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Ok I know I have not updated in a long time! And I really have no excuse for it except for the fact that I have been freekishly busy and have been computer-less for 2 weeks b/c i needed a new hard drive. However i do bring another story.
Although i must warn that this one is kinda dark in the beginning. And There is a rape scene near the end of this first chapter. IMO i am 100% against rape and feel that there is nothing to justify it. It was not written to actaully to turn someone on. I feel that it is pure hate and but sadly hate is definetly a big part of life. However if you do not want to read that part of the story or just not at all then u have every right to and i will no be offended. My story is not necessarily about rapiest but actaully about someone coping with being raped. If you want to read my story just not the rape part then dont read the last parargraph of this chapter or feel free to just ask me to send u a summary of what happened so you wont be confused in later chapters- that way u wont have to read it. Also i wanted to know what you guys like best out of all my fics. w/e story line you like better i'll focus more time on that... thanks bunches!
DISCLAMER: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 17! PURE FICTIONAL!
YOU WERE HERE
Chapter one
When I Found You
Marshall’s POV
“But why!?”
“Oh c’mon don’t make this harder than it has to be. You know perfectly well why.”
“Nuh uh!”
“Ya huh!”
“Nuh uh!”
“Ya- Hailie Jade Mathers I am not going to do this with you.” I sigh. “You know perfectly well why I have to go. We go over this every time I make a new album.”
“Whatever….” My little girl rolls her eyes.
I hate this part of my job. Everything else I can do but this. I hate leaving my little girl just to go on a damn tour. Did it ever occur to these 15 year old groupies I’m a 32 year old man with a messed up knee? Apparently not. Because by popular demand I am forced once again to do another shitty tour. “Damn these good looks of mine,” I mutter under my breath.
“Did you say something daddy?”
“Huh?” I shake my head quickly. “Nothing sweetheart.” I bend down to her eye level and play with one of her blonde curls. “Listen baby you know if I could avoid this tour I would. But I can’t. However I promise that this is my last one. So after this I can spend the rest of my life annoying you.” I smirk, tinkling her tummy a bit.
She giggles a little- which is good. I hate it when my baby is sad. “Your not ALWAYS annoying daddy, just sometimes….”
I roll my eyes. “Oh thanks Hai Hai. I love you to. Now c’mon gimmie my hug and kiss good bye because the sooner I leave the sooner I can come back.” She wraps her little arms around me and gives me a kiss on my cheek. “Ok daddy… but you have to promise to call me every night.”
“Promise.” I say holding her tighter. God, I just never want to let go. I just keep reminding myself that this is my last tour and then I can be with my baby forever. No one else- just me and her. (I’m selfish like that) Finally I reluctantly pull back and whisper that I love her.
“Love you too! Remember to call me!”
“Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye!” I smirk as get into my car. “Be good for your aunt. Love ya baby!”
“Kay! Love you daddy!”
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John’s POV
“Argh!” I fling my pen across the room. I hate writers block! Or maybe I hate writing stupid little love songs about girls. Not that I particularly mind the love part. It’s the girl part that I hate. How can I write about something that I really have no feelings for? Maybe I should just write about a guy and then change all the he’s to she’s at the end. I slowly stand up to retrieve my pen. Before I can sit back down again my phone rings through the air.
I grab it before sitting down again. “Hello?”
“Hey John. It’s me.”
“Oh hey Eric. What’s going on?”
“Not much man. Watch ya doing tonight?”
“Hmmm just working on some of my songs. I got to get some songs done for my album.” I twirl my pen around my fingers.
“Well why don’t you and me go out tonight. Go to that new club. I heard it’s pretty hot.”
I sigh leaning my head back on my couch. “I don’t know. I have to get these songs done before my deadline and I only-”
“Oh c’mon John! You have plenty of time to get your songs done. One night is not going to kill you. Who knows? You might even meet someone.”
I know I shouldn’t go. I have a lot of work to do, but I break sounds really good right about now so- “Alright. That sounds fun. Give me a few hours and I’ll meet you at your place.”
