Remember the one week she was married at first and Marshall randomly showed up at her hotel.
Marissa's POV
I laid in bed after cleansing it of the tears. I watched a video of Marshall and I back in the 90's.
Video
"You think my eyes match this shirt?" I asked him after putting in my blue contacts. "Yeah." He said in his flirtatious voice. He moved the camera down to my butt and walked into the bathrooom with me. I moved the camera up to my face and smiled at him. "You're beautiful." He said turning the camera to the mirror. "Babe what's today? And how long have we dated?" "It's December 28,1995 and we've been dating since October 31 this year." I said grabbing my bag. "You are very handsome Marshall Mathers." "Your going to be my wife some day." "I know. I was waitting on you to say it, husband." "Your boobs are showing through your shirt." "Fuck you punk." I said jokingly. "I'm offended." He said flipping me off. "Do I look like I give to battleships?" I asked throwing him on the bed. Watch out for the mother flippin' camera." He said laying it on the table. Our clothes flew off blocking the camera view. The sound of us when for five minutes before my wonderful sister came in. Marshall moved the clothes out the camera's view and all I saw was my bare back which on hit had Marissa written in red.
I looked at the tattoo on my back and looked at Marshall's name written in blue under mine. Andrew walked in. "Hey." He said his clothes reeking of a perfume. I ignored him and closed the camera. "You heard me." I laid under the covers and soon was thrown against a wall. "FUCK YOU!" He yelled ripping my jeans. "Something your not finna do." I said pushing him down. I throw a couple of punches and he managed to grab me and threw my head crashing into the wall. I grabbed a beer bottle and broke it pointing it at him. "Get out." I said wiping my eyes. "No." "GET OUT BITCH!" I said pushing him in the hallway. I threw him his stuff and locked the door feeling warm blood drip down. There was a gash in the back my head it was just pouring out blood. I wrapped a towel around my hair and walked out the hotel locking the door. "I need a doctor!" I screamed running down the hall. "Call me a doctor." I said walking to the front desk. Within minutes I was taken to the doctors and after getting stitches I started having a panic attack. I had to call Marshall. I knew these couple of months aren't the best but, we have each other. He told me he was coming out here to Paris. I tired badly to ignore the feelings but, I thought back to when my dad shot himself and had a breakdown over that one memory. I sat in bed at thought about everything before falling asleep.
