+-She Don’t Care-+

It was a low square entryway with mirrored walls, a rotating door and marble gleaming behind it on the walls. Regina watched the walls shimmer around her as Eminem pulled her through the door and into the building. She felt as if she’d left something outside that door as she passed into the room.

His hand held onto her wrist as he pulled her inside and even when they had gotten into the elevator he still had a hand on her wrist. She shook it loose and looked over at him.

“You treat all the women you sleep with this way?” she asked.

“No,” he replied looking towards the elevator keypad, “you’re the only one.”

“So I guess I should feel flattered then?”

“Yeah, you should,” he replied looking over at her with a bit of contempt. She didn’t want to get into another argument with him right now so she kept her mouth shut for the time being.

When they got to the floor, Eminem walked forward and she followed. They walked down the hall in silence to the fifth door on the right side.

“Come on,” he said to Regina, grabbing her wrist again and pulling her inside.

“Let go!” she whispered harshly.

“Chill out,” he replied closing the door behind him. A tall black man in a tank top and black jeans stepped up to Eminem and gave him a hand shake.

“Em, my man, how’s it hanging,” he said smiling and then looking over at Regina, up and down.

“Who da bitch?” he asked.

“Regina, Fifty, this is Regina, Regina this is Fifty, say hi,” he said pulling on her wrist.

“You have short term memory loss or something? I’m not your bitch, and I don’t take orders from you,” Regina replied yanking away from him again and taking a seat in the chair by the door. This way she figured she could slip out unnoticed a little later.

“I see why you like her. But tell me Em, how come you can’t find a girl that don’t bitch like that?” Fifty asked hitting Eminem on the shoulder.

“The easy going ones ain’t as fun,” Eminem replied and they both laughed. Regina rolled her eyes.

“So what you planning on doing with her?” Fifty asked motioning to Regina and looking at her. She starred back at him.

“Well, I fucked her last night, I’ll probably fuck her tonight, and tomorrow morning, who knows, maybe I’ll fuck her again,” Eminem said looking over at her as he said it.

“Real cute,” she said shaking her head and crossing her legs.

“Come on man, lets do this thing,” Fifty said laughing and walking towards the recording booth. “You just gonna sit there, or you gonna come over and listen?” Eminem asked her.

“What for?” she asked.

“Cause I wanted to get your opinion on something,” he replied walking over to her and grabbing her wrist again, yanking her out of the chair.

“What the hell is your problem, get off of me!” Regina exclaimed, almost toppling forward from the force he used to pull her out of the chair. “Well maybe next time you’ll get up when I tell you to,” he replied gripping her wrist tighter and dragging her towards the door of the sound room.

He pulled her inside, threw her down in a chair in front of the sound board and said,

“Now just stay put for a minute.”

“Mr. Manners, aren’t we,” Regina snapped crossing her legs and rubbing her wrist with her other hand.

“Nope, it’s Mr. Mathers, right Em?” Fifty asked with a grin. Eminem gave a rare laugh.

“Yeah, ha, I guess it is.”

“So we doin’ the first one then?” Fifty asked pulling a wad of folded papers out of his back pocket.

“Yeah, sure, that’s the one,” Eminem replied.

“You got you’re words?” Fifty asked.

“Nah, not on me, that’s all right, I got it all up here anyways,” he replied opening the door to the recording booth.

“Oh by the way, Ace, that’s Regina, Regina, Ace, be nice, don’t bite him, I don’t got insurance to cover it,“ Eminem added before closing the door. Regina looked up at the balding black man who big around as a toothpick tried to smile politely.

“He’s a fucker all right,” Ace said putting out a hand for Regina to shake.

“Yeah, I’d say so,” Regina replied smiling genuinely at him and giving him a hardy handshake.

“How often does he do this?” Regina asked Ace as he adjusted some controls on the soundboard in front of him.

“Do what, bring girls to the studio?” he asked, too busy to look at her.

“Yeah,” Regina replied.

“Nop, and I’ve recorded all his stuff,” Ace replied adjusting something. They could hear Eminem and Fifty talking low.

“Test okay Ace?” Fifty asked hitting the mike.

“Yeah, go ahead, we can hear you loud and clear,” Ace replied pulling his mike on the rigging bar down in front of his face.

“All right Ace, give us the beat,” Eminem said grabbing his headphones and stuffing them on.

