My Best Friend Eminem, My Love Marshall Mathers

Chapter ten

Chapter ten

          The next morning rolled around, I stalk Em from the bedroom door, and he looked so peaceful sleeping. I walk in the room and wake him up, he slowly opened his eyes. "I got a call from the studio" I said. "Mmm? What did they say?" he asked. "They need to do some designs on some of the sets, so we have a day off" I whispered. My heart race, as his restful chest inhaled and exhaled softly. My own tender voice gave me comfort. "I got to get home" he groaned. "Are you going to be ok?" I ask. "I think so" said Em. He got up slowly, and fell back down to the bed. He rubbed his head, "I got such a headache" he moaned. "Want some headache pills?" I ask. "No, no, I don't take pills anymore" said Em.

          "You're going to be in a lot of pain" I said. "I'll deal with it" he said while crawling back into bed. I smiled slightly, "How…How are you liking L.A?" ask Em. "It's different" I said, "Nothing like home" I added. "You know...you don't look Polish" said Em. "What do I look like then?" I ask softly. He examined my face, "Portuguese?" he ask. I chuckled a hearty laugh, "Ha! Far from them! I'm Sicilian" I said. It was silent for a moment, "It's strange you know me but I don't know you" said Em. "Well I know some stuff about you, not everything" I said. "What do you know?" he asked. I thought back on times, "Your name is...Marshall Mathers III you were born...October 17, 1972...I believe and you have three daughters" I said. His eyes widen at amazement, "Oh you like to masturbate a lot" I added. I saw a faint grin come on his face and then a little giggle turning into a laugh. It was something different.

          "A little too much information, Natalia" said Em. I leaned in close, "Well you're the one who said you like doing it on national television...not me" I giggled. "Yeah I was real immature then" he said. "We all have that it's nothing" I said. "Natalia?" ask Em. "Hmm?" "Are you going to stay with me the whole day?" ask Em. I was dumb founded at the sensitive question, "If you want me too" I stuttered. "Please?" ask Em. "I'll be right here, Em" I said, I rubbed the side of his muscular arm. Oh my! "Natalia?" he asked. "Yes?" I ask. "Call me, Marshall" he said softly. "Marshall?" I questioned, "Handsome name" I softly said. My heart race out of my chest, I so badly wanted to caress his face and chest.

          We talk the entire afternoon, about everything, what we like to do, like to eat. Then my engagement ring, all this time I forgot about Will and yet it felt like it didn't matter to me. Marshall questioned my ring and made me think if he would question our new friendship. "Does he treat you right?" ask Marshall. "Yes, like an angel..but?" I trailed off. Marshall's eyes widen, "there is something not right" I said. "He's lucky" muttered Marshall. "Hmm?" I questioned. "Are you happy with him?" ask Marshall. "I...never felt happier" I said. Marshall gave a sharp sigh, "good" he said. It gave me the notion he wasn't too happy about it.

          For the first time in weeks, I removed my wedding band from my finger, and place it in my pocket. It left a deep mark around my finger and when I bent it, it felt numb. I can no longer take the tension, I got to feel him. "Does your head still hurt you?" I ask him. "A little" he moaned. "In school I learned a special way to get rid of headaches without meds" I said. I lied. "What is it?" he asked. I place my hand on his shoulder, he cringe when I touch him as if I gave a chill. I can understand why he would cringe, "its ok, Marshall, put a little faith in me" I whispered. He sighed and relaxed his body; I rubbed my hand up and down his shoulders, his back, his neck, hands, and torso. I glided effortless, like a feather. His skin was soft and hard. "You should feel a little more relax now" I whispered. I couldn't force myself to leave even if I needed too or want too. "I do" he whispered. His voice came to me like lightening. Soon I felt relax, then Marshall began to doze to sleep. "Sleep, Sleep" I mouth.

          I sat there the whole time watching Marshall sleep peacefully. Carefully and quietly I place a small and soft kiss on his forehead. Natalia, what are you doing? Why do I feel like this around him? You don't know him; he's not your type. But I can't help it he's different. But he's older than me, it's like rape almost. I pulled the covers over his shoulders; he slightly adjusted himself to a comfortable position. "If I only knew what my future will be like with you...I hate unplanned futures" I whispered.