Aisha's P.O.V.
2012
I hear a strange noise right outside of my door and go to check it out.
I turn the doorknob slowly and peak my head outside and into the dark hallway, looking for one of my daddy's security guards, but I don't see any of them.
What I do see is this brown haired tattooed man with piercing blue eyes start to casually stroll down the hallway.
There's another choking sound being heard somewhere behind him, like somebody is being subdued.
My heart pounds loudly in my chest and I can't move.
It's the middle of the night, my father is out on a meeting somewhere, trying to revive his career after being falsely accused of all kinds of horrible things, putting a hit out on me, his own daughter for one thing, by this man called Marshall Mathers that goes by the stage name Eminem.
The same man that is now only a couple of feet away from me, advancing towards me.
I gasp and try to run back into the safety of my room and close and lock the door.
But he moves faster than me, wedging his foot in the door and he forces his way in.
"Aisha, listen to me," he speaks urgently.
Something about the way he says my name feel familiar to me. HE feels so familiar to me...
Which makes sense, I guess. My father did tell me that me and this Eminem guy have history.
I back away from him and my heart continues to pound loudly.
My head tells me that I should be terrified of him.
My daddy told me that Eminem is a bad man. A violent man. He told me that in the past Eminem had tricked me into a relationship with him. All to have a one up on my daddy since they have apparently had this strange feud going on between them for years. He said that Eminem then proceeded to treat me horribly and abuse me.
I don't remember any of this though due to the head trauma I had recently suffered.
But my daddy did fill in the gaps for me, telling me all about my past with this dude and why I should stay away from him.
So, I do know that I should be scared.
Only I'm not.
I mean, I kind of am, just because this crazy ass white boy has apparently broken into my father's house in the middle of the freaking night, and that in itself is pretty damn scary.
But like... Laying eyes on him now, he doesn't look all that terrifying to me, kind of intimidating maybe, but he doesn't look like a monster my father has described him to me to be.
Looks can be deceiving though, of course, or so they say.
"Who..." I start to say then catch myself, because technically, I do know who he is, I've seen pictures of him and myself in old magazines. So, I'm guessing asking him who he is is kind of dumb. "What are you doing here?! Why are you here?!" I then blurt out.
I watch an expression pass in his pale blue eyes that almost seems like hurt. And I immediately feel bad for hurting him.
Then even worse for being so stupid. Like, why would I feel bad about upsetting this guy?! He's made my life a living hell in the past, according to my father anyway.
"You better leave before I call the cops!!" I threaten, trying to sound as hard as I possibly can.
He takes a step towards me then and I back away.
He sighs and slowly lifts up both of his hands, his large palms facing me, showing me that he means me no harm.
"Baby, don't you remember me?" He asks quietly. "Don't you remember anything?"
I look at him in confusion as I blink a few times.
Just then, the door to my bedroom is pushed open and this other man barges in. He's a bit on a chubby side, with kind eyes.
"Slim, we gotta go right now, cause more of Suge's guards are coming, and the guys can't keep holding them up!" He announces.
He feels sort of familiar to me also, but not nearly in the same way as Eminem does.
"Give me a minute, Denaun, goddamit!!" Eminem exclaims.
His voice raises then, causing me to flinch.
Then, instinctively, I open my mouth to scream, catching on to the fact that this Denaun guy just said that more of my daddy's guards are nearby. I need to alert them that I'm here, being cornered by these two.
Before I can make a sound out though, Eminem rushes me and he places his hand over my mouth, at the same time as his other arm wraps around my waist.
My brain tells me that I should struggle against him but I don't. I just stand there.
"Listen Aisha," he starts speaking into my ear then in a harsh whisper. "One thing you need to realize is that I ain't come here to do no harm to ya. Despite of what your bitch ass daddy has been telling you, I would never ever hurt you, do you understand?"
He pulls away from me then and his eyes meet mine, and it's such a strange feeling, like I'm in a trance or something. I slowly nod my head, not taking my eyes off of his.
"Slim!!" Denaun exclaims behind us.
"One fucking minute!!" Eminem snaps at him. Turning back towards me. "Imma move my hand, aight? Just don't scream."
I nod my head again and he removes his hand, freeing my mouth. I don't make a sound, I just continue to stand there and stare at him. I am no longer understanding what's going on, I feel so confused...
"Look Aisha," Eminem sighs, dragging his hands down his face in frustration. "I ain't gonna try and drag you out of here against your will because I realize that right now you don't remember me or anything really. I thought your father was lying about that before, but apparently he wasn't. So, I ain't gonna try and force you to leave with me. I know you will come back to me yourself when you DO remember. So that's what I need you to promise me you would do baby. I need you to try and remember, aight?"
His eyes are pleading with me and they look so intense that I remind myself once again that he is supposed to be like this crazy insane violent man that I need to stay the hell away from. My father said that Eminem almost killed him at some point. He is not a good person at all.
But why do I feel so...
"Okay," I whisper, never looking away from him.
Just then, Denaun runs up on us and he physically drags Eminem away from me and out of the door.
But not before Em shoves something into the palm of my hand, my fingers wrapping around the small object instinctively.
Once he and his friend are gone, I open my palm and look at it, and I see something that looks like an engagement ring.
MY engagement ring.
As well as one of those pendant necklaces with pictures inside.
Where I see photos of both myself and this Eminem man, and also this very small girl...
Who is she??
I feel tears spill out of my eyes then, and I don't even know why I'm crying.
Seconds later, it all starts rushing back to me, memories confusing and jumbling, but I do recall some things.
Like how we had first met, falling in love with him, and also...
The events that had led up to this moment, the crazy event that made me forget my own husband...
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So I am putting this book up again after having unpublished it almost a year ago.
I'm going to be publishing it chapter by chapter whenever I feel like it, and I will most likely keep most things the same in it how is used to be before, but I might change things and even major plot points also if I do feel like it, so if it's not your first time reading this (which I doubt anyways, cause who would want to read this book twice?!) Then don't be confused by the changes if they do happen.
Anyways, let's go....
Oh, and this was the alternative cover for this book btw, do you guys this it's better than what i currently have as the cover right now?