“That okay?” Ace said as a choppy vibrating beat filled the room.

“Yeah we got it, we’re gonna just go with it,” Eminem replied giving the thumbs up sign. His head started to bob and his body got into it. Regina had to admit, this was kind of cool. She did listen to his music, she owned all the discs, played them all once in a while. He was almost impressive, at least he was till he opened his mouth and started to rap. As he spit out his words several other black guys filed into the room but didn’t make any noise, everyone concentrating on what Eminem was saying.

“You could never understand what it’s like to be me/constantly everywhere trying not to be seen/would you just give me a chance to be/alone with my daughter who I’m trying to feed/its kinda strange how I got everything that I wanted/and somehow now I wish I never gotten/call it fucked up/or whatever it is/ and days I wish I never got in this biz/but tell me what’s its like to be normal/go on tell me or is it only a formal/vocabulary the you use and chose to ignore when you want to exclude me/pretend your misunderstood/then look at me and you’ll see, what it is to be me.”

“Kill it Ace, I’m coming out for a second,” he said pulling off the phones.

“Bizarre, Kon, Proof, Swifty, Kuniva, this is Regina, Regina, the guys,” Eminem said shaking each of their hands in turn and pointing to Regina.

“Yo fellas,” Regina said giving a small wave, they all grinned at her.

“What you doing with a hoe here?” the one called Proof asked.

“Good question, Em, want to go with that one?” Regina asked grinning.

“Cuz I fucking wanted to, now shut the fuck up until I fucking ask you to open your mouth,” Eminem snapped, his eyes wide and starring directly into Regina’s. But she didn’t buckle. The fire in her eyes melted the ice in his and he was instantly sorry for what he said. The grin on her face fell quickly and the corners of her mouth stiffened.

“Wrong answer,” she said and stood up swiftly, knocking between two of the other men and yanking the door open. She was halfway down the hall before she heard the familiar footsteps behind her. Her heart fell knowing it was him again. Why didn’t he get the hint?

There was a hand on her wrist again.

“Get back there, now,” he said pulling on her wrist. She pulled on her wrist before looking up at him.

“Why should I?” she snapped trying to pry his hand off of her wrist. It hurt like hell, he had quite a grip.

“Because I want your opinion on my rap, that’s why,” he replied.

“What do you care what I think?” she replied, looking at his hand clutching her wrist, her other hand still trying to rip his fingers off of her hand.

“You’re hurting me, let go,” she replied.

“If you’ll come back I’ll let your arm go,” he said stiffly.

“You still didn’t answer my question,” she replied looking up at him again, his resolve to make her stay building in his eyes.

“Because I was looking through some of your stuff last night, I like the way you think,” he replied.

“You went through my things!” she snapped ripping her arm out of his grasp so fast he couldn’t have been ready to catch her.

“Yeah, I saw your notebook, the one where you’ve been taking notes on every song I’ve ever put out on CD. I like the ides you have,” he replied.

“Those were my private thoughts, you had no right to go snooping around, forget it!” she walked away quickly, rubbing her wrist that was still red from his grasp.

“What do you think my songs are huh? I’m not making shit up or something,” he spat going after her.

“I don’t give a shit about your songs!” Regina screamed, stopping and turning around before she did so.

“I beg to differ. Look here,” he said pulling the notebook out of his back pocket, Regina’s eyes looked as though she had been hung.

“You fucking son of a bitch, give me that!” she yelled lunging for the book but he held it up.

“Like here, just listen, starting at ‘You started getting moody on me, pretty soon we'd argue, And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me, And who woulda even knew that who woulda even thought possibly, Cupid could shoot another one of them God damn darts at me,’ you wrote, ‘An amazing use of simple words. So easy to picture. An amazing vocal line, with ‘who woulda even,’ sounds incredible, uses his voice to its potential. Would have been more successful if this verse was not placed in the middle of three other verses. Emotionally charged, very mature, great way to use rhymes. It’s heavy subject matter but dealt with beautifully. Extremely truthful, honest. Needs more honesty and less angry ranting. By far, one of my favorite verses.’ Now did you write that, or was it someone else?” he asked.

“Yes I wrote it, now give me that back!” Regina said trying to reach for the notebook, but he kept it out of her grasp and gave her another sidelong glance.