“Great! I’ll see ya then!”
“Alright. See ya.” I stand back up and start stripping for my shower. Guess my music is going to have to wait.
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Marshall’s POV
“But I don’t wanna go!” I say flopping down on my bed.
“C’mon man! It will be fun! I heard this club is awesome.”
“Then you go Proof. I’m tired. All I want to do right now is to take a long hot shower, call Hai, and then get some sleep.”
“No offence man,” he says as he sits next to me. “But you are getting old.”
I slowly open my eyes and glare at him, “And you’re getting annoying.” I snap. He just laughs and says, “Whatever dawg. Just take your shower and call Hai. But then let’s go out. It’s the first night that we’re on tour. Lets celebrate!” He grabs my arm and starts pushing me into the bathroom. “NO! I told you Proof I just want to stay in tonight.” I grab the wall before he can push me into the bathroom. “Fine!” He snaps. “Do whatever you want man.” He lets go of me and starts heading out of my room. “I don’t care anymore. I’m tired over trying to get you to lighten up every tour. I know you hate them but get over it man. They’re part of your job. And you get paid a pretty damn good salary too.” And with that he stomps out my room.
Well damn… that was different.
I get what he is saying but I mean- damn. That sort of came out of nowhere. Oh well at least he is finally leaving me alone. I slowly make my way to the shower and hop in. The warm water feels nice. I still can’t believe he dropped it so easily though. Usually we spend a good hour before he convinces me to come or I convince him to stay in and just hang out and talk. Its not that I mine going to clubs, but it’s hard for me to go anywhere without having to please a bunch of people and after a while that gets exhausting. Plus I am not much of a club person anyway. I rather just hang out with my buddies at home and be myself. Proof on the other hand finds it mind boggling that someone would pass up a club just to stay at home. Course he also finds it weird if you have never been arrested before. But still- I can’t believe I won so easily.
I get out of the shower and put on some pants and a plain white t-shirt, and flop back on the bed. I grab my cell and start calling home when I hear a faint knock on the door. “Argh!” I throw my phone down and march to the door. “I told you Proof I don’t wanna go out tonight!” I fling the door open and am about to yell again but stop mid-sentence. “Pro-”
“Shut the fuck up Marsh.” Fifty growls while he pushes me back into the room. “Proof told me you was being an ass. Your coming out tonight whether you like it or not.”
“No I’m no-”
Before I finish he throws me a better shirt and a doo-rag and a hat. “I said shut up. You’re coming out. No questions asked.” He then shoves me into the bathroom and slams the door. “NOW GET YOUR WHITE ASS IN THERE AND CHANGE!”
I sit in there in shock for a minute before slowly putting my clothes on. At least its nice shirt. So I’m guessing Proof didn’t give up. Even though I might be Fifty’s boss ain’t nobody gonna argue with that fucker. I think Dre might even be a little afraid of him. Damn you Proof.
“HURRY UP!” I hear him scream. I’m out in 2 seconds flat.
“Fucker.” I mutter grabbing my cell.
“What the hell do you think your doing?” He states as he watches me dial my house.
I glare at him. “Well since your forcing me to go out I am calling my daughter to let her know that I am still alive even though the 9 o’clock news might say that I have been kidnapped.”
“Call her in the car.” he says pulling me out of the room. I frown up at him as he drags me out into the hallway. “Aw c’mon man its gonna be fun!” He puts his arm around my shoulder and smiles. “You know were just doing this cuz you’re our boy.”
I see Proof smirking at me at the elevator. “Wow I thought you wanted to stay in tonight Marsh. Whatever changed your mind?” He nudges my shoulders.
“Fuckers..” I mutter as the elevator open.
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John’s POV
Well I have to admit this is fun. The whole atmosphere is just exciting. Although I don’t prefer this kind of music it’s nice to have a change once in a while.
Eric comes up and sits down beside me. “Isn’t this place great?”
