him."
Oh- that was a low blow but it did the trick. He retreats. I win.
Game. Set. Match.
And basically- *I* started it. *I* was the one who was dumb. And he said he had to go to California for a few days and I was *stupid*. I was the old Kim. The spoiled one from before- the one I'm trying not to be. But- with everything going on… I told him I was thinking of calling Eric and seeing if he wanted to see Whitney.
And *that* led to the pain that just was. On the uphand… I won.
He throws his D12 necklace around his neck and grabs his suitcase without saying anything. And then- he leaves, slamming the bedroom door behind him, which damn him wakes Whitney up from her nap.
Fucker. I let Whitney cry a bit as I run down the stairs. Shit. I gotta fix this or at least apologize. "MARSHALL!"
I catch him before he heads out the door to the driveway where Paul's waiting.
"Do what the fuck you wanna do, Kim," he says before slamming the door.
Fuck.
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++++++++"You wanna get that?" Paul asks, glancing at my cell phone. I look down at it and it's the house.
"No." I toss it on the desk. She'll leave another fuckin' message. Whatever. "So gimme the next thing." Fuck. I love having my own company- but there's too much to do sometimes.
"You've been awfully… quiet and-"
"Fuck it, Paul. Don't. Just- what else?"
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~~~~~~~~I didn't think it would be this damn hard.
"So how did you like 'em?" Jen asks.
"Huh?" I *hate* this. I'm sitting in the fuckin' *lunch* room and everyone's *lookin'* at me. Or most everyone. I mean… I *hear* what they were sayin' when I was walking down the hallway. Oh- there goes that girl. Didn't her mom die? She's missed a lot of school. I heard her mother killed herself.
"The CDs. Eminem- how was it? Did you listen?"
"Oh, yeah. I guess. It's… pretty out there."
"Yeah- but funny as fuck. Ain't it?"
"What's your favorite song?" I ask. Anything to *not* think about how much a freak I am now.
"Oh shit- I love Criminal and Kill You. My Dad's Gone Crazy is awesome too. But… it's sick but I *really* love Kim."
"He sounds so… angry- in that song. Is it- true?"
Jen's *way* more of an 'Eminem-head' than me. So- she shrugs though. "Dunno. She's still alive, ain't she? Can't be too angry at her. But- they're back together so- I bet they really love each other."
"That J.R. didn't have nice things to say about her."
"Oh yeah- well- she was on some radio talk show talkin' about the book and Kim called in to the radio station and said it was all bullshit and then Em called in and said he backed Kim up one hundred percent. So who knows?"
"Hey Loser- oops. I meant *Lily*!" Ohgreat! Miss Stacie 'I'm so popular everyone should worship me' Kennedy sits down next to me.
"What do *you* want?" Jen asks her.
"Hey- I'm just here to offer my condolences. I mean… must be *tough*," she says, putting her arm around me like Mom always used to when I was hurt or sad. "Being an orphan *must* be hard. *I* heard they couldn't even find a foster family for you."
"She's living with her mom's friends!" Jen says, but I wish she would just shut up.
"Oh- must be nice- bein' a charity case since no one wants to take in a suicidal woman's kid."
"She didn't kill herself," I state calmly. More calmly than I *thought* I would sound.
"No? That's not what *I* heard. *I* heard she took herself off life support to whisper *one* *last* *thing* to her precious pride and joy."
I will *not* cry. I will *not* cry. That's *exactly* what she wants.
"I mean… maybe then she *didn't* commit suicide," she says and leans into my ear and whispers, " you *killed* her."
"NOOO!" I scream and throw my lunch tray off the table as I jump up.
"Bye, bye, Mama-Killer," I hear her calling after me as I run, tears streaming down my cheeks.
I didn't kill her, did I?
All so she could tell me that- so she could tell me she loved me.
I run and run and I don't know where I'm going. How could she SAY that?
Why do I *believe* it?
I can't breathe. I can't breathe- like Mom. Ohgod.
I stop running when my legs can't go anymore and just collapse in the grass on the side of the road.
What the fuck? She's hated me all along.
She likes to watch people cry. She likes to make people hurt because her parents couldn't give a shit less about her. But-
NO. Stop it, Rayne. It's not my fault. Mom was gonna die no matter what I did or didn't do.
I pull out her cell phone. I still have her cell phone. Marcie thought it was a good idea I had one.
