line_sal (line_sal) wrote,

FIC: Mystery Girl (1/?) Eminem/OFC - NC17


Title: Mystery Girl (1/?)

By: Line

Rating: NC-17 for language, sexiness and violence

Pairing: Eminem/OFC

Disclaimer: I don’t own Eminem/Marshall Mathers/Slim Shady or any other recognizable people in this fic. I don’t even know them. This written purely for entertainment purposes and I make no money from this.

Original characters are owned by me, but they may be borrowed if you ask nicely and credit me. lol

Feedback: I’d love some. I’m a complete feedback whore, and I’m not too proud to beg! LOL

Archive: This story, as well as my other Eminem stories can be found here:

Love The Way You Lie

All non-Eminem fic can be found here:

The Portal


Now…enjoy, and please let me know what you think! :-)


Chapter 1

The rain was coming down hard as he drove down the dark road. He just wanted to get home. He's spent the entire day in the studio in Detroit, working on some new material. While it had been a productive day, he was definitely ready for the weekend.

He'd promised himself that he would stay home for the weekend. He felt like he hadn't seen his girls in ages, because he'd been working so hard, and although he knew he would probably still be writing for the next couple of days, at least he'd be doing it in his home.

Headlights flashed in front of him, as a car came from the opposite direction. When the lights hit his eyes, he had to squeeze them almost closed, to stave off the headache he could feel building. He needed to remember his glasses next time he went to the studio.

As the car passed him, he blinked his eyes, trying to get rid of the black spots dancing in front of his vision. He wished it didn't rain. He wanted to get home as fast as possible, but with the way the water was pelting the road and his car, he didn't want to risk driving faster.

He kept his eyes on the horizon as he neared a sharp bend in the road. His headlights lit up the raindrops hitting the tarmac and then jumping back up into the air. Lights flashed on the horizon and a few seconds later, a loud boom rattled the car.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter and navigated through the bend. Up ahead he saw something fluttering on the bridge crossing the river. He figured it might be some trash or something getting tossed around in the wind, but as he got closer, he realized it wasn't a something, but rather a someone.

He slowed down as he approached the bridge, keeping an eye on the woman standing by the railing. She wasn't wearing much clothes, just some jeans and a T-shirt. She didn't even seem to notice him as his car slowly rolled onto the bridge.

Just as he was almost past where she was standing, he saw her grab onto the railing and begin to crawl over it. His eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. All thoughts of getting home in a hurry disappeared as he saw her standing on the tiny ledge on the outside of the bridge, staring into the violent water rushing below. The wind whipped her hair around her face, and she leaned forward a little, still holding onto the railing. Her clothes were soaked through, and as he stopped the car, he could see that she was shivering uncontrollably. Taking a deep breath, he tried to prepare himself for the weather outside the car. He pulled his jacked tighter around him and opened the door.

Slowly he began walking towards her. He didn't want to scare her and risk her falling into the water below. He realized he hadn't really thought it through. What was he going to say? He should just call 911, but he doubted they would get there in time.

As he neared her, he saw that she was not just wet from the rain. There were dark smudges all over her jeans and shirt. Dark red smudges that where almost turning pink as the water tried its best to wash it away. She was bleeding. But he couldn't see where she was bleeding from.

Over the howling wind and rain, he heard a new sound. He looked over at the girl again, and saw a heart wrenching sob tear though her. She began leaning forward again, looking down into the water below. He could see her knuckles were white from the grip she had on the railing. Suddenly, her foot slipped and he felt his heart leap into his throat as she looked like she was about to fall.

He lunged forward, reaching the railing just as she got her balance back. She tightened her grip on the railing, still staring down into the water below. It looked as if she still hadn't noticed him, and he stood there, not knowing how to proceed.

A gust of howling wind swept over them, and she shook her head, to get her hair out of her face. That's when she saw him. He could see it in the way her entire body froze. In the way she tensed up.

He took a small step forward, so he was beside her, leaning on the railing. He opened his mouth to say something, not exactly knowing what, but he was stopped when he heard her voice,

“Please go away.” She glanced over at him, “Just...leave me alone.”

He wasn't sure he'd ever heard anyone sound so...lost. It was like whatever spark might have been inside her before tonight had just vanished, but he knew he couldn't walk away. Not now. Not knowing that if he did, he would most likely be hearing about a body, washed up on the bank of the river, tomorrow on the news.

“I can't do that.” He said softly.

“Please!” She cried, begging. “Please just get in your car and leave.” She leaned forward again and he could almost see her letting go of the railing, falling into the water, almost. Without even thinking about it, his hand grabbed her wrist, and he shivered at how cold and wet her skin was.

“Not happening.” He said, softly, still speaking as he would to a frightened animal. “Come here.”

“NO!” She shouted now, but the wind and the rain softened the sound, “PLEASE! Please...please.” She was sobbing uncontrollably, begging for him to leave. He ignored her. He had to. The sounds she was making were breaking his heart, and he didn't even know her. He just knew that he had to get her back on the safe side of the railing.