“Ya man… Its pretty cool. I already got two numbers.” Another great thing about this place is that surprisingly there are a lot of gay guys in here. Maybe I’ll even get some inspiration for my music.
“You lucky bastard.” He nudges me. “Well I’m off to the bathroom. I’ll see ya later.”
“Kay.” I smile scanning the club for some more eye candy. Hmm straight, straight, maybe a bit bi… straight, definitely gay but not my type. I stop mid scan when I notice a certain blonde rapper laughing with his friends. No way! What the hell is Eminem doing here!?
Eric comes back and a grab him by his collar and whisper, “Look whose here man!” He stares at where I am pointing and almost falls over. “Holy fuck! Is that EMINEM?!?”
I slowly nod. “I think so… Wow this becoming a really weird night.”
“I’ll say. Hey! You guys are both in the music biz. Go talk to him!” He pushes me to stand up.
“So!?” I ask sitting back down. “Doesn’t mean were friends. He probably doesn’t even know who I am. He is kinda cute in a weird way isn’t he though?”
“Ya he is.” Eric sighs. “I just don’t understand why you wont go say hi to the guy. I mean you both went to the Grammies.” I turn to look at him. “Ya but I didn’t even say hi to the man. He is on a totally different level than me.”
“So!? C’mon I dare you!”
I shake my head, “No.”
“C’mon! Live a little. The guy can’t kill you. Hell he looks even scrawnier in person.”
“Its not him I’m worried about, it’s his massive friends.” I gesture to the big black men that surround him. “Plus I really don’t want to end up in one of his songs.”
“For what? Saying hi? Its not that big of a deal.”
“I don’t know… maybe later on tonight.” I stand up. “I have to go to the bathroom. Be right back”
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Marshall’s POV
This place sucks. The music sucks. The people suck. The drinks suck. Yep this place sucks.
“C’mon Marsh! Ain’t ya having a little fun?” Proof says giving me a little smile. I think he is feeling a little guilty for dragging me out because ever since I got here people have been throwing demo tapes or begging for signatures or just asking for something. Plus my head has been hurting like a bitch and I think I he can tell.
But I know he meant well so- “Ya man.” I force a smile as a dumb blonde bitch starts massaging my neck. I take a small sip of my beer and stand up. “ I just got to pee real quick. Be right back.” I shrug the dumb blonde off and make my way to the bathroom.
I finally reach it and walk over to the sink to throw some water on my face. I just really want to go back to the hotel room. Most nights that Proof forces me to go out I have little bit of fun but tonight just sucks. I pull my Advil out of my pocket and down two of them real quick. Hopefully at least my head will start feeling better in a minute. I hear someone coming out of the stall so I quickly make my way out of there. The last thing I need is to have another person ask for an autograph or so dumb shit. I come back to my table and start sipping my beer again. God I just want to go home.
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John’s POV
I make my way back my chair and sit down. “He still there?” I ask Eric.
“Yep!” He smirks. “He left for a minute but he’s back. He looks kinda sad. Maybe you should go cheer him up…”
“Ha ha!” I snort, but I look back over at him. Eric’s right he does look a little sad. Of course it might be do to the hundreds of people who are all over him right now. I kinda feel bad for the guy. I mean I love making music but I could never imagine making it for anyone else but myself. It’s like his life isn’t his anymore. “Aw well man. What can we do?” I stand up. “Wanna dance for a bit?”
“Sounds good to me.” He smiles as we head to the dance floor.
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20 minutes later- Marshall’s POV
This place is GREAT! The music is GREAT! The people are GREAT! The drinks are GREAT!
I turn to Proof with a goofy smile on my face. “I love this place!!” I smile as I take another gulp of my beer. “So I’ve heard…” Proof says slowly scanning me. “Marsh are you ok?”
“Me!?” I smile as a stand up practically falling on top of him. “I’m good! How are you?”