I have no idea what possesses me to dial the phone number. But… I have it memorized even though I haven't called it. It's been a little under three weeks and-
"Hello?"
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Lil- Rayne. Who's this?"
"This is Hailie. Who are you?"
OHGOD. It's… Hailie? My- sister? "Um… is your mommy or daddy there?"
"Mommy's busy with my sister." *Our* sister, I want to say. But she probably has no clue I exist. "And Daddy's not home."
"Where is he?"
"Califreakinfornia. That's what Mommy says. She mad."
"Huh? Why is she mad?"
"'Cause Daddy left. But he'll be back."
"Do they get mad a lot?" I ask.
"Hailie, Baby, who's on the phone?" I hear Kim asking in the background.
"I dunno- some water girl."
"Hai, gimme the phone!" She practically yells.
"Rayne?! Is that you?"
"Yeah," I say and *why* did I call this number? And while I'm sitting by the side of the road too? What's *wrong* with me? Ohyeah- my mom died.
"I'm so glad you called. We were- worried," she says and then I hear her muffled voice, "Hailie, go take those into your room, would you?"
"Sorry. I've… had a lot going on." Like being called a murderer.
"It's okay," she says. "Don't worry about it. I'm just- glad you called."
"Yeah." And *why* did I call again?
"Um… did you- *want* something? Or-"
"Besides wanting a girl dead? No. Can you make that happen?" *Why* am I choosing to share this with her?
"Who?"
"Some… bitch in my class. Miss Popularity decided to make me regret my entire existence."
A big truck whizzes by and- "Where are you?" She asks.
"I ran away from school and I'm sitting on the side of the road."
"What? You- ran away? I know I'm not… an *expert* on your life- but… you could get hurt."
"I know, I know. I just- wasn't thinking clearly. I started back at school today and-"
"Must have been hard."
"Yeah and then *Stacie* decides to-" I stop when I realize this is the stuff I should be telling Mom. But Mom's not here anymore.
"What?"
"I'm sorry- I gotta go-"
"NO!" She says. "Don't. It's just- sometimes it helps to get stuff off your chest."
"She told me I killed my mother."
"Oh, Honey, that's- an awful thing to say."
But I don't wanna think about it right now. "Hailie sounds old."
"Yeah. She's seven going on forty. Little Miss Know It All, I guess."
"She said Marshall's out of town."
"Yeah, for a bit. He'll be back tomorrow. But- he's got his cell phone, if you wanted to-"
"No, no. I just-" What do I just… I just want a change. I'm ready for a change. "Thought maybe we could… think about meeting?"
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"YES!" Ohgod- that sounded too… excited. But "yes! We can. Maybe you should… discuss it with your- with-"
"Marcie and Rob-"
"And they could call us. We could make the arrangements, if it's what you want. We can fly in this weekend or next. But- why don't you have them call us?"
"Okay. I will."
"And Rayne?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm *really* glad you called. Ya know- if there's anything we can do-"
"I think you did enough," she says and I'm not sure what she means by it, but it doesn't sound *cruel* or hurtful.
"You don't… owe me anything, but would you do me a favor?" I ask.
"What?
"Get off the side of the road? Go home or back to school or to the mall or something. Just get off the side of the road."
"Yeah, okay. I will. Bye."
"Bye," I say. "I love you," I add, but she already hung up.
Okay. I know he hasn't returned any of my calls, but I *know* he's gotten the messages. SO I'm gonna leave him another one.
The fight was *stupid* and what I'm doing *now* is even stupider, but I thought I could maybe *reason* with-
"Hey, this is Marsh. Leave me a message."
"Marshall- look, I know you're getting my messages and if you don't wanna talk, that's fine. Whatever. It's been a few days but whatever. I just- Rain called just now and I think she's close to being ready. Anyway- call me if you want, or I'll see you tomorrow night. I *love* you, despite what you might think."
I hang up and- "Who was on the phone?"
Ohshit. He startled me. "Eric, I thought I told you not to *do* that shit."
"Sorry," he says. "So- he's mad at you? *Again*?"
"Don't start," I tell him. "Juts- do you see?" I point to Whitney who crawls quickly around him to me. She wouldn't even go near him and cried when I let him hold her. "She doesn't know you."
"'Cause you won't *let* her."
