“Well I think they need more calming.” Eminem seductively whispers, as she slightly pushes the glass away, as their eyes stay locked in each other’s.
“Have to Go!” Carly says with
urgency, as she quickly stands, struggling to get a grip on the heat that is
building through her body.
“Where?” Eminem asks in confusion,
as he quickly stands also, bringing them even closer to the point that she can
feel the breath of his question on her.
“UUH?” Carly stumbles around with,
as she puts some distance between them, as he gets a confused look as he
watches her walk across the floor and he sits back down.
“I really should call it a night.”
Carly says, as she nervously runs her fingers through her long brown hair, as
she leans against the counter.
“I need to use the phone first.”
Eminem says, as he gets up and walks over to her.
“Sure. If you promise my phone
won’t end up like yours.” Carly says, as she smiles and subconsciously grabs
the front of his t-shirt and gives a playful tug, as he leans in to kiss her,
but she nervously moves away before and grabs the cordless phone from it’s base
on the wall and holds it out to him.
“Do you promise?” Carly asks, as
he starts to grab the phone and she pulls it back.
“Promise.” Eminem says with a smile,
as he takes the phone from her.
“Would you like help?” Carly asks,
as she watches him try to push the small buttons on the phone, with his swollen
hand.
“555 – 3987” Eminem rattles off,
as he hands the phone back to her and she dials and waits for a ring and then
hands it back to him.
Eminem takes the phone and sits
back at the counter, as Carly goes over to the sofa and stretches out and flips
the television on.
Eminem calls back to his house and
talks to Proof who assures him that Hailie is safe and asleep and that the
house had been searched and nothing was found, but extra security had been
called in, and they plan what they’ll do about the problem. His Aunt Barbara
gets on other line and also reassures him that Hailie is safe and asleep and when
she wakes in the morning they would bring her to him. With Aunt Barbara’s help
Proof gets Eminem to agree that staying put would be the best thing, at least
for the night since no one knows where he’s at.
Eminem finishes his phone call and
looks over at Carly who’s falling asleep on the sofa, he grabs his sucker and
walks over and sits on the edge of the sofa beside her feet, and she opens her
eyes and smiles at him.
“Is everything okay?” Carly asks
in a sleepily voice, as she moves her feet and he sits back.
“Yeah! And you have a roommate for
the night.” Eminem states with a smile as he sucks on the sucker, and she
slightly laughs as she sitting up.
“Okay Then. Time to sleep.” Carly
says, as she gets up and walks over to the closest next to the front door, and
grabs a blanket and pillow and tosses it at him.
“I’m a guest and your going to
make me sleep on the couch.” Eminem states, as Carly just smiles as she shakes
her head yes, as she is turning off the kitchen lights and television.
“Good Night Bruce!” Carly
playfully says, as she is leaving the room.
Eminem sits on the sofa and sucks
on his sucker, as he thinks about the events of the night that’s lead up to
this point. A simple night out with the guys could have lead up to his fall.
Losing everything his career and the most important thing in his life his
little girl, but because of a very unique woman, he now sits on her on sofa
instead of prison, and then it hits him that he doesn’t even know her name.
“Heah! Heah!” Eminem yells out, as
he rushes through the door that Carly went through, but stops suddenly as his
eyes adjust to the total darkest.
“What’s wrong?” Carly asks in a
panic, as she sits up in the bed, as Eminem’s eyes adjust to the darkest, and
moves towards her voice.
“Let me guess you’re scared of the
dark.” Carly jokily says, as he’s crawling up on the bed.
“Nooo! I just realized that I
don’t know your name.” Eminem says, as she reaches over and clicks on the
nightlight, and smiles as she sees him on his knees with the sucker stick
hanging from his mouth looking pitiful.
“Carly. Now can we go to sleep?”
Carly says as she realizes he’s right, but gets worried, as he starts making
him self-comfortable.
“You know this is a lot more
comfortable than the sofa.” Eminem matter of factly states, as he getting
comfortable on the left side of the bed on top of the blankets, resting his
head on the pillow and his left hand on his chest as his right hand holds onto
the sucker still in his mouth.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you, that
you should never lay down with hard candy in your mouth?” Carly states, as he
quickly takes the sucker from his mouth and hands it to her.
“Now can we go to sleep?” Eminem
jokily states, as he smiles and closes his eyes, as Carly sits in the middle of
the bed and looks dumbfound around the room for somewhere to put the sucker.
“Alright Carly! You’re not going
to let him sleep here!” Carly’s conscious screams, as she continues to hold
onto the sucker and stares at him.
“You’re staring.” Eminem says,
without opening his eyes, as her eyes widen.
“Because you’re in my bed. You
can’t sleep here.” Carly states, as he laughs as he opens his eyes.
“Just fight the urge to climb up
on my . . .” Eminem starts to says, but instantly stops, as a very surprised
look comes to her face, and he realizes what he saying.
“I won’t touch you.” Eminem
quickly sincerely says, as he prays that she’ll forget the last comment.
Carly totally exhausted doesn’t
have the energy to fight about it, reaches over him to get rid of the sucker
and to turn off the light, trying desperately not to get to close.
“Good night.” Carly says, as she
looks down at him, and then turns off the light.
“Good night.” Eminem whispers, as
he quickly pulls her to his chest, as she slightly struggles to move away.
Eminem quickly forces her to her
back with his body weight and kisses her passionately, and she quickly responds
to his kiss.
They pull away from each other.
Lying on their backs side by side staring into the darkest and desperately
fighting for control of their emotions and to breath.
“Good Night.” Carly whispers, as
she turns her back to him, as she cuddles a pillow in her arms.
“Good Night.” Eminem whispers.
While they sleep Eminem
subconsciously cuddles up to her back, with his left arm over her hip.
“WELL ISN’T THIS FUCKIN’
WONDERFUL!” A mans voice angrily yells out, as the lights in the bedroom click
on.
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