Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 37

Leila POV

I woke up in a daze, sitting upright on the couch, the blanket sliding down to the floor, looking around trying to piece together the surroundings.

I realise I'm at Marshall's house.

I must have fallen asleep during the movie.

I stood, confused as to where to go, the house was quiet, a slight musical presence flowed through it gently from the other end.

I tried to head in the direction of the noise, my feet landing on the cold high gloss tiles, looking around as I walked.

Marshall's house wasn't what people would expect.

It still had the same feel.

His house was a home, not something used to brag about wealth.

It wasn't a big empty house full of classy minimalistic furniture, big open rooms with barely anything in it and black and white colour schemes like was commonly seen in a rapper or a Kardashian mansion.

It was used to raise a family, it was lived in.

The tiles were scuffed, the walls had small gouges, painted lively colours and the furniture was inviting and comfortable, without a doubt, there would have been many asleep overs that involved hordes of giggling teenage girls talking about boys while their distressed father eavesdropped from another room.

I run my fingers over all the mismatched photo frames full of pictures, each telling a story of his past and present.

I couldn't help but wonder if Tommy had ever been here, I was probably thinking too much of their connection but the picture is seen was still weighing heavily on my mind.

I continue to walk through the all too familiar kitchen and down the stairs, stopping at a door, gently opening it, being greeted by catchy beats and the visual of Marshall sitting in a white jumper with his hood up, grey sweatpants, leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the side of the dash, eyes closed, nodding his head in time with the music.

I stood for a moment taking in the scene.

He was different, but at the same time he wasn't.

It was a hard thing to decipher, it seemed he had many faces, some he shows and others only came to the surface when he allowed it.

The amount of venom I've heard this man spit from his lips, it's enough to tear a person down till they have to rebuild themselves, patching up the wounds that would only reopen with the mere sight of him.

Then the same man, who can also be full of the grace and kindness of a saint.

He had shown me that today, when he should have just walked away.

It was confusing to say the least.

I watched as a smirk crept onto his lips.

Not today Satan.

"You finished?"

Startled I stood up straight "What?"

"You've been standing there watching me" He said his eyes opening, sitting up, looking at me amused as he paused the music.

"I wasn't, I was listening to the music" I snorted, feeling my heart race.

"You don't gotta lie to me baby" He said with a wink, standing and stretching and looked at the clock "It's 2 am, did I wake you?"

I shook my head, ignoring his statement, which annoyingly made my skin prickle "Why are you awake?"

"I couldn't sleep, had a few things on my mind, so I came to work on some songs instead"

"Thanks for today"

He stood in front of me waving his hand nonchalant "Don't worry about it, I can get someone to go round and check it out before you go home, make sure she's gone"

"It's ok, I can ask Alec, you didn't have to give her money though"

"I know" He shrugs, then flails his arms and starts to walk past me "But we get to enjoy a sleepover at Shady's funhouse!"

I follow him back to the kitchen, trying not to let the smile on my lips win, until he turns around, with a wicked grin upon his face.

"Hi I'm Eminem, and welcome to my crib" He walks over to the island bench, leaning against it wriggling his eyebrows "And this is where the magic happens"

I bite back my comment and just roll my eyes as I take a seat next to him at the island bench.

"Hungry?" he asks, pushing off it and opening his fridge "I got leftovers and shit, you like spaghetti?"

I shrug "Sure, as long as it's moms"

He snorts and turns back, reaching into the fridge pulling out a container and putting it in the microwave, then turning to me, spinning a fork around in his hand.

"So, can I ask why you have so much hatred for men?"

"Well, it starts with my father" I say, with a shrug "He kinda set the bar for men for me"

"And the rest of us?" He smirked playfully, placing plates down in front of me.

"Then a man I trusted whispered sweet nothings in my ear, put me on a pedestal, then slapped me off it, and the bar for men landed right on the floor next to it"

He sat down next to me and started to eat "So your father wasn't the best male model, but later in your life you must have had someone, besides Christian, Tommy and Alec, somebody outside that circle, have you ever been in a real romantic relationship?"

"Nope" I said shaking my head as I ate "I don't trust men enough to allow them to be with me emotionally, I don't allow them to get flow enough, I won't risk a broken heart again, I've only had sexual partners, not boyfriends"

"What?" He said looking at me confused "Never? Not even when you were younger?"

"I wasn't interested in boys in school, I was saving myself for someone special I guess, I lost my virginity later than normal, after that happens I just kinda gave up"

"So you've never had anyone hold you all night?"

I shift in my seat, heat rising through my body, choosing the words very carefully in my head before I said them "Only one, and that was you"

"That night I came over after the attack?"

"Yeah"

"Well shit, gotta be a first time for everything right?" He says sitting up, body turned towards me "I lied before, you know, about where the magic is made"

"You meant the studio right?"

"Nah baby, my bedroom"

I scoff at his announcement "Your "magic" has most likely been all over this house"

"Well, it can be confirmed if you like, wanna make some magic with me?" He smirked devilishly, all signs of sainthood momentarily out the window.

I decide to play along.

I lean in towards him, getting my face as close to his as I can, he remained in the same position, the power struggle was obvious between us.

"You got somethin'" I smirk as I then use my thumb, wiping some spaghetti off the corner of his mouth, then sitting back "There you go big boy, all clean"

Marshall bites the inside of his cheek trying to stop his smile and fails as it continues to spread across his lips playfully, he licks them as he leans in "It's only a matter of time till we kiss again, you know that right?, it's inevitable"

I felt the heat on my skin suddenly, so reach up pulling the hoodie over my head and dropping it on the bench next to me.

"Dope, you got some tags" Marshall says then focuses on the dog tag that's now settled on my chest, confused expression crossing his face.

"Dont they normally come in a set of two?"