“Uhhh… I’m alright.” he glances at Fifty who gives him a shrug and a strange look. “Good! Because that would be sad if you weren’t…” My head is buzzing a bit and its hard to walk or hell talk for that matter but- Hey! That ok! Because this place is great! I straighten myself up a bit (well as much as possible anyway) and grab Proof by the arm. “Hey! Hey!” I start poking him on the arm. “How ‘bout we all go dancing! Wanna dance?” I smile looking at everyone who is staring at me. What did I say something stupid?
“Umm Marsh you hate to dance.” Fifty says while trying to steady me. “I do?” I ask.
Everyone nods. “Ok! Well then I’ll be right back.” I say as I walk through the sea of people. I have no idea what I am doing but it’s gonna be fun!
Before I leave I hear Proof mutter to Fifty, “What the hell is wrong with him?”
“I don’t know man. But ya better go follow him.”
Proofs coming! That’s always fun!
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John’s POV
I just started getting really into a song. I’m not really much of a dancer but it’s always fun to do it once in a while. I start moving my body to the beat (or a well as I can anyway) and start grinding with anyone or anything. Hey! I’m allowed to live a little!
I start to turn around when someone bumps right into me and we both crash to floor. “Shit!” We both yelp.
“Ow!” I hear the smaller man say as he slowly stands up. “That hurt.” I stand up myself brushing the dirt off my clothes. “I’ll say. Sorry about that.” I finish brushing the dirt off my clothes and look down at the other man and- HOLY SHIT! Its-
“Marshall! Where you goin man?” I see one of his buddies running up from behind him. Eminem smiles at his friend, “Nothing Proof. What are you doing?” For some reason he looks a lot different then I thought he would in person. His eyes- they look almost drugged up. Huh- I read somewhere that he didn’t that shit anymore. His friend apparently, Proof just shakes his head, “Nothing man. C’mon how about we get ya home.”
Obviously trying to change the subject he grabs Proofs arm and says, “Hey Proof have you met my friend. I just banged into him. It was funny. We both fell on the floor REALLY hard! What’s your name?” he asks me.
I give him a strange look. “Umm John.” I see Proof mouth the word sorry so I give him a reassuring look. Wow this guy is really messed up. “Kay!” He smiles. “I am gonna go now.” He starts to make his way through the people but Proof stops him. “Hey man. How about we go home its sort of late.”
Marshall looks at him for minute as if he is considering it but then quickly shakes his head. “Naw. I am gonna have fun! Hey?!” He looks back over at me. “Do you want to have some fun with me and Proof!”
“Umm” Ok I have no idea what to say right now. Thank God Proof jumps in before I actually have to say something. “Uh I think he has to go Marsh. Just like we have to.”
“BUT I DON’T WANT TO GO HOME!” He barks.
“Marshall, we’ll come back tomorrow okay?” He says grabbing his arm.
“Let gooooo!” He wines.
All of a sudden someone calls Proofs name. We all look over to where Fifty Cent is calling him over. “Just a sec man!” He turns back to where Marshall was standing. “C’mon Mars- Marshall?” Shit. Apparently Marshall got bored.
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Marshall’s POV
There boring. And no fun. So I am going to find some fun. I walk around the club searching for something that might spark my interest. Everything just gets dizzier and dizzier though by the second. I guess I am starting to come back to my senses because I start to realize that I have been acting a little less than normal. God I just feel so out of it- I never felt like this before.
It’s like my whole world is spinning. And my legs feel really whosy. Maybe I should sit down for a second. I try to find a place to sit down but everything is spinning around and I can barely stand up. Ok now I am kinda scared. I grab the wall for support and anxiously look for Proof, or Fifty, or somebody!”
I am just about to pass out I’m sure of it when someone with huge hand grabs me under my arms and helps me stand up. “I gotcha.” He says with a deep, hoarse voice. “C’mon, I’ll take you somewhere safe.”
I don’t like his voice or the feel of his hands but I can’t get him off of me. I’m to tired. Instead I meekly try to move his hands and tell him to stop. He grips me harder and tells me that it’ll be ok. But for some reason I just don’t trust him. Everything is so hazy as he practically carries me away from the club. God… What the fuck is happening?!
