Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 53 - Papa Don't Preach

Leila POV

I looked at the face that shared the same genetics as mine, I would admit that I was expecting a visit, after all only months ago I had my mother at my door.

I knew my father would soon make himself known, and turn up expecting the world, as if I owed it to him because I was born.

"Baby Girl"

"Don't call me that" I snorted, arms crossed defensively, standing in the doorway of my home "What are you doing here?"

While Alec was right, I still indeed loved my mother, the memory that I clung on to that I had of her, from when I was a small child, before the addiction and the mental deterioration had consumed her.

My father, on the other hand, I despised.

I had blamed him for many things in my life.

The poverty, the drugs, the alcoholism, my beautiful mother's mental and physical deterioration, hell, I even blamed him for Tommy's death.

I told myself how irrational it was, because he wasn't even there when Tommy got shot, we don't even know where my father was at that point, he had been on a bender for days.

I blamed him mostly because if he was even a small part of the father he should have been he would have been raising his family, instead of my brother having to step up and being a father figure and doing the job for him.

Instead of days out partying with my mother, they should have been home in bed, ready to rise the next day to see their children off to school and head to work, to ensure we had money for food and a safe roof over our heads, in a nice suburb of Detroit, instead of getting robbed every other week so often that there wasn't anything else to steal, let alone eat at the best of times.

If they had done that, then possibly, Tommy wouldn't have fallen into the life of dealing drugs to support us and he wouldn't have gotten shot.

How different our lives could have been.

Perhaps I wouldn't have ended up in law enforcement, being treated like shit and beaten by perpetrators.

I wouldn't be doing what I am now, making men pay for their ill deeds to their innocent wives.

My hate for my father had truly started it all.

Perhaps I would have ended up in the music industry instead, I did love the background of music, much as Tommy and Alec did.

Would I still have met Marshall that faithful night? Or would I have been out with a horde of giggling girlfriends, celebrating my 21st birthday in the city?

I turned back to my father who was talking to me while I had done out.

"What did you just say?"

"I saw your Ma, she said you gave her some money... Well not actually her, she mentioned a new fella you were dating gave her a wad of cash"

"I thought Alec dropped her into the clinic"

"Your mother, clean? She was more fucked up than I had ever seen her, acting all high and mighty, standing next to James" He snorted, his vile twisted features making the anger in me spike "Once a whore, always a whore"

My heart had sunk as soon as I heard the name, it only meant one thing if she had started her relationship up again with James.

James had been her longtime Pimp, while my father's reaction was called for, it still made him no better.

"I'm not giving you any money"

"Why not baby girl, you know I'm good for it" He pleaded.

"I'm sick of it all, I don't know if you're both either dead or alive most of the year until you turn up wanting a goddamn handout, I can't do it anymore" I breathed as I shook my head, I was exhausted by acting as a halfway house for the people who were meant to be my parents "I'm done with the both of you, you're dead to me"