“‘Cuz I hate you, do you hate me? Good cuz you're so fuckin' beautiful when you're angry, It makes me wanna just take you, And just throw you on the bed, And fuck you like I don't even know you,’ struggling with the definition of love, great confusion, using simple words to drive a meaning, really the talent here. Strength of the words is viable.’ Did you mean all that?” he asked.

“So this is why you’re bothering me?” she asked looking up at him, folding her arms against her chest and sighing, the frown on her face fading to only a thin line of lips.

“Yeah. What are you, a music critic or something?” he asked as he flipped through the book. Occasional pictures, interviews or lyric sheets had been glued or tapped in, he was impressed.

“No, it’s just a hobby,” she replied eyeing the book, trying to find the right time to grab it back.

“You got some potential yourself though,” he replied still looking through it when her hand tried to snatch it.

“Your gonna have to be quicker than that.” He laughed. She huffed and tapped her foot angrily.

“That is my book,” she said stiffly.

“Yeah, about me, so that makes it half mine,” he replied giving her that gaze he was famous for. That, “I don’t give a fuck so deal with it” look. She hated that look. Pissed off was not a good look for him.

“You look like a damn chimp when you do that,” she said as she turned and walked back towards the studio door.

“I look like a what?” he said hurrying so that he could look at her dead on when he asked.

“A fucking monkey, you looking like a fucking monkey when you put on that pissed off face,” she replied.

“Well you ain’t that cute either when you’re a bitch,” he replied.

“Oh really, cuz I thought your line was ‘Cuz your so fucking beautiful when your angry,’” she snapped. That did it, he forced her up against the wall and held her wrists on either side of her. She felt her bones pressing into the wall, it hurt.

“Let me go you fucking asshole,” she said straining as his chest pressed into rib cage. He held his face a millimeter away from hers.

“Is this what you want huh? Is it? Answer me bitch!” he snapped watching her grimace, pressing her wrists hard into the wall.

“Get off me,” she whispered as hard as she could.

“I said answer me!” he shouted in her face. She felt her hands turning red. They burned hotter the more he squeezed them. She could only open her mouth and gasp, her eyes closed, trying to fight off the pain, totally immobilized by his body. He pulled her hands up over her head and held them there with one hand before dropping the other one to his side. He pulled his body away from hers slightly, bringing a huge gasp of air from her.

“Look at me bitch,” he said harshly, pressing her wrists into the wall. She winced sharply, opening her eyes and starring at him defiantly.

“Get, off, me,” she said steadily. She felt his hand on her leg.

“Stop touching me,” she said as her eyes connected with his. His hand slid along her thigh, to the inside of her leg.

“Shut up,” he said, sliding his fingers along her leg, pressing them into her jean covered flesh.

“Fucker, get off me,” she said with a sharp intake of breath.

“Why, you like that?” he asked roughly as his fingers traveled up from between her thighs and started towards her pelvis. She continued to stare directly into his eyes, breathing hard through her nose.

“You do don’t you, getting you hot and bothered,” he said as his hand hit her stomach and slid smoothly across it.

“Fuck you,” she spat, still not removing her eyes from his. She tried to pull her wrists down but he held her tight to the spot, his other hand moving over her breast and up to her collarbone.

“Oh you’ll be fucking me, don’t worry,” he said pushing his hips against her, pressing his erection into her. She gasped at his hardness.

His hand cupped her face.

“Now tell me you want to fuck me,” he said holding her chin in his hand.

“Go to hell!” she spat.

“Oh, being cute are we?” he asked pressing his hips into her harder, loving the feeling of her squirming underneath him. Her lips parted as she gasped.

“That’s a good girl, that’s right,” he said moving his lips to hers, sticking his tongue out first to wet her lips. He moved even closer to her if that was possible and forced his lips onto hers. She fought the kiss, his hot tongue probing her mouth deep and hard. After several, long hard minutes he let her lips go.

“Now I own you bitch, we’ll finish this later,” he said releasing her wrists but still pressing his body against her. It took at minute before she realized he’d let go of her hands, they were screaming in pain.

“Cuz you are fucking beautiful when you’re angry,” he said letting her up. His hands grabbed her hips and slid down around her back, grabbing her ass in his hands and pulling her body against him one more time.

“Now lets get back in there.” He grabbed a hold of her wrist again and threw her ahead of him in through the door.