Who Knew (Eminem Story)

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Chapter 2 (v.1)

Submitted: May 01, 2010

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Submitted: May 01, 2010



~~~May 19th 2009~~~~~~Natalie’s POV~~~
“That was pretty cool!” Sean exclaimed as we left Motor City Soundboard, it was so damn hot in that place, too many damn people, but that mini concert was awesome!
“Are you kidding?! That was fuckin amazing!” I yelled loudly, it was dark and loud outside, people were chatting about the concert. I stared at a group of girls who were pouting about being in the back. I turned my attention back to Sean. “I’m glad hes back on his feet,” I said with a smile as we walked towards his car. Sean nodded. I put the t-shirt that I got from Eminem over my other shirt; I was tired of holding it. It smelt like Em.
“Do you like that shirt more than me now?” Sean questioned as we go into his car. I shook my head. “No, you know I love you,” I said kissing him, he kissed back. After a short while we pulled away and he started his car driving off. Sean and I have been going out for about a year now. We do everything together, we never fight it’s like we just started our relationship.
“So you gonna actually go home tonight?” Sean asked after about a few minutes.
“I better, or I will get yelled at. I already got accused of being pregnant,” I told him. He nodded then laughed.
“They thought you were pregnant?” he questioned confused but with a smirk.
“We haven’t even had sex, so I don’t know how that’s possible,” I mumbled, he let out a sigh. “What?” I asked turning to him. He shook his head while looking down for a second.
“Nothin,” he muttered stopping at a read light.
“You’re thinking about something, just tell me,” I said trying to get him to tell me what he was thinking.
“You’d say no,” he whispered looking sad.
“What if I didn’t?” I asked. He didn’t say anything, I sighed. The light turned green and he went forward slowly. “If you’re not going to tell me what you want, I’m just going to guess,” I said already knowing what was on his mind, and I wanted to do it to, he just didn’t know that. Guys are stupid in that way and it can get very annoying. “Sex?” I asked. He seemed taken back by my word. He slowly nodded his head. “You don’t even know me,” I muttered.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Sean, I’m ready,” I said he stared at me.
“Are you saying you don’t want to go home tonight?” he said with a smile. I smiled at him, instead of turning down my street he turned down his…

~~~Rebecca’s POV~~~
“Goddamn it Natalie, if you don’t answer this phone the next time I call you, I’m coming over there!” I yelled into her answering machine.
“You’re really going to go over there?”  Jason asked as he walked into his room.
“No, I’m just trying to scare her. It’s almost midnight and she’s not home,” I said irritated. “Why aren’t you in bed?” I asked.
“I was in the bathroom,” he said scared like if he was in trouble.
“Oh, ok,” I smiled at him as he shut his door.
I stayed awake waiting for Nat to come home. It was almost 1am when she walked in. “You’re late,” I said as the door shut.
“I’m sorry, the concert ran a bit late,” she said keeping her head down like she was embarrassed.
“Yeah, whatever, go to bed. You’re still going to school tomorrow,” I said staring at her as she walked upstairs.
“I know,” she said being bitchy about it. The door slammed, made me flinch. Kids these days, I don’t know where she got her attitude from, certainly it wasn’t from me, I show respect, and it wasn’t from her father. Must be from her dads mother, she is…ohh I can’t even explain it. I was ready for bed. I had to get up and go over to Popsomp Hills Rehabilitation Center to talk to Dr. Balzac. He had moved the meeting up. I staggered up the stairs, I was so tired.

~~~May 20th 2009~~~
My alarm woke me up at 6:00am, I had to go to work and finish filling out papers then be at the center by 9am. The kids get up after I leave, if Nat doesn’t show up at school she’s going to be in a shitload of trouble. I got ready for work and was out of there by seven. “Good morning,” Jessie said as I walked into the place.
“Morning,” I said with a smile. I sat at my desk and stared at the stack of paper the lay there while yawing. I was not in the mood to do anything today. I just wanted to sleep; I started to doze off for a second. I jerked myself away forcing myself to wake up.
It was 8:30am, I had to get out of the office and get my ass over to the center. I quickly ran out of the office before any one could talk to me, I got in my car and drove over to the center; it was about a 20 minute drive from the office. I walked in a bit confused where to go. “Can I help you?” a woman at the front desk asked.
“Dr. Balzac’s office?” I asked.
“Room 117,” she said with a friendly smile.
“Which way is that?” I asked confused.
“Just down the hall to the left,” she said pointing. I smile and walked off. I was just about to knock on the door, but I saw him talking with another man, he looked familiar. I decided to knock anyway. They both stopped and stared at the door. Dr. Balzac waved me in, I opened the door slowly. As I shut the door I realized who the other man was, it was that stupid Eminem thing, he was staring at me, he looked me up and down.
“Do you have a problem?” I questioned irritated.
“Naw, do you?” Eminem asked with a smirk.
“Yeah, quit eyeballin me!” I demanded. He just smirked again and walked out the room.
“See ya later,” Eminem said before the door shut.
“Seems Mr. Mathers has takin a liking to you,” Dr. Balzac teased.
“I’m not interested,” I said irritated.
“Didn’t say you were,” Dr. Balzac said with a smile, I didn’t smile back. I wanted nothing to do with that Eminem thing.

