Carly looked around the empty hallway, before slowly pushing the men’s bathroom door open and slowly entering.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Eminem yelled out in surprise, as Carly entered
the room, but quickly turned her back to him, as he quickly finished his
business.
“Look Bitch! I don’t need any trouble!” Eminem aggregately states,
as he washes his hand, as Carly turns to face him, and desperately tries to
control herself, as the word bitch freely rolls from his lips.
“Look Prick, You’re already have trouble!” Carly firmly states, as
she gives him a shove, as he tries to walk past her.
“Look Bitch I don’t know what your fuckin problem is, but I don’t
need my fuckin dick sucked!” Eminem angrily hisses, as Carly takes a few steps
back, as she sees the angry building in his eyes, as he gets nervously close to
her.
“I just want you to hear me out!” Carly nervously states, as she
throws her hands up in front of him stopping him from coming any closer.
“Save it bitch!” Eminem states as he steps to the side to walk
around her.
“LOOK! Call me bitch one more time and I Will laugh when they put
your white ass under the fuckin’ prison.” Carly angrily states, as she recalls
the mans conversation, as she grabs hold of his arms, as he roughly tries to jerk
his arm out of her hold as their eyes connect.
“Wanna run this game, c’mon.” Eminem whispers, as he motions
towards the stalls, as his eyes slowly work down her slender small body, as he
thinks to himself that she is nice looking not the usual whore’s that’s blown
him in the men’s room in the past.
“You! . . . AGGOGANT! . . . SHIT! Just fuckin’ check your pockets!”
Carly struggles to scream out as her anger gets the best of her and she storms
out of the room, as a totally lost expression comes to his face.
“That Bitch has issues!” Eminem states to himself, as he starts to
pull open the door with his left hand, as he puts his right into the pocket of
his sweat jacket.
“What the fuck!” Eminem states, as he let’s go of the door handle
and looks down at the small plastic bag filled with a white powder that came
from his pocket.
“FUCK!” Eminem yells out in angry, as he paces around the bathroom
slamming his fist into the concrete wall several times before crashing his left
hand into a mirror above the sink.
“SHIT!” Eminem yells out in anger mixed with pain, as blood starts
flowing.
“DAMN IT! . . . SHIT . . .
FUCK!” Eminem yells out in pain, as he swiftly grabs a handful of paper towels
and wraps them around his hand, as blood starts gushing, and he starts pacing
around the floor.
Eminem gets a grip on his anger, as he grabs other handful of paper
towels with his now swollen right hand to wrap another layer on his bleeding
left hand, and slowly walks to the door.
Eminem winces in pain as he slowly pulls open the door and glances
out, and quickly notices Carly leaning against the wall.
“Get The Fuck In Here!” Eminem states as calmly as he can, as Carly
glances over at him.
“Me?” Carly sarcastically asks, as she looks around the empty
hallway then back at him, still totally pissed at him.
“Yes!” Eminem states in a forceful tone, as she slowly walks over.
“What the Hell?” Carly asks, as she walks past him back into the
bathroom and sees the broken mirror and blood covering the sink, and is caught
off guard when Eminem rushes her.
“Bitch! How the shit get in my pocket?” Eminem forceful asks, as he
pushes her against the wall and holds her there with his arm as he fights back
the continuing pain of his hands.
“Please . . .” Carly mercilessly pleads, as she struggles to breath
from the impact of hitting the wall.
“Tell ME!” Eminem yells out in anger, as he loosens his hold on her
a little, as he notices her struggling to breath.
“I . . . I . . . over . . . heard . . .” Carly struggles to
explain, as his evil blue eyes connect with the fear in her green eyes.
“I heard a man on a phone.’ Carly starts again in a meek voice, as
she fights to keep calm, as Eminem gets a confused look.
“WHAT Man?” Eminem impatiently yells, as she starts to struggle
against his arm.
“Let Go Of Me!” Carly demands, as she struggles to break from his
hold.
“EXPLAIN!” Eminem hisses, as he let’s go of her and she quickly
slaps his face and he automatically wraps his swollen hand around her neck but
quickly let’s go as sharp intense pain bolts through his hand and arm.
“FUCKN’ BITCH!” Eminem yells out as he doubles over from the
excruciating pain in his hands, as Carly debates weather to run or help the
stupid ass.
“You need to go a hospital.” Carly sincerely states as she carefully
places her hand on his lower back.
“NO!” Eminem yells, as he straightens back up and looks directly
into her eyes.
