The Savior (Eminem fan-fiction)

The Truth

(Marshall's P.O.V)
I can't believe he hit her. What a Fucking idiot. I'm gonna have to teach him a little something. "Who are you?" A deep scratchy voice says from behind me. "I'm Paige's um.... Friend." I say. "Oh, so I should beat you too then?" He says as he downs the beer he has in his hand and then he walks toward me tripping on his own feet. "Stay away from, or I will hurt you ol' man." I say fiercly. "Ha ha. You" Hit me? What a joke. You look like your 14." He says while laughing. "Actually I'm 16, the same age as Paige and I'm stronger than I look so just put the bottle or I will hurt you, which I'm gonna do either way." I say while getting closer to him. "Nope!" He says as he chucks the bottle at me but I move just in time. I look around for something I can use to throw back when I see another empty bottle laying in the floor not to far from me. I grab it and yell "watch out, there's something behind you!" He turnes around not realizing I'm tricking him and the bottle hits him in the back of the head. Then he falls to the floor and I realized that he got knocked out. I laugh and whisper "idiot." I think, good thing I have good aim from basketball otherwise that could have been bad, and my brain starts forming a stereotype of what could have happened. After a while I realize that I'm in my thoughts and snap back to reality. I go outside and ask Paige if she's alright. "Yes. I'm fine. But what did you do to him?" She asks me slightly crying. "I just knocked him out. Nothing serious. Now we're gonna go inside and your gonna get all your things packed. We're going to my house and your staying with me and my mom. I'm not letting my baby girl stay with a monster." She says ok and we both go in so she can pack. Within 5 minutes she's ready and we start walking to my house. We walked in silence for the first 10 minutes until I asked her, "Can you tell me the truth about your parents now? And when can I see a baby picture?" "Um, well... Both of my parents are alcoholics and my dad, step dad actually, has beaten me since I was six years old. My real dad left me and my mom shortly after I was born and my mom got really depressed so she true to drink away her memory of him. My step dad was actually really nice to me and my mom got the first month or so and then he had an accident at work which messed up his back so he takes Advil and drinks all the time. He also beats me to make someone else feel the pain he feels. So long story short, my mom drinks, my dad left and I have never met him, and my step dad pops pills, beats me, and drinks like there's no tomorrow. And also, I'll show you a baby picture later. Ok?" "Oh, I'm so sorry Paige. I feel so bad for you. We do have things in common though." "And what's that?" She asks intreaged. "Things about your family are like things in my family." "What things?" She asks. "Well.. Um..."