Love You More (Eminem Fanfiction)

17: Fucking Cramps Man

- Lilys POV: -

November 24 1998

It's my birthday and I'm more sick than I've ever been. I'm not doing anything but laying. Fuck this fucking shit I hate birthdays anyway, I'd rather be at home alone than hang out with anyone today.

That's it. Well at least I'm 21 today.

I can't even go out clubbing and drink legally there for the first time ever tonight. Happy fucking birthday Lily.

Skip to Christmas Eve

I'm so excited, Christmas is by far my most favourite holiday. People be like 'Oh, Christmas is my favourite holiday because it's all about family and giving, not receiving. It's about spending time with your loved ones and of course about Baby Jesus.' Like get outta here! We all know you just love it for the presents. Everyone does! Gifts, gifts, gifts, and more gifts.

The first few Christmas' after my mother's death was hard but now it doesn't bug me as much. Of course it still bugs me but it doesn't affect my mood or anyone else's. Today my dad is coming to my place from Jersey. He will be staying in this other room I have since it's a two bedroom apartment. I have it for this reason.

He has a really beautiful little house but despite the difference in our homes he still wants to come here. He doesn't not have money. He's not rich but he's not poor. He has more money than I do that's for sure. He likes to come over here for Christmas and holidays because he misses his city. No, he doesn't own or claim the city of Detroit but it's just his city. You know?

My dad should be here soon as he's been driving for awhile now. It's about a 10 hour drive but with traffic it could be up to 1-3 hours+ longer.

He calls to tell me he's in Detroit and he's about a 45 minute drive from me. I get excited and sit on the couch, putting on TV. I look over at the Christmas tree with 4 stockings and a few gifts for my dad, Nelia, and his girlfriend. I fucking hate that bitch. Technically they are fiancé's but I don't even know if I want to go to their wedding. I'm never gonna refer to her as my 'stepmom' unless it's for a joke or I really wanna over exaggerate talking to someone. But other than that, she's just some bitch my dad sticks his dick into and nothing else.

She's so sweet and funny and caring to everyone else on this planet aside from me. I don't know what I've done to get on her bad side. Maybe she's just annoyed by the way my personality is. I understand that, come on. We all have at least one or two... or 80 people where you don't know why you hate them but you just do so you're a fucking bitch to them. But I still hate the disrespect she has for me.

Awhile later I hear a knock at my door. I jump up as I haven't seen my dad in so long. I walk to the door and...

Marshall?

I move out the way and he comes in and he takes his jacket and shoes off.

"Marshall? You didn't tell me you was coming?" I say confused.

He closes the door and pulls me to my room.

"Oh damn girl. You look fancy." He says looking me up and down, referring to my dress. "And do I need to tell you?" He says as he starts to kiss my neck.

"Marshall." I say pulling away.

He gives me a confused look. "What?" He says and goes back to my jawline and neck. He starts kissing up and down it and to my ear.