My Best Friend Eminem, My Love Marshall Mathers

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fourteen

          I woke up the next morning early then normally, my head slightly hurt me, and I feel amazing. Then I remembered what happened last night with Em, what have I done? I felt panicky but then, remembering how he touched me last night excited me more. We were almost naked at one point, and I didn't want it to stop. Maybe he felt something for me, but what about Will? Maybe I should explain that this could never be, I'll hurt him, but it's with love. His fingers leaving goosebumbs down my body, his lips on every part of my skin, and he moans my name as he presses against me, 'Natalia'. Remembering how he said my name left a sharp tingle of butterflies in the pit of my stomach. That was no Slim Shady that was.....someone no one has ever met.

          I place my engagement ring on with shame, and crawled out of bed to realize Marshall was nowhere to bed found. I look on the table and saw a note.

Natalia,

It was wonderful last night, but I'm sorry that I did that to you and your future husband, it won’t happen again. I hope we can stay friends.

Marshall

   I was in disappointment, last night was no accident for us, and it was amazing. I threw on my hoodie and walk to Marshall's room. I was hesitant to knock, what if it was an accident? I forcibly knock on the door and waited. What was I going to say? Marshall opened the door and was in his PJs. "Morning" he whispered, "Good morning" I muttered. "Wanna come in, Talia?" he asked.

          "May I?" I ask. "Sure, it's ok" he said awkwardly. I came into the darken room as he closed the door. "Look, Talia...last night..." said Marshall. I pick my head up ready to hear what he had to say, 'amazing, I love you, more' I would never hear those words from him. "Last night, was accidental, we had a little moment, turned into something else...we can keep it between us and let's stay good friends" said Marshall. I smiled slightly at us staying friends, he caress my cheek, checking for tears of sadness. "Don't cry now" said Marshall. "I never do" I said softly. "It was just a moment" I added. "Yeah just a moment" Marshall said as if he was uncertain if it was or not.

          Detroit to me, look more like the war site of WWII and less like a US state. Everywhere I look on the set; it had graffiti here and there, trash here and there, and thugs. I was very uncomfortable even with Marshall there I didn't feel protected. It was fear, I never like this, and even in the ghettoes of places in Newark I would never feel fear. My mind was going to many different places, last night with Marshall and the worry of my own protection. I could not get over last night, every time I thought about it, I would have oceans of butterflies swarm my stomach. And I would smile like an idiot. I think it was official now I was falling for Marshall. But I can't be, is there a way to not fall for someone?

          I turned around and notice an ambulance surrounding the area. Someone probably got hurt. I couldn't make it out who it was, the sharp wind blew across my eyes making them tear and sting. Slowly I turned all the ways around to see who it was; I notice Marshall standing around and began to worry if it was him. I walk casually over to him, with my hands tuck into my arm pits, from the freezing cold. "Marshall, are you ok?" I said. "Yeah, someone got hurt on the set, nothing major" said Marshall. "Oh" I was practically in pain from the cold. "Are you ok?" ask Marshall. He took off his jacket and put it over me, and rubbed my shoulders to warm me. "Here Natalia, It's really cold" he said. He pulled me close to his chest. I felt warm after he pressed me against his chest. I was too cold to mind the butterflies.

          When I began to feel warm enough I wonder around the ambulance and the police cars. My head was down to avoid the piercing wind. Without warning, I bump into a police officer, who had a cup of coffee in her hands that got all over her uniform. "OH my God! I'm so sorry!" I cried. The police officer brushed her uniform off as I said sorry at least ten times! "No, it's alright" she said coldly. Not even understanding, if she could she would arrest me for it. I pick my head up and notice she look familiar, in a way she reminded me of my mom, and my grandma. Actually a splitting image, my mom did say she had a twin sister, My Aunt Janna. She had a wonderful husband and children, after years she ran off without warning. My uncle died the next year, and the children ran away. One was only ten and the other was thirteen. A wonderful family torn apart by one parent’s bad deed. My grandmother spent thousands trying to find her. Grandma didn't sleep, eat, her life basically stop and she died of cancer the next year. Thinking about it made me angry. But how do I know it was Janna?

          I played stupid and said, "I'll be happy to clean that for you, what is your name?" I ask her. "Janna Montti" she said. My heart drop to my throat and my temper spiraled out of control. I felt my face burn from my blood pressure; I sighed deeply through my nose and stood tall, as Janna wrote her report. "Aunt Janna?" I said coldly. She stopped writing her report and realized who it was, she looked at me, "Natalia?" she questioned. I squeezed Marshall's jacket in my hands till I felt my palms bleed. "Hello honey! What you doing here? My God look at you! You're all grown up!" she exclaimed to me. "And short tempered!" I said coldly. I regarded my mother because of her short temper. Janna smile wipe off her face after I said that. "Oh come on, Natalia you can't be mad at your aunt after all these years!" said Janna.

