Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 45

Marshall POV

"Slim?"

"Yeah?"

"Where the fuck you keep going?" Dre said looking at me suspiciously from his position in the booth "Ah, fuck it, we'll break for a minute anyway, something's off on the beat"

I nodded leaning back in the chair.

"Sorry man, got some stuff on my plate I'm dealing with back home... Hey, can I ask you somethin'?"

"Anything"

"Do you think it's normal to feel guilty about somethin' I didn't remember?"

"Well if you found out about it and you were in the wrong then why wouldn't you, you're a good guy Slim, I ain't saying you're soft, but I know you gotta conscience, why the sudden questions?"

"Well, I've had one hell of a blast from the past lately, and it's got me all types of fucked up, I spent a week with this girl and ended it in a bad note-"

"Leila?"

"What?" I said looking at him confused "How do you know her name?"

"You called me, multiple times, during and after, I'll never forget it" He said rubbing his chin "You were messed up about how you treated her and I had to talk you down off a ledge, it was crazy since you had only spent a week with her, but she had an effect on you man, it was the most active and the most coherent Paul and I had heard you in a while"

I frowned "I don't remember any of it, I'm desperately trying to piece together fragments here, we spoke about it, she's still having an effect on me" I slump back in my chair "Now we've slept together, things are different, complicated, I can't remember much about what I did sure but I even don't know how to make it up to her, and now her cousin messaged me and says she's mad about some shit and she ain't answering my texts, I just- I don't fuckin know what I'm even doing"

"Welcome back to the jungle Slim"

I nod slowly as he laughed at me.

"Now that I have your attention" He flicks on the music and we listen to the verse he just laid.

"Let's make one thing clear (here)
Here, my dear, my resolute for this year
No pollution, fresh air
My solution, long hair with a fat ass, I'm deadass
Mile high club 'til I jetlag
Rothstein flow, casino
And you're just like Ginger, we know
Single negro, I don't need your double standards and hypocrisy
And that fake hand holding on Father's Day
You a different motherfucker when you not with me
Been sleepin' with the enemy, mockery
It's like I'm John F. Kennedy, shots at me
Yes, I'm President of Debauchery
None of that bullshit ever got to me
'Cause your pillow, Brillo, ditto
Breakin' this shit down little by little
I ain't got time for the fuckin' pom-poms
Shoulda never let this dog out of that kennel"

"Dope" I said nodding along to the beat "I can definitely work with that"

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I sat leaning back on the sofa back at my suite, checking my phone again.

Seen.

It gave me an involuntary eye twitch.

I scrolled to Alec's text and hit call.

"Yo man, thanks for getting back to me"

"No problem, what's up? Everything okay?"