Mona Lisa (Eminem Fan Fiction)

Going Through Changes

Liz POV

Logan and I had a huge fight that lasted for hours. I told him that he humiliated me and had turned me into a bad person. He reciprocated by telling me he was cutting me off financially. I still had my car, my apartment, and a little bit of money saved up, but Logan's been taking care of that for the past two years. I was going to have to find another source of income. And fast!

I felt terrible about taking advantage of Marshall. I wanted to call him and tell him how sorry I was. I couldn't even get ahold of him to express the regret welled up in my heart because Logan had taken both of his phones. There was a breakthrough of sorts that had happened between Marshall and I; I needed to thank him for spending time with me and treating me like a real person and not just a toy for him to play with.

The time Marshall and I spent together on the roof top was incredible. My heart has never beaten so rapidly. He probably has tons of friends and people surrounding him who care, but I don't have that. It felt really nice to hold someone's attention even if it were only for a moment.

I stared at my dull reflection in the mirror. I had no makeup on with pajama pants and a t-shirt. I definitely didn't look like "Liz" anymore. I sat in front of my laptop to spend the day filling out job applications while coming to the realization that I didn't have many qualifications or experience. What had I been doing for the past ten years? My internet searches took me to the local university's site. I always wanted to finish my degree, but I was constantly making excuses not to.

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A few days passed by and one of Logan's boys came by to bring me my last payment of $500 indicating that Logan and I had officially cut ties. I asked him if he knew how I could get ahold of Marshall to apologize, and after he laughed and made fun of me before he told me that he records at a studio called Heaven. I wrote it down as to not forget. I didn't have the nerve or the ambition to show up there, but after things settle down a bit, I may reach out and try to make things right.

I spent the remainder of the week feeling sorry for myself and just lounged around my tiny apartment watching TV and painting. I felt sick, tired, and had an overwhelming feeling of depression.

I perked up a little when I got a callback for a job interview and was able to start straight away. I still felt queasy and rundown, but I had to get a respectable job.

A week or two after I started, I gained the courage to write a simple message to Marshall.

Marshall,

I truly am so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen and it got seriously out of hand. I understand that you probably never want to talk to me again. Just know that I apologize deeply, and I hope you decide to get better. Please, at least do it for your daughters! All little girls deserve a father. -Liz

I didn't know if it would ever reach him, or if I even had the correct address to Heaven. My letter would probably get dismissed with all the crazy fan mail, but I at least had to try.

Marshall POV

Paul reluctantly agreed to me doing rehab from home. He understood that I couldn't properly concentrate in a facility because of fans hitting me up for autographs and pictures...even the staff!

Getting sober fucking sucks! I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. For the first three weeks, I got no sleep whatsoever. I sat wide awake watching TV all night, every night and cried a lot sometimes bawling my eyes out. I had a sober coach, I started going to meetings, and I got drug tested once a week. After the initial horror of what becoming sober looks like, Kim started bringing the girls over again. Even that was a challenge. I couldn't apologize to them enough for being such a shitty father.

After the early dismay of all the troubles addiction had brought into my life, I started working out again and eating healthy. I even tried writing a couple verses, but nothing that I felt worthy of putting on an album.

Paul hooked me up with a new phone so as not to have all the numbers of my old dealers and degenerates I used to fuck with. Plus, that girl Liz had stolen mine. Or set me up to have mine stolen or whatever. It sucks that she was a scandalous hoe; I was really starting to like her. I should've known that everything I thought I was feeling at the time was all fake.

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"So how you feeling man?" Paul and I sat outside on my balcony about six weeks into recovery.

"It's been forty-six days...no drink, no drugs. I'm as clean as crystal. Fresh as a new white T. Polished as untouched fallen snow." I quickly scribbled all my analogies down in my notebook then looked up. "Kim came over last night to talk or whatever."

Paul rolled his eyes and rubbed his temples, "Please don't tell me you guys are back together. That will just screw up all your progress."

"Nah. Not at all. We ended up screaming at each other and I threw her out. That's never gonna work out. We're toxic."

"I've been trying to tell you that shit for years."

"I know." I actually laughed. "This is the first time I've been sober in a minute. I wasn't thinking straight for years."

"Good. Well, call if you need anything." Paul sighed as he rose from his seat to leave. "I'm really proud of you man. Make sure it sticks this time. Oh, and I left some mail for you on your kitchen table. Ya know, some fan mail to go through if you get bored."

****A/N: Hey guys! I think I've used this title for a chapter in probably every one of my stories, but I always find it fitting at some point.  So, how is everyone liking Mona Lisa? Do you think Marshall will get her letter? What do you think she could do to make her letter stand out and make sure he gets it? Hmmm... I don't know.  Maybe he won't get it at all.  

I hope everyone is enjoying and honestly, this might be the most fun I've had writing a story, for real!! I hope to see you all in the comments!  I like meeting the different readers.  And also, let me know if there is anything you ain't feelin.  

Have a good day! Take care of yourself! ~Jess