"C'mon, Eric, you didn't call for-"
"Mommy? What did the water girl want?"
"Oh she's just a friend of Mommy and Daddy's, Hon. Hailie- can you take Whitney into the playroom for a bit while I finish up here?"
She takes Whitney and I step a bit closer to Eric so she won't hear. I softly say, "You didn't even *call* for three weeks after she was born. You visited her all but 10 times, if that, before I even came back here and-"
"What do you want, Kim?" He asks before sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me toward him. Shit no.
"Eric-"
"No. I *know* the game, Kim. *This* is what you want," he says before placing his mouth over mine.
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I glance at the phone. I really should pick it up but she'll see me soon enough.
Her messages are right thought. I should've called. We shouldn'tve resorted to being stupid again. But- if she doesn't wanna cut him out of her life- a part of me wonders if she still has feelings for him. I mean… they *did* date. It wasn't a one night thing. But I shouldn't let that part of me run my life.
But I'll be telling her all this in like- two minutes since I came home early to-
What the fuck?! Whose car is *that*?
I pull the rental into the driveway and run inside. I *swear* I recognize that car from-
"ERIC" I hear her scream as I burst through the door. WHAT?!
"C'mon, Baby, you *know* you-"
"I SO DO NOT!" She screams and I watch her kick him in the balls.
"BITCH!" He yells and punches her in the stomach. MOTHERFUCKER!
"HEY!" I scream at him.
"Marshall?!" She gapes at me as I'm on my way over to punch *him*. But-
"Daddy!" I freeze in my tracks, halfway across the room, when Hailie comes running out of the playroom, Whitney not far behind her.
"Hai- go back to play," Kim orders her, doubled over in pain, not taking her eyes off me and I don't take my eyes off *him*. I'll fuckin' *kill* him fuckin' punchin' *my* woman with my *daughter* in the house…
"But-"
"Hailie- NOW," Kim practically yells and coughs a bit. He knocked the wind outta her. Hailie grabs Whitney and runs back to the playroom and slams the door behind her.
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He's stalking over her and god- "Marsh, please- don't-"
He's gonna kill him. He's gonna- "don't be stupid, Marshall." And it'll be *my* fault. Why I thought I could talk to Eric- I don't know. But- he wouldn't let me go when I told him to stop. God- he disgusts me.
Marsh grabs Eric's shirt and yanks him forward. "I think it's time you leave," he says and his voice sends a shiver up my spine. It's scary. I've never *heard* him like this before.
"You can't keep me away from my kid," Eric spits.
"No. You're going to *stay* away-"
"What makes you think *that*?" Eric challenges.
"The fact that Kim could call the police right now. You hit *my* woman after you *attack* her in *my* home with *my* kid here? Break in and-"
"She *invited* me in, Man. She *wanted* me an-"
Dammit. Marshall punches his stomach and pushes him away.
"Your word against hers and I don't *think* you wanna *do* that, do you?"
I can't believe him. He's… I don't think he believes it- but he's… defending me? I don't know. He doesn't believe though. I can tell. I may as well pack my bags. DAMMIT. I'm sooo fuckin' stupid! Things were actually good and I fuck it up!
"What do you want?" Eric asks, gasping for breath. Good. I hold my stomach and lean on the counter for support. Fuck, that hurt. I wasn't *expecting* it.
"You're going to leave and we're never going to hear from you again. You're not going to protest my adoption of Whitney and you're *sure* as fuck never gonna raise a *hand* another member of my family *again*."
"NO way!" Eric protests. "She's my *daughter*!"
"Not anymore," Marsh informs him.
"You can't-"
"Kim, call 911. Tell 'em there's been a break in."
"NO! Fine. I-" he stares at me for a few minutes. "Happy now, Slut? I thought we *had* somethin' and-"
"You thought wrong," I tell him.
"Now get the *hell* out of our house," Marshall says and lunges forward. Eric jumps in fear and scrambles around the island and slams the door as he leaves.
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Shit! I shouldn'tve punched him. But- he had it comin'.
"Are you okay?" I ask, place one hand on her back and one gently on her stomach. "Did he hurchu too bad?"
"Marsh- Hailie…" I turn and follow her eyes to see Hailie standing with Whitney in her arms.
"Baby," I say and dive in front of her and pull her into my arms. She's crying. "It's okay, Baby. It's over, Honey. It's over."
