Impossible Is Nothing (An Iggy Azalea/Eminem Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2: F**k Love

Brittany's P.O.V.

It was already past closing. I was backstage now, in the dressing rooms.

The rest of the girls were changing into regular clothes after they finished counting their money. After I counted my amount, I figured, nah. I was going to just hop in my car and be back at my apartment soon.

I grabbed my huge fur coat and wrapped myself in it. Then I got my purse, my stuff, everything else, and said bye to the girls. I saw Susan come running up to me before I left, calling me out.

I smiled at her, pulling her into a big hug once she got over. "Hey, Sue."

"Hey, Tany," she greeted, hugging tightly back. "You make good money tonight?" she asked.

"Yup. You?"

"Oh, yeah," she laughed, grinning. "We should hang out again soon. I miss you and all, boo."

"I miss you, too. Give me a call sometime," I gave her a light grin back.

Sue nodded her head, shortly bringing up a different topic. "By any chance, did you notice those two ridiculous guys in the front?"

I sighed. "What about them?"

She continued on. "As we were clearing out, I saw they were still hanging around in those chairs. They were being so crazy, security had to get them to finally leave. But, that's not it... one of them couldn't stop talking about you!" she exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, so?"

"Oh, come on. You aren't seeing anyone, right? He was cute," she emphasized.

I almost left her right there. I fussed on. "I don't have the time for that. We're strippers, too. We don't date. And he really wasn't all that cute."

"You're just saying that," she wouldn't let me go. "I bet they're hanging around outside for you," she nudged.

"Ugh."

She laughed, continuing. "Talk with him. Who knows? It's what's on the inside, not outside, right?" she winked at me. "I'm going to take off. Have a good night, alright? I'll call you later. And take my advice for it," she lastly said to me before walking off.

I scoffed at her. If anyone was terrible as giving advice, it was Susan. As great as a friend she is, she shouldn't be the type to give out guidance like that. I love her to death but she's crazy.

I continued on my way out. I said my farewells to my managers and guards before stepping outside, being noisy as I was still in my Louboutins. I turned the corner just to nearly run into a few people. Ah, shoot—and of course, of all the people, it happened to be those two. The white guy was in front, the black guy quite a ways away, giving us space or something.

"Hey," the white male started, saying it friendly.

I was just looking at him, taking in his appearance up close. He had a brown-shaved head, thin face, nose, and lips, and an alright body. His arms looked a little strong, and he was moderately tall. He was blue-eyed, as well. Last thing I noticed, he was wearing a loose shirt, some oversized hoodie, and baggy trousers. Honestly, he wasn't that impressive to me. What the hell was Sue thinking? "Hi?" I finally said back, in a questioning manner.

He cleared his throat. And, now noticing, he actually had one of those cute, deep voices. Not cute like that, but it was just... cute. He started again. "Yeah, uh, I mean, you were great in there. I had a good time. Thanks."

I let out a huge sigh, being nice about it. "Well, glad you enjoyed it. You're welcome. Good night," I was about to walk along before he stepped in front of me, talking more.

"What's your name?"

"Bunny," I answered him briefly, stopped.

He let out a chuckle. "Not your stripper name, your real name."

I raised my brow at him. Why does he care? "What's yours?" I asked in return. "And his then?" I pointed to the black guy way off.

He did a little smirk before answering me. "Eminem. And that's Proof."

After he said those names, I just stared at him like he was a lunatic. Either he was, or he was mocking me about my own "name," making those up for him and his friend. The nerve of this fucking boy.

He continued. "Those are our rapper names. Let me know your real name, I'll let you know mine. His too," he motioned.

I let out a groan, but then paused. "You rap?" I stopped, changing the subject right away. "Alright, look, it's been a long night. I really just want to get home. Sorry, but I'm not interested." I finally moved around him, clicking down the street in my heels.

"Wait!" I heard him call out after me.

I turned my head around for the last time, seeing his friend Proof run along to catch up with the guy. I stopped walking for a brief moment.

He continued on. "Come to one of my rap battles next Saturday afternoon at The Hip Hop Shop!"

Proof began to speak out to me now. "Do it for my boy, Em, here. Please, girl. He's great. I host them!"

I shook my head at these two goofballs. I took in the Proof guy. Now if anyone was actually "cute," it might've been this guy. He seemed like the silly, fun-type of person. He had a messy head of dreads he looked to be growing out. He was wearing some plain old t-shirt along with loose trousers. I let out a sigh as I went to answer them. "Sorry, fellas. Saturday's our busy day. Cheerio!" I turned back around, waving them off with one hand in the air as I walked along to get to my car.

I didn't hear them shout anymore things after me. Thank, God. My car was parked behind where the club was located, so I was just on my way there. I made it quick, because talking with those two made it like it was deserted as hell right now. A stripper walking alone in the streets on Detroit at this time? I could only hope nothing would happen to me. And of course I had the smart mind of not bothering to change.

I ran up to my car, a red 1990 Ford Mustang LX Coupe, and was glad to've gotten there safe. I took out my purse and began fumbling in it for my car keys. For a brief second, I thought a heard a set of footsteps approach me. I shot my head up and looked around in fear. I didn't see anything. Empty black streets and the few lit lamp posts were all. I sighed, telling myself I was going to be alright, looking back down to try and locate my keys in the dark.

Until all of a sudden, I felt the strong hand of something come and cover my mouth with force, the other hand bringing a switchblade up to my throat. I had been slammed against the side of my car, my body nearly collapsing from the impact.

"Hey, pretty. Don't make a sound or that throat of yours is getting slit."

My eyes were watering when I looked over at the man assaulting me. He was large with a big build, dressed in all black, and wore a mask. I made whimpering noises in fear, but as I did, he pressed his knife deeper against my throat. I immediately stopped, breathing heavily.

"Ah, ah, ah," he continued on. "Now I know you've made a lot of money tonight. I've been watching you. Do as I say and nobody gets hurt. First, I want you to hand it over. Next, I want you to do some favors for me, eh?"

I stood there in fear and pain, nodding to him shakily. I listened to his words and his words only. If I wanted to stay alive, at least.

Looks like I've got no choice.