The Shady Side | By : PrincessYente Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 3956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not know Eminem, or any other famous person in this story. This is a work of fiction and I make no money writing this. |
Chapter 1.
It was far past midnight when a black Corvette stopped on the side of a deserted forest road. A young woman, no older then twenty-five, stepped out. Angrily shaking her half long, brown hair out of her eyes, she turned on her flashlight and walked to the back of the car.
"Fuck." Sara hissed in disgust as she shined her flashlight on the flat tire. She gave it a kick for good measure, just to let it know she was really pissed. "Just great. As if I didn't have enough shit to worry about."
She opened the trunk and searched around. Apparently there was no point in trying to change the tire, even if she knew how, she didn't have the tools, or a spare tire. She closed the trunk and after making sure the car was locked, Sara started walking alongside the road.
A little ways back she had seen a road sign for a rehab center, she would walk to it and call for help from there. She shivered as an ice cold gust of wind blew straight through her jacket. It was late march and temperature had dropped to below freezing. 'What a great day to forget to charge my cellphone.' She thought miserably.
Sara certainly hadn't thought her night would turn out like this, when she had gone to the gym earlier that day...
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She had just finished her after work out shower when she received a text message on her phone. It was from Tom, her fiance. A frown appeared on her face, he was working late again. It was the third time this week and this was supposed their movie night.
She knew that working for one of Detroit's top law firms meant a heavy work load, but this was getting ridiculous. Sara sighed, she would bring him some take out and see if maybe she could help, at least that way they could spend some time together.
She arrived at the office to find Tom playing hide the banana with his secretary. "What the fuck is going on here?" Immediately the scrambling for clothes started, followed by lame and cliche excuses. Strangely none coming from Tom.
"I can explain." The top-heavy blonde started. "It's not what it looks like. It was an accident." Sara raised an eyebrow at that one.
"Of course it was." She said sarcastically. "You tripped, fell and landed on his dick. Don't you just hate it when that happens." She shook her head. "Tell me, are you a natural blonde? Or did you bleach your brains as well as your hair?"
"Well... I... I was just saying..."
"Give it a rest Linda." Tom interrupted her. He had just pulled on his pants and was in the process of buttoning it. Sara looked at her fiance suspiciously. For someone who had just been caught cheating, he was acting really calm. To calm. "Look Sara, there really is no reason for you to get so upset." Sara blinked. Her anger intensified and a headache was coming up strong.
"Excuse me?! You're screwing some slut behind my back and there's no reason for me to be upset? Are you insane!" Tom shrugged nonchalantly.
"She doesn't mean anything to me. It was just for fun. No big deal." Sara could do nothing but gape at the man in front of her. 'What the hell...' She thought dumbfounded. 'What happened to man I promised myself to? He's like a completely different person.'
"Who are you?" She said aloud. "What happened to the kind and caring man I was supposed to marry in three months?" Tom let out a sarcastic snort.
"You mean you actually believed that romantic nonsense I sprouted?"
"Wa... What do you mean?" He gently lifted her chin. Sara looked up at him, her eyes wet with tears. The pain in her head was blinding. It was all she could do just to stand up.
"Poor sweet, innocent and naive Sara. I don't love you. Hell, I don't even like you." Sara pulled away from him.
"Then why..."
"Marry you?" Tom interrupted her. "Simple... I want this law firm and father said he would not give it to me until I married and produced an heir. So I found you. Stringing you along was easy, you are desperate for a man."
"You bastard! You used me." Tom laughed cruelly.
"Come on Sara, It's not like you wouldn't get anything out of it. A child and a part of the Dillard family fortune. All that and all you have to do is marry me and give me an heir, after that the marriage will be in name only and you can do whatever you want. Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me."
"A pretty sweet deal?" Sara fumed. "I never wanted you for your money! And if you think that I will bring a child into such a loveless marriage, you're just fucking stupid!"
Tom's smile disappeared and was replaced with cold hard fury. "You can and you will! You have no choice. After all who else would want a such a useless little girl like you. Not even your parents wanted you..."
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Sara had no idea what happened after that. One moment she was arguing with Tom and the next she was driving in her car.
She'd tried to remember what happened, but all she could remember was pain and red. His last words had hurt her, deeply. More than his cheating ever could. Because they were true. Her parents didn't want her.
