“I think . . . you broke . . . my jaw!” JC whines, as he is spitting out blood, as Justin crawls over to him crying uncontrollably, as Eminem stands over them.
“Sue Me!” Eminem firmly states, as Carly grabs the back of his jacket, and notices his hand.
“Look Faggot Mother Fucker! This is a fuckin’ public restroom! So!
Take your fuckin’ sick, Motherfuckin’ disgusting faggot ass girlfriend
elsewhere!” Eminem firmly states, as Carly rushes over and grabs a hand full of
paper towels and rushes back over and grabs Eminem’s hand and applies pressure,
as he kicks Justin in the ribs.
“Shut the Fuck Up! . . .” Eminem yells out very annoyed with
Justin’s crying but stops, as Carly applies more pressure to his hand, and he
winces in pain, and he looks over at her.
“I think we should be the ones leaving.” Carly states, as her eyes
connect with his.
“I’m not finished!” Eminem firmly states, as Justin’s crying
becomes louder, and JC cuddles him in his arms trying to protect him from
Eminem.
“C’mon.” Carly pleads, as she pulls on his arm to leave, as she
glances down at the two on the floor and JC gives her a thank you look.
Carly pulls on Eminem’s arm again, as he kicks JC in the ribs,
before he lets her lead him from the restroom out into the hall.
Eminem leans against the wall and tries to get a grip on his anger
as Carly continues to try to get the bleeding to stop.
“Will Please Stop!” Eminem yells, as he jerks his hand away from
her, and looks down at it.
“Do you have a car?” Eminem asks, as he works out of his sweat
jacket and wraps it around his hand.
“Yeah.” Carly says.
“Let’s get out of here!” Eminem states, as he starts walking
towards a door marked office, and Carly follows.
“What’s up Jim? I’ll send a check for the mirror!” Eminem states,
as they walk into the office.
“Gotta Go!” Eminem states, as the man starts to speak, as they
quickly go out another door, which leads to a dark alley.
Carly quickly realizes that she’s in the back parking lot and leads
Eminem to the front parking lot and quickly unlocks the passenger door and
opens it, then rushes around to the driver side and gets in.
“Where to?” Carly asks, as she starts the car as Eminem leans back
in the seat.
“Just drive!” Eminem states, as he closes his eyes, as she pulls
off.
Carly drives around aimlessly for about twenty minutes, as Eminem
sits in the passenger side and mumbles to himself.
“We have to go back!” Carly screams out, as Eminem jumps from the
sudden out burst.
“Why?” Eminem asks, as he glances over at her.
“The man on the phone said that there was an insurance policy, he
must have planted something in the car also!” Carly says in one continuous
breath.
“NO! Keep driving!” Eminem says, as he struggles to pulls his
cel-phone out and struggles to hit speed dial.
Carly continues to drive, as Eminem explains the situation to
someone on the phone.
“They’re going to search my vehicle. Did the man every give a clue
to whom he was talking to.” Eminem states, as he glances over at Carly.
“Not really. Can I drop you somewhere?” Carly says with a yawn, as
she runs the man’s conversation through her head for about the millionths time,
which is pounding.
“NO! I need to know everything you heard!” Eminem states very firmly, as Carly takes a
deep breath and cusses her self for every getting mix up in this shit.
“Well Then! It’s one am in the morning and it’s been a long day for
me! I’m going home! You’re more than welcomed to sleep on the sofa and I’ll
answer any questions you have in the morning.” Carly firmly states, as Eminem
glances over at her and wickedly smiles.
“Don’t get any bright ideals! I have a tremendous headache! That
you’ve caused!” Carly says, as she glances back over at him.
“DAMN! A woman with spunk. But I’m not sleeping on no damn couch!”
Eminem says to himself, as he ignores her and looks out the passenger window.
“So do you have any ideal of who would want you in jail?” Carly
asks, as Eminem looks over at her.
“I have an ideal.” Eminem says with anger evident in his voice.
‘Home Sweet Home.” Carly says, as she parks and turns the car off,
as Eminem looks around the dark parking lot, and a large mid income apartment
building.
“FUCK!” Eminem yells out in pain, as he goes to open the car door
to get out with his swollen right hand, as he holds his left hand still wrapped
up in his jacket to his stomach.
“Would you like for me to help you.” Carly says, as she comes
around to his side of the car and opens the door.
“Thanks.” Eminem sincerely says, as he gets out of the car and they
walk across the parking lot.
“Well this is it! I’m sure it’s not as nice as the great Eminem is
use to.” Carly sarcastically states, as she opens the door and clicks on the
light switch that’s just inside the door.
Eminem walks in and looks around the loft style apartment that’s
very spacious.
“The bathroom is this way. We need to put something on your hand
and I need Tylenol.” Carly says, as she walks across the floor and throws her
keys on a large counter that separates the kitchen from the living room, and he
follows.
