Demolition Addiction

Chapter 1:


"I'm telling you man...this place is da same shit." Marshall said, staring through the car window of his hummer jeep. "Yeah..." his friend Obie Trice agreed and pulled over next to a building. "So where's your little brother?" Em asked after a few minutes. "I don't know what's taking him so long...lemme call him." Obie said and flipped his cell open. "Ey yo Roy, where you at man? Get your ass to the gate we're waiting here too damn long." Obie snapped, Em looked at him, wondering what his little brother is saying to him. Suddenly Obie's expression softened a little and then he let out a smirk. "Yeah...me and my man, that's right, Eminem, yeah...I brought this motherfucka to your school! Now come out already, school day is over." Obie demanded and hung up.

Em diverted his sight to the window again, seeing bunches of students stepping out of the gate, most of them black. A bunch of black students were gathering next to the gate, he saw them rapping. "Man I didn't know they still doin' it old-school-style in fucking Osborne high school." He said, not removing his look away from them. Obie stared at them as well. A knock on the driver's window made them jump in their seats, Lil' Roy, Obie's younger brother, was standing there with another white boy and girl. Obie opened the window and yelled at his brother.

"You scared the shit outta me, man what the fuck is wrong with ya?" Obie screamed. "Roy told us he's here, but we didn't believe him." The white guy spoke as he looked beyond Obie, straight at Em, on Roy's face was spreading a smile of satisfaction as his friend spoke - the girl was silent. Em smiled weakly at the white boy, he was wearing a blue sweater and a black scarf that was wrapped around his throat. The girl just stared at Eminem silently, he wondered if she was like that because she is an excited fan or just awkward.

Her chocolate brown hair locks were bursting underneath a blue casquette. She had pale smooth skin, her lips were pale pink, every time she breathed out steams were bursting between them, from the cold. Her dark eyes were blocked, she blinked but nothing had changed, she was still staring at Em, and he was staring back, and her expression hasn't changed. "This is Corey and Allison." Roy gestured to his left towards the white boy and then to the right towards the white girl. Em's big blue eyes removed from her to the white guy, he smiled and nodded weakly, both Corey and Allison shook their heads back as 'Hey'.

"So you guys need a ride or what?" Em finally became more aware of the situation. Roy was already at the back seat, "No, thank you." Allison answered quickly and politely, tapping on Corey's shoulder. "Corey will walk me home." she said, her voice was gentle but decisive. Corey just looked at her and shrugged. "Alright." Corey said quietly, they waved at Roy and started to walk away. The jeep passed them and Em was still checking her out as they moved away.

"Hey what's with those two...they got a thing going on...?" Em asked hesitatively and turned to look at Roy. "Who? Corey and Alli? Nah man...they are like brother and sista..." Roy said and leaned back in his seat. Em thought that that's exactly how things are usually happen...first just friends...but then...always more then that. "That's how it always starts." Obie said and turned the wheel, going on the highway. Em seemed thoughtful, Obie took a glance at him and said: "Yo what do you care, man? Didn't think you were into high school chicks..." Em smirked, Obie raised his eyebrows, "Shut up", was all that Em could say. Roy just furrowed, having some hard time to catch up.

Obie put on one of his 2pac CD's and they started to sing along.

"Hey Obie, can I bring some friends tonight?" Roy asked nicely as they got out of the car and marched towards the entrance to a beautiful villa on the good side of Detroit.

"No, Roy! You maybe forgot about what happened last time you did that, but me and momma sure didn't." Obie protested. "You can bring your friends to my place." Em interrupted, catching up from behind, and passing them through the doorway. "You just wanna see dat chick again!" Obie provoked him with his familiar 'Gotchya' smile.

"And you just think you fucking know everything." Em said bitterly and walked into the living room. Obie and Roy followed, "Let the poor kid have some fucking fun, he can bring his friends to mah fucking place." Em gestured towards Roy that was now smiling, satisfied.

"Hey what you smiling about?" Obie said and grabbed Roy's nape, shaking him slightly. "Man, this day sucks." Em muttered and laid back. "What's up man?" Obie furrowed. "Fucking tour's about to happen, and I got some shit lined up...you know...photoshoots, interviews and all that...promotion for the fucking album, which I fucking have to do. I ain't got time for my family." Em said and grabbed a pillow, hugging it.

"But maybe you'll find sometime really soon..." Obie tried to comfort him. "I don't think so...I gotta sell this shit man...sometimes I just miss being Marshall Mathers, even though I had no shit back then." Em confessed, a nostalgic expression on his face. "I'm outty..." Roy muttered and disappeared down the hall. Obie looked at his brother and then diverted his look back on Eminem. "But this girl ain't looked at you as Eminem, dog." He said.