First her mother had deserted Sara and her father when she was only four years old. Apparently she had found a new boyfriend, one who did not want any children. Six months later, on a cold December morning, her father dropped her off at her grandmothers house. She never saw either of her parents again.
And though her grandmother gave her all the love and support she needed, Sara was never the same happy girl again. She became shy, extremely so. It took her very long to warm up to people and she never fully trusted anyone again.
Until Tom... 'And look what that got me.' She thought disdainfully as she continued along the road.
Finally after a long, cold walk, she reached a gated driveway leading up to a large old Colonial style manor. A sign next to the gate saying "Popsomp Hills Rehabilitation Center" in large vine covered letters. Sara shivered as her eyes followed the driveway to the building it led to. It looked more like an insane asylum then a rehab center. Wasn't a rehab center supposed to look inviting? So that people would want to quit their habit? This place gave her the creeps. It looked like one of those asylums where they do weird illegal experiments on patients.
She shuddered as she slowly crept up the winding drive. Each twist and turn held new frightful images of monsters, serial killers and savage beasts from her worst nightmares. She chuckled uneasily. 'Sara, you really watch to many horror movies. There is no mad scientist, no monsters and no man in a Jason mask coming to kill you with a chainsaw.' A sad smile appeared on her face as she thought about the man behind the Jason mask and chainsaw.
Eminem had pretty much disappeared into solitude almost two years ago. Making only a couple public appearances here and there. It was at that last appearance she remembered seeing, that Sara realized that her hero in tarnished armor was no more. He had looked... Broken. Like something inside him had died. She had stopped looking after that, wanting to keep the memory of the happy, goofy Eminem in her mind. 'Proof.' she thought sadly. 'If only you hadn't...' Sara shook her head vigorously. Now was not the time to dwell on lost heroes. There were other things to worry about. 'Like not freezing to death out here.'
As she looked up to the building a strange feeling swept over her. It was terrifying yet comforting. Something was going to happen here. Something, that would change her life forever...
Aged ivory pillars accented the front of the manor. The only light coming from the spotlights at the base of the pillars. Sara walked up the steps leading to the double doors and tried to push them open. They didn't budge. She looked around to see if she could locate a doorbell, finding none she knocked on the door and waited. Nothing. She tried again, a little louder this time. Still no reaction. "Shit." Sara cursed angrily. She had no choice but to go back to the car and try again in the morning. 'Lets just hope I won't freeze to death before then.'
Sara started back down the steps, when a sudden click made her stop and turn her head just in time to see the door open just a little. She gulped. The manor was still dark but Sara could clearly see that there was nobody behind the door. 'Must be automated.' She thought as she visibly tried to calm her nerves.
Now she had a choice to make. She could head back to the car and possibly freeze to death, or she could enter the creepy manor to see if she could get some help. 'Not much of a choice.' She turned back to the door, pushing it open further.
"Hello?" She called out, tentatively stepping inside. The lobby was beautiful. Big, outlined with marble pillars and marble floors. Strangely enough though, it was bare, there was no receiving desk and no furniture. 'It could use some cleaning as well.' Sara thought as she noticed a big dark puddle of...something to the side by the stairwell. She frowned walking towards the stairs, it looked like someone was sitting on the steps. "Excuse me?" She called out as she got closer. "My car..." She broke of, looking confused at the man sitting on the steps. It was a mannequin! A naked mannequin. His right arm hung over his leg, while his chin rested on his other as if he was deep in thought. She stared at the mannequin. "What kind of freaky place is this?"
She wondered if she had made a mistake in entering the mansion. There didn't seem to be anyone here. But then, who had opened the door?
A sudden noise coming from the hallway caught her attention. Was it just her, or was there light coming from one of the offices? 'Maybe there's someone who can help me after all.'
The mannequin forgotten, she cautiously entered the office. It seemed to be the security office. In the middle of the room stood an office table filled with surveillance equipment. There was a security guard sitting at the table. He was slumped over on the table, as if asleep. Sara sighed. 'If this is another mannequin, I'm going to be very angry.' The strange feeling she had walking up to the manor returned. With every step she took, the feeling increased. Her breathing got faster and her eyes widened. Blood was dripping of the table. Sara let out choked scream. The guard was dead, no doubt about that. His throat was cut so deep, he was nearly decapitated. She took a step back, bumping into something. Her entire body stiffened with fear. There wasn't supposed to be anything behind her! Someone breathed into her ear with a husky chuckle.
"Are you lost little one?"
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