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Chapter 2
Rescue Me
John’s POV (30 minutes later)
God we’ve search this damn club high and low and no sign of him. It makes me sick to my stomach thinking about what could be happening to him and I don’t even know the guy. I can’t imagine what Proof and all of friends are going through right now…
I start making my way back to the rest of the search party along with Proof, who by the way, looks like he is about to break down any second. I give him a reassuring pat on his back before we reach the table, “We’re going to find him okay? Even if it takes the rest of our God damn lives.”
He shakes his head slowly sitting down by Fifty. “I know… it’s just by then its gonna be to late.” I really don’t know what to say here because he’s probably right. Its been practically 45 fucking minutes since we lost him. God knows what could have happened in that time. So I just sit down next to him and cover my face with my hands. God this is just fucked up. I hate feeling so helpless.
No one at the table speaks for a moment. It seems like everyone is just trying to gather all their thoughts and feelings together. Finally after what seems like an eternity a chunky black man speaks up. “Ya know… maybe we should get the police involved. I mean don’t that seem like the logical thing to do?”
A few people nod at his suggestion including myself. Why hasn’t anyone thought of this before? It just seems so obvious. I quickly stand, “I’ll go get somebody. Be back as soon as possible…” I start to leave but Fifty grabs my hand before I can even take a step. “Naw man not a good idea.”
“Huh? What do you mean not a good idea? We got to find him. Plus, if what we think what has happened to him has we have to get the cops involved anyway.” I go to leave only to be stopped once again.
“Look man, I really have no fucking idea who you are. Or really for that matter why your even involved in this whole damn situation and I really don’t give a fuck.” He turns to look at the rest of the group, leaving me to tend to my bruised arm. “Alls I know is that there ain’t no way cops can get involved. In case ya’ll forgot Em is a God damn celebrity. This shit would be on the news as soon as we mention it to ‘em. The last thing Em needs is to have the whole fucking world knowing that he was raped. It’s gonna be bad enough.” And with that he abruptly sits down giving everyone the death glare. Well… I have to admit the man does have a point…
“So what? That’s it!? We’re just gonna sit here and do shit!?” Proof stands up, knocking the chair down in the process. “Listen I don’t give a fuck about Eminem right now. The only thing a care about is Marshall. My best fucking friend in the whole fucking world! And right now he needs our help and getting the cops is the only thing we can do. I don’t give a flying shit about his career!! God he is probably somewhere scared and alone- or even fucking worse, scared and not alone! I don’t care if it makes him look like a bitch or embarrasses ‘em. All I care about is that he is safe and whatever fucker did this to him is locked up for the rest of his GOD DAMN LIFE!” God he is just shaking with anger right now- so I take a few steps towards him and place a hand on his shoulder, “Hey Proof he was-”
Before I can finish he shrugs my hand off his shoulder and glares at me. “Man seriously why the fuck are you still here? I don’t even know you’re fucking name.”
I’m taking aback a little by his comment but say, “I- I was just trying to help. I just know if something happened to my friends I would want all the help I can get… but if you want me to go then-”
“Naw man…” He stops me again. “Look I’m sorry aight? I- I mean this whole thing is just fucked up and I don’t know what to do. Course we appreciate your help.” He weakly smiles back at me. “I’m just frustrated because we have to do something.” I sit down with him nodding slowly.
After a few minutes of deafening silence Fifty slowly began to speak, “Listen Proof… We all love Slim, and we all want him safe, but if this leaks to the media do you know how much this will hurt not only his career, but his pride. His enemies would never let him live this one down and his fans would never look at him the same again. Pride means practically everything to the man- besides his little girl that is.”
“Ya Proof. It would kill him…” someone chimes in from the group.
Everyone looks at Proof waiting for any kind of response. Finally he glares at Fifty and without flinching says, “If we don’t find ‘em in the next fucking 30 minutes I’m getting’ the cops pride or no pride.” And with that he gets up and disappears into the sea of people.
“Well what the fuck are ya’ll standing ‘round here!?” Fifty barks. “Find ‘em NOW!”
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Marshall’s POV
He’s gone. And I’m alone. I don’t know if this is better or worse than when he was here. I know I don’t want him here… but I don’t want to be alone.
I’m curled up in the middle of the bed, squeezing my eyes shut. I want to leave- run away, find Proof and pretend that this never happened, but my body wont allow me to get up. I’m to tired, to scared. So I just sit here in my own blood and his cum and clutch my legs to my chest trembling. I can still feel his hot breath on my back. His nails ranking across my chest and his voice whispering… things, “I’m going to make you feel good.” It runs through my mind over and over again like a broken record. I squeeze my eyes harder- its never going to stop… ever. I start sobbing softly, waiting… I don’t know for what or for who but it’s the only thing I can do…
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John’s POV
I’m on my own now. I have no idea where Proof went and there was no way I was gonna follow Fifty around. ( I don’t think he likes me very much.) Plus by splitting up we can cover more ground. I didn’t think this club was very big but I guess since it is so crowded it looks smaller than it really is.