“Well . . . we need to get out of here.” Carly states, as he walks
over to the sink and tries to turn the water on.
“FUCK! Turn it on!” Eminem demands, as he tosses the bloodily paper
towel in the garbage and glances over at her.
“The only nice bone in your body you probably broke.” Carly
sarcastically states, as she carefully walks up to the sink and turns on the
cold water, and then takes several steps back to put some distances between
herself and Eminem.
Eminem slowly puts his bloodily hand under the running water and
automatically winces in pain, as Carly quickly takes a few more steps back.
“You need to hold it above your heart.” Carly quietly suggests
after several minutes of silence, never taking her eyes away from the sink,
totally hypnotized by the water running over his knuckles turning red, and
getting nauseas.
“What?” Eminem asks in a confused tone, as he glances back at her.
“To stop the bleeding, your hand needs to be higher than your
heart.” Carly explains as he looks at her like that’s the dumbest thing he’d
every heard.
“And apply pressure.” Carly quickly adds, as she pulls some paper
towels from the dispenser and walks over to him.
“Let me see.” Carly sincerely says, as she takes a few more steps
closer to him with caution.
“NO! You’re not touching me!” Eminem states in childish tone, as
Carly just smiles at him, as thoughts of how much of a thug, big fuckin’ badass,
the Great Mr. Eminem had just become the over grown baby.
Carly gathers up her nerve and gently takes hold of his wrist, and
holds it up for a closer look, and is surprised that even though it’s swelling,
and lots of little minor cuts, only one knuckle seems to really need stitches,
then she gently places the paper towels on and applies a little pressure.
“You’re going to need stitches!” Carly states, as she looks up at
him and smiles as she applies a little more pressure as she starts to lift
upward.
“BITCH! That Hurts!” Eminem cries out childishly, as Carly applies
more pressure and wickley smiles at him as the word bitch comes from his mouth,
and she notices that he’s wearing a white t-shirt.
“We need this.” Carly says suddenly, as she starts to lift up the
hem of his t-shirt, but stops instantly as their eyes connect in a panic, as
they both hear voices at the door laughing about to enter.
“Fuck!” Eminem mouths to Carly, as he frantically searchers around
the room, then nods his head towards the end stall as he is moving towards it.
Eminem rushes into to the very small stall with Carly very close
behind, and she latches the door and swiftly turns to face him. They both seem
to stop breathing as one-man comments about the broken mirror, as what seems to
them as two men pissing. Marshall nudges her and looks down at her feet and
tries to lift her up to the toilet seat but quickly wants to scream out in
pain, but holds it in, as she quickly stands on the toilet seat.
After a few seconds they both simultaneously hear a man moan, and
another husky voice breathlessly say “Not Here!” as both Eminem and Carly’s
eyes widen.
“C’mon JC . . . I need it . . . at least kiss . . . it’s been to
long.” One of the men sexually pleads, as Eminem fights everything in him not
to laugh, as he recognizes the voice, as Carly puts her hand over her mouth in
total shock, as she grabs hold of Eminem’s t-shirt with the other hand for
balance.
Eminem and Carly’s eyes connect, as they listen to heavy moaning
and a lot of what they assume is kissing and heavy breathing, as Eminem takes
several deeps breaths then grabs her and kisses her passionately.
Carly struggles against his chest, as his body weight forces her
against the wall, as his tongue is forcing itself into her mouth, but quickly
pulls away and kisses down her neck then up to her ear.
“Sorry . . .” Eminem softly whispers, as moans from out side the
stall get louder, and he irately pulls himself away from her and reaches for
the latch.
Carly quickly pulls herself together and grabs his arm and shakes
her head no, as the moaning gets louder.
Marshall quickly gives her a disgusting look, and then stumbles
around with the stall door latch, as the moaning gets even louder.
“OH God Justin your lips are so good! Make me cum baby!” One of the
man voices sexually moans out loud, as he grabs hold of the head of the man
sucking his dick, as Eminem is walking up to them.
“All I wanna do is leave with a Level Head Intact!” Eminem
seriously states, as both men freeze in their positions and Eminem grosses his
arms.
“SO! Get you Faggot ass up and Both Of You Faggot Mother Fuckers
Get The Fuck Out Of Here!” Eminem states, as Carly grabs hold of the back of
his jacket.
“Slim!” JC yells out in total shock, as he turns to the voice and
comes face to face with Eminem.
With out thinking Eminem swings with his left hand and connects
with JC’s jaw, and he falls hard to the tile floor, as blood explodes from
Eminem’s hand from his previous angry.
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