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

Chapter 15: Guts Over Fear

Brittany's P.O.V.

I barely just got to work at The Penthouse Club.

I went backstage and got to changing into my outfit for the night. I was in a sour mood and I was desperately hoping "You-know-who" wouldn't come approach me. I didn't want to hear anything. Nothing on it.

I'd been crying in bed for days. Today was the day I had to get up and face reality again since I had to go back to work. Sue's tried contacting me but I'd ignore her every time. Same with Marshall. DeShaun was really the only person I was talking to. The pain hurt like a bitch ever since that night and it wouldn't let go. How could she, even he, do that to me?

Then (speak of the Devil), Sue came in. She didn't go to her changing station, she walked straight up to me like she knew what her first task to take care of was. I swiftly spun around and ignored her like the plague. Her making that impossible, she kept calling me to her attention.

"Wait, just hear me out!" She grabbed me by the wrist and flung me around to where I was facing her. She looked me straight in the eyes, it looking stern but saddened and full of regret. "Listen to me, I kept taking these hallucinogens Marshall offered me that night, as well as a shit ton of shots after that. I was downright wasted and so was—"

"So that automatically gives you a pass and I should just let it slip," I interrupted. "That's what you came here to tell me?"

"No, of course it doesn't," she refused strongly. "I know that. But how long have you known me for? You'd know I would never do that to you intentionally," she pushed, quivering. "You should've seen how hurt he was after you left with Proof..." she stated. She hesitated a brief moment, but then brought something unbelievable up. "Did you two sleep together that night?"

I lost it. I bitch slapped her across the face, raising my voice. "It's none of your damn business! And how about how hurt I was watching you two eat each other's faces?" I demanded, glaring at her.

Sue at that point had tears streaming down her cheeks and an obvious permanent mark where'd I just struck her. I hated it but I regretted doing that to her; I felt a sharp pain of woe. The other girls were all staring now. I knew we'd get in trouble by our bosses if we didn't cut this out now.

But Sue spoke again, straining out her words. "I didn't mean for that! What I'm saying is he cares and really likes you. We talked about you before you got there, and from what I remember, it was the cutest things he was saying. He was obsessing about how he couldn't help but feel he loves you. Maybe I got a little jealous then, I'll admit. And sure, he's cute, but he's not for me. He's yours. Put all the blame on me," she concluded, sad. "I'd rather have your guys' relationship saved than ours." She went to wipe her tears. "It wasn't just with him, but it ruined my birthday, too. Not having your best friend there to celebrate your twenty-first is probably the worst. Stop talking to me if you want. All I know is that that's the last time I'm getting intoxicated."

"Is there an issue here?" we just got interrupted. Like I predicted, our manager came in between us, checking up.

I spoke up. "No, there's not," I shook my head, our manager telling us next to be ready in ten minutes tops and stop causing a scene. After that brief talking, I pulled Sue's arm and took her a little farther down the hall away so just me and her were in private. And then, it coming as a shock to her, I took her into my arms, hugging her. "Don't let it," I began. "Don't let me ruin your special day. I could never stop talking to you. I know what it's like to be under the influence. It fucks you up. But don't force yourself to quit, love. Drinking's fun. Just don't be in the same room as my boyfriend," I scolded her, kidding a little. Kind of like what best friends do.