I’m near the back of the club now when I practically lost my footing on some stairs. Considering we have searched every other place I slowly make my up them. When I reach the top I notice there is just one long hallway with many doors on each of the walls. I start with the first door on my right opening each with caution and finding nothing. God there are so many doors. I finally reach the last door and open it slowly just like I have done to the others. Just like the rest of them its pitch black and I don’t see anything but a bed. Sighing I begin to shut the it but then I hear something…something very faint. Was that crying? Walking slowly to the bed I notice a figure laying in the middle curled in a fetal position. I take a few tentative steps towards the trembling figure and … oh God it’s…
“Marshall…” I whisper.
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Marshall’s POV
I jump when I hear someone whisper my name. The first thing that comes to my mind is that its him again so I grip my body harder and try not to move. Wasn’t he done yet?
“Marshall?” I hear again, even quieter than the first time.
I still don’t move but I hear him coming closer to the bed. With each step he takes my heart beats a little faster. Finally the steps silence and the only thing I can hear is my own labored breathing.
I know he is standing right behind me because I can practically feel his breath. “Marshall is that you? I’m not going to hurt you. Its John. We met earlier today…”
I still don’t move or say anything. Who the fuck is John? I never met a John my whole fucking life. But there is something about his voice that’s comforting. It almost makes me feel safe. So when he places his hand softly on my shoulder I refrain from flinching. “Sshhh it’s going to be ok… I’m going to get Proof and your friends. Your safe now.”
Proof? He knows Proof? I open my eyes barely and look into big brown kind ones. I don’t know if I can trust my voice just yet but I manage to whisper, “Where is Proof?”
He gives me a warm smile. “I’ll go get him. He’s downstairs looking for you.“ He starts to leave but I grab his arm before he can leave me alone. “Don’t go… I don’t- just don’t leave me.” God I must sound like such a baby but I can’t be by myself. What if he comes back?
He stops and looks a me for a minute. “I don’t want to leave you but I have to get some help…”
I know he is right. I need Proof right now. He fixes everything… but I can’t be alone. I start shaking uncontrollably and grab my nude body harder squeezing my eyes shut. I forgot that I was still naked and all of a sudden I really want some clothes…
He sighs and looks around the room for a minute. “Umm where are your clothes?”
I shake my head because I really have no idea if I even have any clothes left. God I just can’t stop shaking and he is going to have to leave me alone. I don’t think I can take that.
“Hey, hey…” I feel him barley touching my shoulder. “I’m not going to leave you… Here put this on.” I open my eyes and see him handing me his jacket. He gives me a reassuring smile. I like it when he smiles. “It’s even big on me so it’ll cover you up mostly.” I give him a little smirk and slowly put the jacket on. He’s right. It practically comes down to my knees. “Feel any better?”
“Ya…” I whisper and sit up holding my knees to my chest.
“Good. Now we just have to find a way to get your friends. Without having me to leave that is.” He sits down next to me. Even though I really don’t think he is going to hurt me I move a little away. I just can’t be to sure of anything right now.
“Umm…what about Proof’s cell?” I whisper. God I just need to leave this room. Now.
He smiles at me and grabs his phone. “ Do you have his number?” I rattle off the digits and patiently wait until he finishes telling Proof where we are.
‘They’re coming…” He closes the phone and sits back down.
I nod and patiently wait.
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John’s POV
God this is just so unreal. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get that image of him when I first found him out of my head. I just wanted to grab him and cradle but I know that what would have startled him. He looks so little too. My jacket practically engulfs his. Its like he is only a 12 year old boy. His face looks like it would belong to a child never mind a 30 something year old man. Its so pure and innocent.
I think he got a little scared when I sat next to him. But really I can’t blame. We sit there in silence for a few more minutes because I really don’t know what else to say. Finally I see Proof running through the door followed by Fifty and 2 other men. “Marsh? Oh my fucking God. Thank God we found you.!” I think Eminem was a little taken back by his friends’ loud entrance and starts to a shake again but forces a weak smile.
Proof helps him up while Fifty is on the phone making arrangements to get him out of there unnoticed. I just sit there quietly because there is nothing else for me to do.
“C’mon dawg. We’re taking ya home..” I watch Proof lead Marshall out of the room. He doesn’t say anything back but follows Proof’s orders. I think he is kind of in shock right now.
They leave followed by Fifty who gives me a quick thanks over his shoulder before doing so. Well that was interesting…
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2 Days later Marshall’s POV
“I’m not going!” I screech. There is no reason for me to go. Why wont everyone just leave me the fuck alone?!
“But Marsh- you have to…” Paul sighs. “We have to find out who did this to.”
