Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 24

Leila POV

The throbbing pain in my eye woke me before the light did.

Of course the heavy warm body next to me with its arms wrapped around me was also something that had woken me.

I hesitantly looked and saw Marshalls sleeping face, snoring quietly and soundly next to me.

It was weird torture, if someone was fucking with me this was one way to do it, the mixture of emotions I was feeling right now was overwhelming.

I wasn't sure if it was the pain killers or the mental and physical exhaustion from the attack that blocked out the memory, but I didn't remember moving from the couch to the bed.

What is he doing here.

Why is he here.

I was confused as to why he was always so nice to me, I had made it my priority to torture him, to make him feel how I felt, to feel humiliated.

I began to realise that he didn't remember anything.

He took a part of me and he didn't remember.

That was way worse than the humiliation.

It was the kick in the chest I didn't need.

I knew I should have just moved on when I met him again and just let sleeping dogs lie, after all it backfired on me in the end, he still pursued a relationship and once again forgot about me.

The nostalgia of when I was 21 was dragging up the feelings and pain of the past.

I was exhausted from everything, from pretending.

I tried to move and his arms tightened around me.

Probably thinking of Stella.

I wonder if she knows he's here.

Of course, she knows.

The throbbing in my face made me frown and bite my lip, which was a bad move considering the split in my lip.

I managed to slip put of Marshall's arms leaving him undisturbed, sneaking out of my bedroom, colliding with another tall body, looking up to see Alec, looking bewildered, grabbing me and dragging me into my study down the hall and closing the door.

"Why is Marshall here?" He whisper yelled in shock, long arms flailing about "What the fuck Lala, he's got a girlfriend, and you let him into bed with you? This ain't you, I know you got feelings for him but shit, you ain't like that"

"We didn't even do anything, last I remember is him coming to check up on me then inviting himself to stay, we were on the fucking couch watching tv asshole, I woke up in bed and just saw him there, wrapped around me, this isn't on me" I whisper yelled back, poking him in the chest.

He frowned "Does he think about how she would you feel if her man was cuddled up to another woman on her bed"

He had a point, I don't know Marshall's angle and even though deep down I was affected by the fact that he clearly cared enough, it was in fact wrong.

"'He came here Alec, you're asking the wrong person about loyalty"

He looked at me and sighed "Yeah and his loyalty clearly lays with you"

"What's that suppose to mean?" I said, confused by his statement.

My bathroom door closing interrupted us, we opened the office door and sprinting into the kitchen, just in time for Marshall to come walking out, face still half asleep.

"Yo Alec didn't know you were here" He said coming to a stop, looking like a deer in the headlights.

"Feelings mutual big fella" He smirked, looking Marshall up and down.