"Is the man gone?"
"Yeah, he's gone, Hai. He's not comin' back. It's okay."
"He hurt Mommy."
"I'll be okay, Hailie. It's okay," Kim says from behind me.
"Not *now*- be*fore*-"
I try *not* to freak out but I whip my head around and Kim won't even *look* at me.
"Hai Hai- you got homework to do for tomorrow?"
"I gotta read one chapter and then I'm done."
"Okay- why don't you run upstairs and read on Mommy and Daddy's bed, okay? Then maybe we'll all go in the pool. Can you do that for me?"
She nods and I take Whitney from her before she runs upstairs. I place Whitney in the highchair and just look at Kim for a second.
"Don't start, Marsh. I-" she starts, but I silence her when I put my arms around her waist and kiss her softly. She doesn't respond until I dart my tongue out and caress her bottom lip. She was always a sucker for that.
"Are you *okay*?" I ask, once I pull away.
"I'll be fine," she states. "I'll be… outta your hair by tomorrow." She starts twisting out of my grasp, but I hold her tight.
"What?"
"Donchu want me gone?"
"Do you *want* to leave?" I ask.
"No," she says plainly. "I just thought-"
"You thought *wrong*," I smile when I repeat her earlier words to him. "You're just lucky I came home when I did. He mighta-"
"You… believe me? What you said?"
"Of course I do, Kim. Why wouldn't I?"
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Oh- only because you NEVER have before. Holy *shit* this is new.
"Because you- he was… *trying* to kiss me and- he's at the house and I invited him and-"
But he quiets me with another gentle kiss. "Do me a favor? *Don't* invite men over to the house again?"
"I thought I could… get him off our back. I thought if he *saw* that she was happy and that she didn't even *know* him- that he'd stop talkin' shit and-"
"Shh, it's over, Baby," he says and pulls me into his arms. Ohgod- I bury my face in his neck and cry a bit. He's right- I *could* have been hurt. Hailie could've been hurt. He could've taken Whitney…
"God- I'm so sorry, Marsh. Why are you *here*?"
"I felt bad- about leaving the way I did and not calling. But I didn't wanna say that over the phone- so I canceled my meetings for today and caught a flight this afternoon."
"I'm *so* glad you did."
"Me too," I confess. My protector. He hasn't done *that* since like… I was eighteen.
"I'm DOOONE!" Hailie sings as she comes down the stairs.
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah. I'll be fine. Maybe you should- take Hai. Whitney'll be hungry soon and we need dinner and-"
"Can we make pancakes?" Hailie asks. "I want pancakes!"
"Sure- pancakes for dinner." She *loves* when we do stuff like that. One morning, I made hamburgers for breakfast and she laughed so hard, it wasn't even funny.
"Do you wanna swim?" He asks.
"Nah," she shrugs. "Maybe tomorrow."
"Hai- you wanna get Whitney some diced peaches?"
I open the fridge to get the milk out and- fuck. It's heavy and pulls on my stomach a bit. Shit. "Sidown," he says, touching the small of my back softly. "I'll do it." He kisses my neck and… I can't believe it. He… believes me! He didn't freak out because he was jealous- he freaked because he was *mad*. Because someone *touched* me- hurt me…
I watch him making pancakes as I feed Whitney. Diced peaches and turkey sticks. She just gobbles them up and Hailie colors she waits for her food.
"When can we have another baby?" She suddenly asks.
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"Hailie," Kim says. "Babies aren't that *easy* to get. Mommy has to get pregnant and-"
"How do you get pregnant?"
Oh now *there's* a conversation I don't wanna have with my seven year old.
"It's more than just getting pregnant, Hailie. Me and Daddy just- we don't think we're ready for another baby just yet."
"Oh-" she moans in disappointment. "But I want an older sister!"
"Hai- if I had another baby, she wouldn't be older, Sweetie," Kim explains. Although… she *does* have an older sister. But we can't tell her about that. Fuck- Rain hasn't even *called*, so we can't count on her wanting to meet *us*, let alone *Hailie*.
"But that doesn't mean we won't have another baby, Hai Hai," I add. "Because Mommy and I- we're just… waiting for a good time."
"Promise?" She asks.
"Yeah, Sweetie," Kim says, rubbing Hai's cheek. "Promise."
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.