I shake my head furiously. “No! No we don’t. Just leave me alone!” I don’t give a shit who did this to me. I just want to forget that it ever happened and all these fuckers wont let me.
“Fine Marshall. We wont try and find out who it is if you don’t want to but we have to get you to the doctors. We have to know if you’re ok.” He sits down on my couch and stares at me with pleadingly.
I just stare at him for a second and shake my head. I don’t know why they keep trying to convince me. Its been 4 fucking hours of this shit and they haven’t gotten me to budge. They might as well give up.
“Forget it. I’m going back to bed.” I say and start heading towards the stairs. “Ya’ll know the way out.”
Proof comes running up to me. ‘Aight Marsh… you don’t have to if you really don’t want to. But you at least have to leave the house. You haven’t left for the past 2 fucking days.”
“Maybe I don’t wanna.” I snap.
“Ya, we know Marsh. But you haven’t even eaten in two days man. How bout we go to Taco Bell’s drive thru. That way you don’t have to leave the car.”
I really don’t want to but they wont leave me alone unless I agree so- “Fine.” I sigh. “I’ll be right back. Gonna get a jacket.” I go back upstairs and search for a hoody. I really don’t want to go. I really don’t feel safe leaving the house but at the same time I have Fifty, Dre, Paul, and Proof with me. I can trust them. Especially Proof. Plus I ain’t no fucking bitch. I need to get over this.
I walk down the stairs but stop when I hear them talking and listen.
“What do you mean he don’t have to go! He needs to see the fucking doctor man. That freak could have given him something. Plus he ain’t never gonna feel safe if we don’t catch that fucker. And the only way to do that is to do a DNA test on ‘em.” Dre explains.
“Man I know he has to go.” Proof whispers. “We just gonna say that we’re takin him Taco Bell and then take him to the hospital. It’s the only way we’re getting him there.” I hear everyone mumble in agreement.
WHAT THE FUCK!? They lied to me! Proof lied to me! FUCK this!
“FUCK ALL OF YA’LL AND GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” I screech.
“Marsh-” Proof looks at me in surprise.
“Don’t even start bitch. I told you I didn’t want to go and you was gonna trick me into comin!? I thought we were boys!”
“We are..” He says quietly.
“No we’re not. You always force me into doing shit that I don’t want to do! Hey Proof- did it ever enter your mind that its your fucking fault that this happened in the first place! If you would have left me alone that night when I asked you to NONE of this would have happen!” I know it really isn’t his fault but… I can’t stop the words from coming out of my mouth. I’m just so angry.
And oh God his face… He looks like he is gonna cry. “Marsh… I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean for this-”
“Ya well it did!” Why the fuck am I saying this? I don’t believe it…. it’s Proof for God’s sake. I guess its just easier to blame someone. Just so I can have a reason for why this happened to me.
“Slim you don’t mean this shit Dawg.” Fifty says. “He was just trying to help. C’mon its Proof he’s always looking out for you.”
“Fuck you Fifty!” I snap. He only looks out for himself. I bet he even fucking set the whole thing up! Just so he can spread it over the fucking news so he can ruin my career. Everyone knows he is jealous of it anyway!” God- just shut up Marshall.
“I’m not jealous of you Marsh…” He says quietly. “ I would never do-”
“Stop apologizing to ‘em Proof. You ain’t been nothing but a good friend to him.” Fifty says and walks over to me. “Listen ya lil fucker. I know you’ve been through some shit but you have no right to say this kinda garbage.”
“Don’t you-” I start but he grabs my shoulder with his HUGE hands before I can finish. There so big just like- just like his.
“Don’t what Marshall?” He snarls. In reality I know Fifty wouldn’t hurt me but his hand there… so big. I try to push him as hard as I can but the fucker wont let go. “GET OFF OF ME.” I screech.
“NO! Not until you fucking admit that this isn’t Proof’s fault!” I’m so scared right now that even if I wanted to admit I wouldn’t be able to talk. I hear the other guys including Proof begging him to let me go. But he just squeezes tighter and whispers, “Just fucking admit it like a good boy and I’ll let ya go.”
Good Boy… I just lose it. I have to get away from him. “LET GO OF ME!” I screech and start to desperately hitting him over and over again. Even when I feel him let go I still continue to hit him. I can’t stop myself. I keep hitting until Dre literally had to throw me off of him. I look up and see Fifty with blood all over his face and everyone else just staring at me in shock.
“Marsh what the fuck man?” Paul is the first to speak.
I just stare at the floor and burst into tears. I can’t help it. I can’t help anything anymore. I don’t know how to control anything. “I’m sorry!” I sob. They all just continue to stare until Proof comes over and wraps his arms around me. “I’m soo sorry Proof! I didn’t mean it.” God how could I have said that. He has always been there for me. No matter what.
“It’s okay man. Its not your fault.” He whispers. I nod slowly but I know he is wrong. Everything is my fault…. everything….
tbc