Carly collapses face first to the bed crying; as Eminem intensely watches Tom from the bedroom doorway, walk out the front door.
Eminem then turns and slowly walks over to the bed and sits down at
Carly’s side, resting his thumping right hand on her lower back, as he debates
on what to say.
“Sssshhhh.” Eminem sincerely whispers, after a couple of minutes,
wondering if this whole mess is his fault.
“Everything is gonna be alright.” Eminem softly whispers as he
slowly moves his hand up and down her back trying to comfort her, as she
continues to cry.
“C’mere.” Eminem whispers, as he leans back against the headboard
and tries to pull her into his arms, but sharp pains shoot through his arm as
he tries to use his hand, and he lets out moans in pain.
Carly hears his moans and looks up at him in concern, as he tries
to smile as he again tries to pull her into his arms, as she returns the smile
and crawls into his arms and gently lays her head on his chest.
They lay on the bed in silence for several long minutes, before
Carly lifts up and looks into his eyes.
‘You okay?” Carly sincerely asks, as he smiles at her, as he gets
lost in her green eyes that are filled with hurt and pain, and are puffy and
bloodshot from crying.
“I should be asking you that.” Eminem says, as he tightens his arms
around her, as she lays her head back on his chest.
“I’ll be okay. I’m really sorry.” Carly quietly says, as he
automatically pushes her up a little.
“You have nothing to be sorry about! I’m the one that should be
apologizing. I may have ruined things between you and your boyfriend.” Eminem
states very firmly, as Carly whimpers a little, fighting back the tears, as she
rests her head back on his chest, as she takes a deep breath, as he tightens
his hold on her again.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” Carly says with a deep breath, as he gets
a confused look on his face.
“Well I guess you can call Tom my boyfriend, but I really don’t
think his wife would like it.” Carla quietly explains, as Eminem tries not to be
shocked over her confession, and stays silent.
“Tom and I grew up somewhat together. We met in junior high; we
both were in the same English class in ninth grade. He was having trouble with
a writing assignment, so I offered to help him. After that we became close
friends then boyfriend and girlfriend. We did everything together. Up until he
went away to college. On the other side of the country. We tried the long
distance thing; it just didn’t work. We lost touch with each other as he
finished medical school, as I finished local community college and went to work
as a legal secretary.” Carly explains, as Eminem intensely listens as he
occasionally runs his hand up and down her back.
“About a year ago me and some of my friends were out having fun at
a club, and I turned around and there he was after seven years. One wife and
two kids later . . . Even though my head knew he’d never leave his family. . .
. . . . .When Tom wants something he gets it, he can be very persuasive. One
thing lead too other and hear we are.” Carly explains, then lifts up and looks
into Eminem’s eyes and he smiles at her, as he tightens his hold on her.
“I can’t believe I just told you all that.” Carly states with a
smile, as he leans down and gently places a tender kiss on her lips then smiles
at her, as tingles of heat rushes through them both.
“I’m glad you did.” Eminem whispers, as she rests her head back on
his chest.
“This got to be the strangest night of my life.” Carly states, as
Eminem laughs as she quickly glances up at him.
“One day I’ll tell you about some of my strange nights. This is
very mild!” Eminem says with a laugh, as she thinks about what she’s heard
about the Wild Rapper Eminem and laughs also.
They lay again in silence for sometime, both almost falling asleep
when Eminem fills the urgent need to piss, and tries to get up without
disturbing Carly, but as he makes several moves she looks up at him half
asleep.
“Sorry. I have to piss.” Eminem whispers, as Carly sleepily smiles
and rolls over to her side.
Eminem walks into the bathroom and fumbles around with his belt,
his hands being to swollen to unbuckle the buckle.
“CARLY!” Eminem yells, felling the urgency of his bladder, as he
fumbles around with the buckle again.
“What’s Wrong?” Carly asks in concern, as she rushes into the room
and finds him pitifully struggling with the buckle.
“I can’t get the Motherfuckin’ belt off!” Eminem agitated states,
as Carly starts laughing, as he continues to struggle with the buckle.
“So? What would you like for me to do?” Carly jokily asks, between
her laughing
“Help ME! AND could we possibly Hurry!” Eminem states, as Carly
takes a few steps towards him, as her heart starts to race.
“They should just fall.” Eminem states, as he looks at Carly and
smiles, as he see that she nervous.
“Okay.” Carly says, as she fumbles around with his oversized
t-shirt to find the belt buckle.
“Can we hurry?” Eminem urgently states, as Carly looks up at him
and gives him a mean playful look.
“Well if you wore clothes that fit instead of ten times to large!
Hold This!” Carly playfully states, as
she pulls his t-shirt up past his belly button in a wad, and then unbuckles his
belt and pulls it from the loops, as he holds on to his t-shirt.
“You’re gonna have to unsnap them.” Eminem says with a wicket
smile, as his jeans just drop lower on his waist.
“Wiggle or something. They’ll come down!” Carly nervously states,
as she waves her hand around in expression.
“Carly! I’m going to piss my self!” Eminem whines, as he continues
to hold onto his t-shirt, as he looks at her pitifully.
“Alright!” Carly states, as she takes a deep breath and unsnaps and
unzipes them and they fall to his ankles, and she quickly turns her back to
him.
“Thank you!” Eminem sincerely says, as he struggles with his boxers.
“Your welcome.” Carly says, as she hears water-hitting water, and
then leaves the room.
Carly climbs back in bed under the blankets, and gets comfortable
laughing about the bathroom. Eminem comes into the room a few minutes later and
drops his jeans on the floor by the bed and crawls under the blankets with her,
and she lifts up and stares at him and he pitifully smiles at her.
“Don’t make me sleep on the sofa.” Eminem says in a pitiful tone,
as he looks over at her, and she smiles back.
“You forgot to turn off the light.” Carly states, as she looks up
at the ceiling light.
“My hands are hurt.” Eminem pathetically states, as he is getting
comfortable.
“Okay! If you don’t stay on your side! YOU will go out on the
sofa!” Carly warns, as she’s gets up and turns off the light, then crawls back
under the blankets, turning her back to him, as she cuddles her pillow.
“What happens if you come over on my side?” Eminem playfully asks,
as she laughs.
“Goodnight Marshall!” Carly says with a laugh.
“Nite.” Eminem says, and he smiles to himself, as he lies on his
back and hears her call him Marshall for the first time.
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