He took another step, still holding one of her wrists, and found himself standing directly behind her. As fast as he could, he let go of her wrist, and brought both his arms up and around her, under her arms. Using all his strength, he lifted and pulled backwards. She was screaming at him, fighting him every step of the way. He felt her elbow hit his ribs and he grunted through the pain.

She finally cleared the railing, and she fell back, making him lose his balance. They toppled over, him on his back on the ground, her on top of him. The fall had made him lose the grip he had on her, and she quickly rolled off of him and turned to face him.

“Why?” She wailed as he felt her clenched fist hit his chest, “Why couldn't you just leave? Why couldn't you just leave me alone?” Hits rained down on him as she broke down into sobs again. He kept one arm in front of him, trying to defend himself against the blows, while he used the other to push himself off the ground.

Once he was sitting up, he grabbed her flailing arms and pulled her into him. He wrapped his arms around her and started trying to soothe her. Speaking to her in low whispers as he stroked her hair and back.

“Shhh. It's gonna be okay. Shhh.”

Finally he felt her slump against his chest, as he rocked back and forth, trying to comfort her. Her fingers grabbed his jacket at the sides, holding on tight. The fight had finally left her and now she was just trying to catch her breath. Her shoulders still shook every once in a while and he felt her tears soak into his shirt, warm compared to the cold rain.

He kept stroking her hair and back for a few more minutes, until he realized she was shaking now, and not just from the emotions. He pulled out of the embrace a little, and looked down at her face. Wiping a few stray hairs out of her face, he felt how cold her skin was again, and he could see her lips where turning blue.

“Let's get in the car okay?” He asked softly. Her breath hitched, but she looked up at him and nodded softly.

Carefully he rose from the ground, and helped her up as well. Then, with one arm secured around her waist, he guided her over to the passenger side of his car, which was still idling on the side of the road.

When they reached the car, he opened the door and helped her get inside. He found a tissue, which he handed her, before he closed the door and ran in front of the car to the driver's side.


He looked over at the girl sitting in the passenger seat of his car. She wasn't looking at him, head turned away looking out the side window. Water was dripping from her hair, into her face, and down on the seat, soaking the upholstery, but at that moment, he could have cared less about the upholstery. She sniffled every once in a while, wiping her nose with a tissue held in between shaking fingers. He was amazed he had even found the damn tissue. It was left over from when he had driven Hailie to the doctor, when she'd had the flu, and he had found it hiding in his glove compartment, behind some papers and other junk.

He glanced at those of her wounds he could see. At least it looked she wasn't bleeding anymore. He saw her shivering slightly from the wet clothes she was wearing, and probably from everything else that had happened that night. If he thought it would help, he would have offered her his jacket, but since that was completely soaked too, he doubted it would do much good. Instead, he leaned over and turned up the heat in the car. The last thing he needed right now was to catch pneumonia, he still had a damn album to finish, and a deadline to make.

He had somehow managed to talk her off the bridge and into the car, but now he was at a loss. What should be his next step? He cleared his throat and looked straight ahead. She should probably be in a hospital or something. Maybe he should just ask her.

“Do you...” He hesitated, clearing his throat again, “I mean, I should probably take you to the hospital?” It came out as more of a question than he had intended it to.

Suddenly the eyes that had been devoid of any emotion since she had entered the car, turned to him. He found himself staring into blue, red rimmed eyes, clouded with fear. He had perhaps expected resignation or sorrow, but not downright bone-chilling fear.

“Please don't!” She begged, “I can't...He'll...Just, please just drive to a motel or something. I can't go to a hospital.”

He could see tears starting to gather in her eyes again, and her trembling had increased dramatically. Her breathing was getting more and more erratic, and he recognized the signs. She was on the verge of a full blown panic attack. Shit.

“Okay.” He sighed, “Calm down, okay?” He did his best to sound soothing. “But if you think I'm just gonna leave you alone, in some motel room, you can forget it.”

“Why not?” Confusion and maybe a little anger. At least she wasn't panicking anymore. He sighed again.

“You shouldn't be alone right now.” He couldn't believe what he was about to say. “Will you...I mean, you can come home with me. Stay in my house?” He ran a hand through his short hair, smiling wryly, “It's not like I don't have the room and I'll feel better if I know you're not alone right now.” He looked over at her, trying to see her reaction.

A tear slid down her cheek and she wiped it away violently before turning back to look out the side window. He saw her shoulders slump a bit in defeat, before he heard a small whisper.


He let out the breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding and turned back to the steering wheel.

“Okay.” He said softly, before turning the key in the ignition and starting the car.

As he pulled out from the side of the road, bright flash of lightning lit up the sky, making everything look almost as an overexposed photograph. A loud, booming, clap of thunder followed, and he felt as if the earth was shaking, as he gripped the wheel tight as he continued his drive toward his house.



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