          "Where have you been, Janna?" I growled coldly. "Natalia, you're need on set" shouted Marshall. "How...How are the kids?" ask Janna, nervously. "Dead for all I know! Where have you been?!" I growled louder. I saw Janna became frighten of her sister's daughter's temper. "Natalia" Marshall said. "Natalia go back to work" she said coldly. "Natalia!" shouted Marshall. "You bitch!" I said. Janna turned around, "excuse me?" she said. My heart pounded out of my chest. "You fucking, evil, bitch!" I shouted. "What are you going to do? Beat me up!" she shouted, she removed her handcuffs from her belt, "Here's my handcuffs, lay one hand on me, see what happens!" she yelled.

          "Natalia" Marshall grabbed my arm and I automatically punch Janna in the nose causing her to fall. Marshall pulled me away as I tried to break free to beat her more. "NO! NO! YOU EVIL BITCH! YOU MURDERER!" I screamed. Everyone rush to Janna's side to help her as Marshall tried with all his might to pull me back. But my temper with my strength won the best of him. "Natalia, Please baby! It won’t do any good!" said Marshall, as if he knew what the situation. "YOU KILLED MY GRANDMOTHER! YOU HURT MY COUSINS!" I screamed louder to the point I was going to vomit. I broke free of Marshall and went after Janna, after a few punch and kicks, Marshall pulled me back again. "I got her! I got her!" shouted Marshall. I started screaming on top of my lungs, "Talia, please honey breathe" said Marshall. He brought me back to my dressing room; in the warm air.

          I attempted to break free from Marshall and try to go back outside, but he was strong. Marshall held me back from the door, "Natalia, please honey stop!" shouted Marshall. "She’s a fucking murderer!" I shouted at him. "Shhh, shhh, Natalia, please calm down, you're beat red" Marshall said calmly. I finally had enough strength to calm myself and took a couple of deep breathes. "That a girl" whispered Marshall. Marshall grabbed me by the shoulders, "Natalia, what were you thinking?" Marshall asked. "That women, fuck my family over" I said. Marshall had a frustrating look on his face, "What? What? What are you talking about?" ask Marshall. "She my aunt, she abandoned my uncle, he killed himself a year after and my thirteen year old and my ten year old cousin were left to defend themselves" I said. "Ten and thirteen, Marshall! Ten and thirteen!" I exclaimed. "Yes, yes I know, but you beat up a police officer" said Marshall. "I'll gladly smile in my mug shot" I said.

          I felt my chest beginning to feel sore. Mr. Bilback came through the door, "Natalia?" he ask. "Yes?" I said coldly, "The paramedics wanna take a look at you" said Mr. Bilback. "I'm fine, sir" I said. "Still let them look at you" he said softly. I folded my hands in frustration; if I see Janna out there I might surely attack her. I look at Marshall, "just let them look you over" he said softly. Mr. Bilback held out his hand and walked me outside, Marshall following me behind.

          I sat on the back of the ambulance, letting the paramedics look me over; some of them graduating me on the account Janna told them why I did it, since she had no choice. No charges will be held against me. "Natalia, do you feel pressure in your chest?" ask the doctor. "No, just sore" I said. "Well that could be from screaming" he said. Marshall sat next to me and rubbed my back. "I must've look like a total fool" I groaned. "No you didn't you were angry" said Marshall, I rest my head against his shoulder. "Do you think you'll be ok to film?" ask Marshall. I shake my head yes, "mhmm". "Let her rest for a bit, Marshall" said Mr. Bilback. I felt so loved, and so protected. "I'm not doin anything without you" whispered Marshall to me. I felt the burning sting burst of butterflies’ interrupt in my stomach.

          "You hear me?" exclaimed Marshall. I nodded my head. "Want me to stay?" ask Marshall. I nodded my head yes. "Ok, I'm right here" he said. Soon he began humming tones. I began, cuddling in his arms. "Come on, I'll take you in the dressing room" said Marshall. He walked me to the dressing room and laid me down on the couch. "Marshall?" I ask. "Yeah?" he questioned, "thank you", he smiled at me, "shhh, shhhh" he put the covers over me. "Rest" he whispered.