Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 52

Marshall POV

"So, this woman you're seeing, it's the one that bullies you right?"

"She doesn't bully me"

Fifty sits back and grins.

"Okay maybe a little, it's the one that I met back before I overdosed"

"THAT'S the one?" He tilted his head "Man no wonder she bullies your ass, you deserve it, you were pretty shitty to her unnecessarily, in a very Marshall way, I just wish you had of let me call her and explain why you acted like you did"

I grunt in reply as I kick my feet up on the coffee table.

Everyone knows my history with Leila except me.

"Man don't bitch out on me now, I know it's frustrating, but let bygones be bygones"

"Yeah kinda just keep having fragments pop up, I don't understand why I would just dispose of someone like that"

"Technically you didn't just dispose of her, you had your reasons, but unfortunately the drugs and paranoia got the better of you and you were going down, you knew it and still had enough humanity to not want to take someone down with you, but instead of talking it out, you ended it on a bad note, leaving everything unfinished and a sour taste in her mouth, of course someones gonna get hurt on that kind situation man, where there's a flame, someones bound to get burned"

There was an honesty about Fifty that no one could be mad at, he was a smart man and always managed to somehow make my actions make sense, the only other person that could do that was Proof.

It's no wonder Fifty was my best friend, he could read me like a book.

I exhaled and sat in silence for a moment, he was absolutely right, I may not be able to do anything about the past but I was certainly in control of my future actions.

There was a sudden knock at my hotel door, which I found odd as Fifty and I had only just gotten back late from going out and getting dinner together.

Fifty confused, I got up and went to answer it.

Opening the door I find Madison Standing there.

With the upcoming tour, Paul had talked me into hiring another assistant to juggle Monica's upcoming workload.

I had come to New York to shoot a few birds with one stone, signing contracts, jumping on some long-overdue features and of course prepping with Marc in person for my tour.

Which is why Madison was here, learning the ropes.

"Hi Marshall"

"Um... Hi"

"Just came past to check to see if you needed anything before I called it a night..."

"Oh, no thanks, Fif and I just got back from dinner, I'm all good thanks" I said awkwardly.

"You don't need anything at all?" She said standing there, I suddenly felt uncomfortable, I hated repeating myself and most importantly I was uncomfortable around new people I hadn't worked with.

She had been on the roster a few weeks now but she was just one of that very forceful kind of personality.

She looked behind me and then back at me.

"Nah, like I said, I'm good"

"Ok great" She smiled "Ill see you in the morning, goodnight"

I nodded and closed the door turning to come face to face with Fifty.