Meeting Marshall Mathers: The Later Years

Motel, Room 6.

The snow was coming down quite hard and sticking as I sat in the car park with the engine purring away. I looked at my phone.. still no reply from my message I'd sent almost 20 minutes ago. A wave of anger crashed through me as I cursed to myself before releasing the handbreak to drive back home. What was I even doing here anyway? A cheap fucking motel far out of the way. I needed to stop doing this to Luke. But I was addicted. As I put my foot down to speed off and out of the car park I suddenly slammed on as his car came rolling into the entrance, I couldn't quite believe it. He signalled for me to put down my window,

"Where you goin'?" He looked somewhat annoyed,

"I was about to leave, thanks for the text back" I was super short with him,

"Look I didn't have to fucking be here did I? Just... park up and go get the key for the room"

I huffed and put my window up as I reversed back and into a spot. It was fucking freezing so the quicker we was in the room the better.

"Welcome miss Bella! We no see you for a while. Room 6 yes?" the sweet Mexican lady Greta who owned the motel warmly smiled at me,

"Please Greta. I hope you've not been letting people sleep in my favourite room" I chuckled as I waited for her to get the key,

"No no, of course not Bella. That is your room. I put on your favourite sheets and your favourite air fresheners just like before, come.." she came from around the desk,

"Oh don't worry you don't need to walk me to my room in this weather"

"Ah! You are my favourite guest! Of course I welcome you, come" she insisted which made me smile.
As we crossed the parking lot I could see he was waiting in his vehicle, engine off like nobody was in there.
To say it was a motel the rooms were very modern and immaculate, she took so much pride in the place and you could tell she was super family orientated too, she always seemed to mother me,
"You like?" She opened the door, I could smell the warm vanilla scent which I now associated with him, and she'd put on some brushed Cotten sheets too, it looked so cosy,

"I don't like, I love!" I smiled widely,

"Ahhhh! Enjoy my beautiful" she kissed me on the cheeks and left me to it. I nervously sat myself down on the sofa, why was I so nervous? It wasn't like I hadn't done this time and time again.
The door handle made me jump as it jolted, in he came, looking a little wet from the snow,

"Fuck it's cold out" he took down his hood and removed his big bulky coat before peeking ever so slightly out of the window, he would always do this, and he would stand there for 10 minutes to make sure nobody had followed him,

"Marshall.." I needed his attention,

"You know the protocol I can't fucking risk it" he kept looking out of the window,

"Now's really not the time for your paranoia, nobody ever follows you here, nobody knows"

"All it takes is one fucking person to clock on to my plates and tip off the paparazzi, then we're both fucked"

"How long have we been coming here?" At that he sighed and closed the curtain,

"I know." Those beautiful blue eyes looked back at me, I craved his gaze more than anything on this earth,
"You know, deep down... I think I'm almost.. asking to be outed. I mean, comin' here in my own car rather than that hired piece of shit I used to come here in?"

"Same. I'm.. here in my car too"

"We been careless for some time Jodie" he spoke with concern,

"I know" I sighed heavily and ran my hand through my hair, still tense from my fight with Luke,