Carly rumbles through the cabinet under the sink, mumbling to
herself, as Eminem sits down on the edge of the tub and enjoys the view of her
ass.
“One of theses days am going to clean that out.” Carly jokily says,
as she stands back up and opens the first aide kit that she pulled out, as he
quickly looks around the room hoping she didn’t notice him staring.
“Hold your hand over the sink.” Carly instructs, as she looks over
at him, as she is opening a bottle of peroxide.
“That’s gonna hurt!” Eminem states with concern, as he continues to
sit on the edge of the tub, as she smiles.
“C’mere!” Carly states in a motherly tone, as he shakes his head
no.
“Thought you’re going to take some Tylenol.” Eminem states, hoping
to change the subject.
“Alright Big Baby! Hold your hand over the tub!” Carly states, as
she pulls the shower curtain back with one hand, as she holds onto the bottle
of peroxide with the other.
“If we don’t put something on it. IT WILL get infected and your
hand will FALL OFF! NOW hold it over the tub!” Carly aggravated states, as she
pulls on the jacket carefully.
“You don’t have children do you?” Eminem states, as he slowly pulls
his arm up and unwraps his hand, as Carly remembers what the man said on the
phone.
“What’s wrong?” Eminem quickly asks, as the expression on Carly’s
face changes.
“The man on the phone said . . .” Carly says, as she tries to
remember his extinct words.
“Said what!” Eminem quickly states, as his cel phone starts to
ring, and he struggles to retrieve it from his front jean pocket, and winces in
pain.
“FUCK! Could you help me HERE!” Eminem totally aggravated states,
as he holds out his hands, as the cel phone continues to ring, as Carly’s eyes
widen at his request.
“Yeah.” Carly says, as she takes a deep breath and moves closer to
him.
“Nothings going to bite you, just get the fuckin’ phone.” Eminem
sarcastically states, as Carly gives him a not so amused look, but slowly
reaches into his pocket and tries desperately not to rub up against anything,
and retrieves the phone and answers it.
“Hello?” Carly says into the phone, as Eminem moves closer to her
trying to hear the voice on the phone.
“Push the intercom button.” Eminem states as he struggles to hear,
and Carly pulls the phone away from her ear and looks down at the phone for the
button then pushes it.
“Hello! Hello! Hello!” Proof who’s on the other end yells in the
phone.
“JESUS MAN! I’m right here!” Eminem says out loud, trying to get
over Proof’s voice.
“Who’s the bitch?” Proof asks, as Eminem automatically looks over
at Carly.
“Uh . . . Uh . . . never mind. Wha’dya find?” Eminem says, as his
eyes stay connected with Carly’s.
“Slim . . . Someone set your ass up good. We found a pound of
coke.” Proof explains, as Carly watches Eminem’s expressions and can tell his
about to explode.
“People have been sent out to find that guy that bumped in to you.
So where are you? You shouldn’t be by yourself.” Proof says in concern, as
Eminem starts pacing around the bathroom like a caged animal.
“Hello Proof! This is the Bitch, he’s not by himself, am with him.”
Carly loudly states, hoping her comment will at least cause Eminem to stand
still, which it does as he gets a confused look on his face, as he stops
pacing.
“Go to the house and get Hailie and bring her to me . . .” Eminem
says, as Carly interrupts.
“It’s three in the morning! You don’t wanna drag a young child out
in the middle of the night, to a strange place.” Carly quickly states, as
Eminem gives her an annoyed look.
“And I need a change of clothes.” Eminem says, ignoring her
comments.
“WAIT! Where is she?” Carly quickly interrupts again.
“And bring my gun!” Eminem states, as he looks over at Carly with
an ornery grin.
“Tell him where we are.” Eminem firmly states, as Carly crosses her
arms and waits for her question to be answered.
“Why do you need to know?” Eminem asks in an annoyed tone.
“Because the man on the phone said to tell the brat that her daddy
is really crazy and you would never come back. So that makes me wonder if it’s
someone that’s with her now.” Carly explains, as she notices the expression on
Eminem face change to rage.
“Slim am pulling up to the house now. I’ll call you back when I get
inside.” Proof says, as Eminem starts to pace again, and Carly can tell by his
expressions that his in deep thought.
“NO! Stay on the line!” Eminem shouts out, but the phone goes dead
on the other end.
“Fuck!” Eminem yells, as he starts to slam his fist into the wall
and Carly steps in front of him.
“NO! You’ve done enough damage to your hands for one night.” Carly
states as calmly as she can, as he takes a deep breath.
“While we wait for him to call back, we can bandage your hand up
and get some ice for that one.” Carly says in a calming voice, as he continues
to breath heavy, but lets her take his hand and lead him over to the sink.
“Are you ready? It’s going to sting a Little.” Carly says, as she
looks down at his hand, that’s now stop bleeding, then glances up at him, as
she is about to pure the peroxide.
“DAMN IT! Just get it over with!” Eminem states in aggravation.
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