"How do you know?" Em's icy eyes lightened suddenly. "I knew it! You're crushed man, that's so fucking weird, damn..." Obie mocked. "Man, shut the fuck up! Stop talking about her." Eminem snapped. Obie became serious at once when he saw that his friend was really serious. "No man seriously now, I can recognize a groupie when I see one. She's definitely not." Obie informed.

"What are you sayin'? She won't have sex with me?" Em examined Obie's face suspiciously. "You want her to have sex with you? Oh shit man..." Obie called out once again, excited. "Shut up" Em said, smacking his shoulder, he didn't know what he was more pissed about, the fact that Obie wouldn't stop going on about Alli, or the fact that he was actually right, and he was interested in her.

Obie kept talking but Em wasn't listening anymore. He drifted away with his thoughts, thinking about his life, about this shit ass routine ever since he and Kim decided to separate for good. No vacation ever since, only work, writing, recording, promoting, he thought that backing up from the music business for a while would fix everything, but he was wrong. He was frustrated because his life wouldn't go the way he wanted them to, he felt as if everything was going out of control.

"Whatever, man." He muttered and got up, Em started to go further and further, to get some rest in one of the bed rooms, Obie assumed.

Eminem rolled in bed as he heard loud hip hop song plays at the background. "Damn." He murmured and lighted up the room. He was still in Obie's Villa, Em checked on the clock, it was 11 PM. He opened the door of the guestroom and walked straight into the bathroom that was, luckily, in the next door.

He took a glance into the corridor and already got that the party that Obie wasn't allowing his brother was happening. Em washed his face and brushed his teeth, then he took a quick shower and snuck quickly into his room with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. He closed the door to his room and turned around, just as he was about to go to his closet he saw a person infront of him. "What are you doing here?" she asked, defensive.

"I guess I'm the one who's supposed to ask that question, Alli." Eminem pressed his tune on the last word, her name. "Its mah room, you know..." his clarifying tune annoyed her. "Yeah? Well sorry...I got a headache and there are no other empty rooms...all taken by horny couples." She said quietly, embarrassed by the fact that he's standing half naked infront of her and trying to keep an eye contact.

"And you wanna join the statistics?" Em provoked, walking towards her, getting closer. She drew back and furrowed, "No! I was looking for a quiet place, to be alone." She explained again, seriously. "Relax, I was just kiddin'." Em smirked and opened his closet. "Would you mind?" he asked after a second, turning on her, hinting that she would turn her head around so he could get dressed. "You don't have to leave, I'll be quiet, just don't peek." Eminem said nicely and his arms reached to remove his towel, she turned around quickly, becoming a little anxious.

"You can turn now." He said after a short moment, touching her shoulder slightly. She turned and flinched, avoiding the touch. He was still shirtless, looking into her eyes while unfolding the white shirt he picked. She tried not to look but took an unwanted glimpse at his beautiful abs. "So where's you friend?" he asked quietly and sat on the couch, putting his shirt on. "Who? Corey?" she made sure. "Yeah." He nodded.

"He's in one of the bedrooms, sucking some random slut's face." She answered shortly.

"Jealous?" Em teased.

"No. that's sleazy." She replayed defensively.

"Well, I hope for him he gets to do more than just sucking the girl's face." Eminem said, twitching the side of his mouth. Alli furrowed in disguise. "What?" he asked and his big blue eyes lightened with a smirked.

"Nothing. It's just cheap." Alli replayed and looked away, sounding a bit snobbish. Eminem snorted. Alli gave him a serious look and finally said, "My first time would be meaningful."

Eminem's big blue eyes widened even more. He remained silent for a second and then said, "You never kissed someone before?", Alli shook her head to the left and to the right and then blushed. "Are you for real?" Eminem asked again, even more serious.

"Shut up." she gave him a hostile look and then looked away, trying to ignore his presence and the annoying expression of amusement and shock that was all over his face. At the left corner of the room she saw a laptop and a chair next to the writing desk.

"Hey, who's this computer of?" she asked, walking towards it. "Roy's." Eminem replayed shortly. "Good. I need to replay to a friend's email. He wouldn't mind, wouldn't he?" Alli spoke her mind, taking a glance at Eminem that just lied back comfortably on the couch and turned on the TV. "I don't think so." Em murmured and sank into the TV screen, pretending not to pay attention to whatever she was saying or doing. But the moment she turned her back on him and started to type on the keyboard he looked at her.

He examined her small figure. She had the body of a women but the attitude of adolescence. She was skinny but had a nice ass, average breasts and curly dark hair that fell over half of her back. Em couldn't focus on the TV, his gaze removed constantly from the screen to her figure, soundlessly of course, so she wouldn't notice. He didn't understand how the hell a girl comes to the point when she's almost 18 and haven't kissed a boy yet, and she was gorgeous. After 10 minutes of silence he finally spoke up.