~~~Marshall’s POV~~~
I walked out of Balzac’s office wondering who that woman was. She was very pretty, dark brown hair, perfect body, beautiful green eyes, in fact, they were intoxicating. I got a look at her wedding finger to, and no ring. I walked outside of the building and sat down on the stairs, maybe I could get to know her, even if she didn’t show any attraction back in the room. After about a half hour she walked out.

~~~Rebecca’s POV~~~
I walked out the front door and there he was sitting on the steps. I gave him a disgusted look. Then continued walking way towards my car. “Hey…no, no. Wait!” he called out running after me.
“What do you want?” I questioned irritated.
“I…uh…wanted to get to… to know… you,” he said speaking slowly; I could tell he was nervous.
“That’s nice,” I said walking away from him; he stopped me at my car.
“No…you…don’t understand,” he said quietly. I stared at him while holding onto my car door. “What’s your name?” he asked quickly.
“Rebecca, why?” I asked. He stared at me as if he was thinking.
“I want to get to know you,” he said.
“Well you can get to know me business wise,” I said reaching in my car in my glove compartment. I pulled out my business card and handed it to him with a fake smile. I got into my car and drove away.

~~~Marshall’s POV~~~
“I don’t want drugs,” I mumbled to myself staring at the card in my hand. Rebecca Williams was her name. I sighed loudly to myself as I walked towards my car. I wanted to get to know her but she didn’t like me at all. Although something told me not to give up. I pulled up into the parking lot of the studio. I slipped the card into my pocket as I entered the building.
“How’d the meeting go?” Dre asked as I walked into the other room.
“Fine,” I mumbled as I fiddled around with a pen.
“Umm…?” Dre asked.
“What?” I snapped. He shook his head…
“Nothin lets get to work,” Dre said pointing to the booth.
“I don’t fell like it,” I whined like a child, it surprised Dre, it even surprised myself.
“Ok…well,” Dre thought.
“Imma go get some lunch,” I said walking out of the studio before Dre could say anything.

~~~Rebecca’s POV~~~
I got back to my office. “What took you so long?” my sectary Morgan asked.
“Some guy tried to pick me up,” I said. She laughed slightly.
“Out of all the girls he could get, he picks me,” I said irritated as I sat down.
“Who is he?” she asked confused.
“Eminem,” I muttered almost to quiet for her to hear, but she heard me, her eyes lit up.
“Eminem asked you out? And you said no!?” she asked surprised.
“What is so great about him?” I questioned.
“Hes fuckin sexy as all hell!” she yelled loudly. I rolled my eyes and stared at her as if she was stupid. “You got to admit that he is hot,” she said.

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