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John’s POV
“Where the fuck did he go!?” Proof screams searching the club frantically.
Proof told Fifty and the rest of there crew and everyone is searching for him. I couldn’t just leave them to look for him by themselves. Especially because of what Eric told me. While I was helping Proof look for him I bumped into him and explained the whole thing to him. It turns out that Eric had that happen to one of his friends. At first his friend was all goofy but then later on he started getting really dizzy and shit, and could barely move. They later found out that someone drugged his drink or something and when they got to the part where they couldn’t move they would take him and- God- lets just say we have to find him NOW! And since Proof heard this he is practically running around the club with tears forming in his eyes.
“We have to find him! MARSHALL!?” He screeches. “Fuck man this is all my fault. I’m the one who dragged him here in the first place. I’m soo stupid. I should have watched his drink more closely! Of course some perverted fuck would want to do this to him. He’s fucken Eminem!” He babbles in one sentence.
“Proof you have to calm down. This is not your fault we will find him!” He looks over to me with hope in his eyes. “I promise.” I say softly.
God I hope so……..
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Marshall’s POV
Ok if I was scared before now I am terrified. I have no idea where I am. All I know is that I can barely move and this huge man is pressing me down into this bed. Holy shit- this is not fucking happening. I start to tremble under his touch as he slowly starts to stroke my face. “Sshhh.” He says. “It’s ok. It’s not going to hurt.” I try to move his hand off of me but it doesn’t work. What does he mean it’s not gonna hurt. What’s not gonna hurt? He makes his way down my body and starts taking off my damn clothes. Oh God. He’s gonna… Oh God someone help me… please.
By then he has taken off my shoes and pants. But my boxers are still on thank God. He grabs some scissors on a nearby desks, and I flinch as he starts cutting of my shirt. I know I am crying right now- I - I mean this just cannot be happening. “Ssshhhh. Marshall it’s ok. I’m going to make you feel good.” He brushes the tears away from my face. I hear myself whimper as he starts kissing my neck. “S-s-top.” I whisper because my voice wont allow me to go any louder. He ignores me and starts to kiss my stomach and licking and just God- why is he doing this to me? I don’t want him touching me. “You’re so beautiful Marshall.” He whispers. “God your even more beautiful in person. Everything I can imagine and more….” He traces my tattoos and smiles down at me. I close my eyes so I can’t look him in the eyes. God- I feel starting to tug on my boxers slowly so I try to hold my legs together so he can’t get them off, but my legs muscles barely allow me to squeeze them and he gets them off with ease. I squeeze my eyes even tighter when I feel him stick his (I think) his finger in me. Oh my God. Why is he doing this. I start crying harder this time, I just can’t help it. I feel him stroke my face again. “I’m sorry but I have to do this fast because the drug is going to ware off soon.” He continues, putting another finger in me and this time I scream., “Stop!” I really can’t help it. It just feels so unreal. He looks at me in shock. “Shit I guess it’s wearing off faster.” He whispers. I notice that my leg is moving a bit and so does he. “Ok we’re going to have to make this fast. I didn’t want to hurt you but-” He quickly turns me over and in one motion SLAMS into me! “FUCK!!!!!!!!!” I scream- no not scream screech. “Stop! STOP IT! PLEASE!” I cry. I’m balling now but I don’t care. I try to buck him off of me, but that just makes him go harder. I practically crawl up the sheets trying to get away from him but he just pulls me back punishing me with cock. I try again but this time he jerks my head toward him and slaps me across the face. “Be a good boy.” He snarls and slaps me again. I know my mouth is bleeding because I can taste the blood. He scratches my back and bites down on my neck causing me to howl out in pain. “Shut up Marshall!” He says. “It’ll be over soon.” Oh my God…. I just bite my lip and smother my face in the pillow- because there is nothing else I can do.
TBC…..