"Hey yo..." he said, trying to get her attention. "Mhhm?" she murmured and turned a moment later. "Do you want me to kiss you?" he asked and leaned forward, looking into her big dark eyes. "No." she replayed quickly and turned back to the computer, praying that she managed to turn before her cheeks were on fire.

"Why not?" he replayed, he was interested and even more intrigued now. "Because you're a stranger." She answered simply, not even bothering to turn around.

"Exactly, it would be much easier." He said, and she heard him coming closer, his voice getting stronger. She turned to the left and raised her look to see him looking down at her. "No, thanks." She answered back and smiled a forced little smile.

"You know...there are a lot of girls that would die to be in your shoes right now." Eminem reflected. "I don't care. Will you just let me check my mail quietly? I'll be out of your room as soon as I'm done." She said a bit irritated. "Nah you don't have to leave. I don't want you to think that you're a pain in the ass or something..." he murmured and sat back on the couch.

"I'm not the pain, you are the pain!" she said defensively. "Hey, I didn't come into your room while you were naked! Trying to peek like a perv!" he said annoyed, even though he knew it wasn't true. "That's not true! I didn't even know you were here, I just needed to get away from this crappy ass party!" she said, raising her voice in frustration and closing down the laptop screen.

Eminem stood up quickly and turn off the TV, "Aight, lets go." He declared. "What?" she looked at him confused. "You said you wanted to get out of here, we're going." Alli stared at him for a moment, shocked. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She sat back in the chair and said decisively: "I'm not going anywhere with you, I don't know you."

Eminem got up demonstratively and locked the door. "What? What are you doing? Open the door!" she roared and started to knock on the door hard. "Stop it!" he said, grabbing her wrists and leading her farther into the room. "Let go of me!" she yelled.

"Nobody's gonna hear you." he said, letting go of her. "The music is too loud, everybody's busy either dancing or fucking." He said with a smirk. "Go out with me, or were gonna stay here all night." He informed her.

"Somebody's gonna look out for me sooner or later." She murmured and sat on the couch, crossing her arms on her chest. "Then I hope for you that it'd be sooner." He said and laughed at her sour face.

She was wearing a cute brown top and a white crepe skirt that came down to her knees. "Give me the key." She reached out her hand and gave him a serious look. His playful blue eyes met her dark ones and he shook his head to both sides playfully. "Are you enjoying this? This isn't funny!" she roared at him while he sat next to her calmly and grabbed the remote control. On the screen was playing a sex scene of two characters.

They were lying on the bed, only a white sheet covering their hips, the man was lying between the woman's legs and thrusting into her again and again, the volume was low but you could still hear their clear moans.

"Well, this is embarrassing." Alli mumbled, flushing.

"I can't believe you won't let me out!" she finally protested after a long moment of silence, trying to take his look off of the activities that were on the TV screen.

"I said I'd let you out." He repeated, putting the remote control aside. "If you agree to go out with me." He added with a cunning smile.

"So much for an alternative." Alli irritated and crossed her arms on her chest angrily once more.

"Just chill." He said, lying back on the sofa and staring at the TV. "Urgh!" Alli groaned angrily and went back to her chair, away from the TV. Suddenly loud knocks were heard on the door. Both of them ran to the door. "I'm right here! Help me out! Your Psycho friend locked us in here!" Alli yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Shut the fuck up!" Eminem yelled too. "It's true! He won't let me out, I think he wants to rape me!" Alli teased. Eminem just stared at her, shocked. His blue eyes were staring at her in disbelief. "Now, that's a lie." He murmured.

"What are you guys doing there? Alli with Marshall? Em, are you fucking her?" Roy asked playfully and loudly from the other side. "Fuck you, Roy." Em snapped and put the key to Alli's palm aggressively. She flinched and stared at him as he walked away reluctantly.

She opened the door and Roy told her that he'd be in the kitchen. She turned to look at Marshall that was lying on the sofa apathetically. "I'm going home..." she said quietly, hoping he'd hear her despite the loud music that came from the hall. "Do you need a ride?" he asked calmly, his blue eyes examining her. "No." she answered immediately, still staring at him.

"Then what the fuck are you still staring at? Go!!!" he yelled and jerked forward suddenly. Alli flinched, she was alarmed by his tune, and offended as well. She lowered her look and then walked out of the door, her lips were trembling and she was hysteric, the look on his face when he yelled at her, that look couldn't leave her mind. He roared and she thought he was going to kill her if she didn't leave the room that moment.

She didn't speak to anyone about what happened. Roy agreed to drive her back home and she crawled into her bed and thought to herself that this was one of the weirdest nights ever.



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Alright so...here goes the first chapter of my Eminem fanfic. I hope you like this so far.

Please let me know if you want to read the rest, reviews would be great! Thank you.

Alice.