Stay | Eminem

Chapter 4

I felt Sun's rays slowly approaching my face. I deeply sighed and felt a slight headache. I rubbed my eyes and afraid of all the Sun hitting right in my face, I carefully opened them. When I did I gasped.

I was laying in the huge kingsized bed in the enormous suite. It had bright white walls and it was perfectly decorated with small details of beige and yellow. I looked at the chandelier above me. It was gorgeous. The white TV was placed right in front of me and I couldn't help but to admire to the every part of this heavenly equipped place.

I tried to get up when I felt something heavy on my lower stomach. I straightened up and saw a blonde head resting on myself. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. Then, the memories of the last night started to slowly hitting me. The last thing I remember was sitting in the club and watching guys playing some stupid game. And then? Fuck, I have no fucking idea what happened next.

I pulled the mattress down and saw that I was completely naked. Oh my God, this can't be happening.. I looked at asleep Eminem, laying on my stomach with his hand placed on my thigh. He had some sheets around his waist but the rest of his body was exposed. How did this happen? How the hell did I end up here? Fucking around with... Eminem? Oh God...

I had no idea what to do. Should I just ran away or wake him up? Maybe I should just call Amy and tell her... Amy? AMY?! Where the hell is Amy? I started to panic when I felt Eminem moving and slightly groaning. I couldn't help but to think how sexy his morning groans sounded. Snap out of it Sarah! He probably just fucked you like a fucking slut, get yourself together!

He turned around and rubbed his eyes before opening them. When he finally faced me, he just closed them again with no emotions. I felt so sick but I wanted to cry at the same time. This is not me. I'm not this type of the girl. I'm not a slut. I'm not a fucking bimbo and one night stand. I felt my eyes getting watery. I was so mad and disgusted at myself that I just wanted to disappear and never exist again.

I didn't realize I was sobbing until I felt Eminem moving above me.

"Stop movin' bitch. I'm sleepin'." He groaned and slid his fingers on my inner thigh. He was so heartless that I wanted to slap him. His fingers on my intimate parts made me feel disgusted. I tried to move his body aside with my leg causing him to groan in frustration.

"Can you please move? I need to go." I whispered uncomfortably and he finally properly opened his eyes and looked at me. He sighed and moved so he was laying beside me.

"How did we get here?" He asked. Was he really thinking that I would seriously end up in bed with him if I was aware of what was happening last night?!

"I don't know. Can I please go?" I asked as I felt his stare on my brest. I stupidly blushed and lifted up the mattress. Even though my chest were covered, he could clearly see my nipples outlining under the cover. I cleared my throat and he suddenly looked at my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, go." He said and I got up pulling the sheets along with myself leaving him completely naked and exposing his morning wood. "Oh shit, I'm sorry." I muttered and laid back, covering us both and blushing like crazy.

"It's okay. Just go, I'm not gonna look." He said and I nodded. He turned around and looked at the opposite side. Just when I was about to get up, I realized that I had no clue where the fuck am I supposed to find my clothes.

"Emi-, ugh, I mean Marshall, where's my clothers?" I asked.

"Why the fuck would I know that?!" He snapped at me and my heart stopped for a moment. I'd lie if I say I didn't feel a little scared.

I got up naked and searched the room for my clothes. Everything was threw all around the room. First, I saw my Chanel heels nearly destroyed. I picked them up and tried to clean them but considering I was naked in the suite with Eminem, I quickly gave up. I found my bra on the floor, then the panties at the bed next to Marshall and then finally, the dress in the living room. It was completely destroyed. It looked like we've been treading on it and it had cuts everywhere. I threw it on the ground and squeezed my eyes shut to stop myself from crying. Not because of the dress though, but because of what I put myself trough. I walked to the Marshall's wardrobe and grabbed his t-shirt. It was white and huge enough to fit me like a dress. I headed to the bathroom, dressed up and then looked at myself in the mirror. My hear was a complete mess and my makeup was spread all over my face. I wiped it with a water and sat at the corner letting it all to come out. I pulled my legs to my chest and cupped my face. I started sobbing and crying so hard and loud that I was only waiting for Marshall to come out and snap at me for bothering him while he tried to get some sleep. I buried my head in my knees and squeezed my arms with my hands under my shoulders. Just then I saw someone opening the door. My eyes dropped in embarrassment as I saw Marshall only in boxers casually walking in. I bit my lip and looked at the ground.