Elton and
Eminem stand just inches apart, glaring into each other’s cold eyes, trying
desperately to get a hold on their emotions.
“I didn’t
plan . . . . . it just happened.” Elton sincerely says, as tears fall from his cheeks,
as Eminem takes a step back, and then takes another drink of Hennessy.
“Elton . .
. it’s just not Normal . . . “ Eminem states, as Elton agitatedly throws up his
hands.
“Like your
life is so Normal! Let’s go through your life. Shall WE!” Elton sarcastically
states with angry evident in his voice, as Eminem gets a confused expression as
he watches Elton walk across the floor, then quickly turn around and glare at
him.
“First you
had your childhood sweetheart! Wait I’m not finished!” Elton angrily states, as
Eminem takes a couple steps towards him with anger in his eyes.
“The love
of your life . . . I guess you thought the normal life was to marry her! Was
that before or after you found out she did more drugs than you and your D-12
friends put together? Maybe you think it’s normal to go out, and find your wife
kissing all over another man . . . . . . NO! I take that back. You didn’t think
that was normal, cause you hit the man and got your ass thrown in jail and
probation!” Elton states as calmly as he can, as he walks across the room and
stands behind a chair, that sets in the middle of the room, to put some
distance between himself and his Baby, as he wipes the tears from his cheeks.
Eminem
takes several large drinks and calmly sits down on the sofa, and looks up at
Elton, who’s watching him very carefully.
“Go On!”
Eminem sarcastically states, as he takes another drink, as Elton takes a deep
breath, and tries to force himself to go on.
“Normal! .
. . Maybe if you wouldn’t of punched him . . .
maybe they would have let you watch . . . . . . them make out . . . . .
or even let you join in. . . . NOW that would have been normal.” Elton
struggles to say, as Eminem flies up off the sofa, and Elton quickly moves, as
he throws up his hands in front of him, but his Baby keeps coming towards him.
“I admit .
. . Kim and I didn’t have a normal relationship.” Eminem angrily states, with a
slur evident in his voice, as he stops a few inches in front of Elton, who
takes a deep breath.
“Which one
was more normal? . . . . . . Fruitcake Mariah or Airhead Murphy . . . . . . NO!
. . . WAIT! My personal favorite! . . .
The seventeen hour sex fest, but didn’t know she was a porn star.” Elton
forces himself to say, but wanting his Baby to see that life isn’t normal.
“FUCK THIS
SHIT!” Eminem angrily yells, as he throws up his hands, as he takes a deep
breath, and stumbles towards the door.
“Sit Your
Ass Down! I’m not finished!” Elton firmly states, as Eminem continues towards
the door.
“Well I am.”
Eminem simply states, with a slur evident in his voice, as Elton takes a few
steps towards him.
“I Said I
Wasn’t Finished! . . . . . . . . Don’t
walk out that door.” Elton states in a threatening tone, as he tries to be
strong, as Eminem turns around and looks at him.
“Whose . .
. gonna . . . stop . . . me?” Eminem
struggles to ask, as Elton takes several more steps towards his Baby.
“I am!”
Elton quietly says, as Eminem sarcastically laughs, as he leans against the
wall, and takes another drink of Hennessy.
“You?”
Eminem sarcastically asks, as he takes the last drink of his Hennessy, as Elton
reaches out to take the empty bottle, and Eminem sits it down on the end stand
beside him, and slowly turns around and grabs the doorknob.
“Em! Please
don’t leave.” Elton desperately pleads, as he takes several more steps towards
his Baby, as he struggles to unlock the latch on the door.
“If you
leave . . . . . . . I will tell
Everyone what happened!” Elton desperately whispers, hating himself for being
cruel to his one true love, and begins to cry, as Eminem makes a dive for him,
and they both fall to the floor.
“Motherfucker!”
Eminem yells out, as he lands on Elton and quickly wraps his hands around his
neck, as Elton struggles to breath as he quickly grabs his Baby’s wrists and
pushes him off.
Both men
lay on their backs, about two feet apart, staring up at the ceiling, trying
desperately to get their thoughts together, and to regain a normal breathing
pattern, for several long minutes.
“I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean that . . . . . . . . . I didn’t mean for any of this to happen! I
wish I could take that night back! It was just something I wanted to try.”
Elton whispers, as his heart breaks from lying to the one that means the most
to him in the world, whose still staring up at the ceiling,
“Whatever.”
Eminem struggles to say as his voice cracks, as he fights back crying, as
thoughts of it would be no different than the rest of the people that said they
loved him, rushes through his mind.
Several
intense moments of silence goes by before Elton sits up, glancing over at his
Baby, who has tears in his eyes, but he quickly flings his arm over his eyes.
Elton
slowly moves closer to his Baby, and gently lays his left hand on his chest,
and he flinches from the touch, and Elton quickly takes his hand away.
“I’m
sorry.” Elton sincerely says, as his Baby lays motionless on the floor beside
him.
Eminem
struggles to sit up, and Elton reaches out to help, but he swats his hand away,
and Elton gently lets go, and his Baby falls back to the floor.
After a few
seconds Eminem rolls over on his stomach and struggles to get to all fours,
then crawls over to the sofa, and pulls himself up on it, as Elton closely
watches, as he stands up and walks over to his Baby.
Eminem then
pulls himself to a sit up position and looks up, and Elton heart breaks as he
looks into blood shot eyes.
“You . . .
. . said . . . . . . . before you . . .
. .” Eminem struggles to ask in a hoarse voice, as he flops back in the sofa,
as Elton knells down in front of him, so he can make out what his Baby is
trying to say.
“Before . .
. . . . . . you . . . . . . . left . .
. . said?” Eminem struggles to ask as his voice cracks, as tears begin to fall
from his cheeks, and Elton reaches out to hug him, and he flings his arm up to
stop him.
“I didn’t
mean anything I said tonight or the other night! Just forget any of this Sick
Shit Happened! I just wanted to see what it was like to go down on someone like
you. . .” Elton tries to lie but stops, as his Baby starts crying.
“Can . .
. I . . . . leave?” Eminem mumbles,
after several long minutes of silence, as he wipes his tears with the back of
his hand, and takes a deep breath, as he tries to pull himself up to a sit up position,
trying very hard not to look at Elton and to stay awake.
“Where’s
Paul or Proof?” Elton asks in a concern tone, not wanting his Baby to leave
alone, and knowing one of them are always close by.
Eminem
again tries to pull up, this time holding onto the arm of the sofa, as Elton
nervously watches closely, willing to help, but knowing his Baby wouldn’t take
his help.
“Upstairs.”
Eminem mumbles, as he stares at the floor.
“You’re
staying in the penthouse?” Elton asks, wondering if that’s what his Baby is
trying to say.
“Yeah.”
Eminem mumbles, as he lies back in the sofa and closes his eyes, as Elton takes
a short sigh of relief that his Baby doesn’t have to leave the building.
Several
more intense moments of silence goes by, as Elton watches his Baby struggle to
stay awake.
“Sweet . .
. . dreams . . . I . . . lov.” Eminem mumbles, before he
passes out, as Elton moves to his Baby’s chest, knowing he didn’t hear him
correctly.
“OH God! You
have to wake up! What did you say?” Elton urgently pleads, as he shakes his
Baby, who just moans, and Elton gently lays his limp body down to the sofa.
Elton
frantically tries to remember what his Baby, was trying to say a few minutes
ago, and a cold chill runs down his spine as he realizes, his Baby must of
heard him that night before he left, and he starts to cry uncontrollably, as he
lays his head on the sofa, beside his Baby.
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