Through The Storm (Eminem Fan Fiction)

I Did Some Things but That's the Old Me

Val POV

"I don't even know you!" I screamed in his face.

"Baby, it's 8:30 in the morning. I'm trying to sleep here, and I got a headache." The brim of Marshall's hat was over his eyes to keep the sun out. He raised his head to look at me, "Did he sign everything?"

"Yeah! He signed it." I backed up and started walking down the sidewalk.

"Val, c'mon. We got a plane to catch in less than an hour!" He called from the car.

"I need a minute! I need a couple of minutes!" I yelled back and continued my fast-paced walk.

I only walked around the block and five or ten minutes later I was having the limo door held open for me once more.

Marshall held his hand at his mouth and removed it to widen his eyes, "So I guess you know about..."

"Don't talk to me right now." I crossed my legs and huddled in the corner of the car.

"Oh, so it's like that?" He had attitude in his voice.

"Yeah, it's like that!"

"Aight."

I didn't talk to him for the rest of the car ride.

I didn't talk to Marshall during the flight either. I wanted today to be my victory and he took that away from me.

The flight time from New York to Detroit is only two hours, so we were home by noon. After Hailie left, Marshall disappeared downstairs to the studio for the rest of the afternoon into the evening, so I had time alone with my daughters.

It was autumn now and we stayed outside jumping in the leaves until it got dark. I ordered a pizza, did bath time, and put them to bed. I picked out their clothes for school and was making Cassaundra's lunch for the next day when Marshall finally returned upstairs.

He didn't even make eye contact with me, grabbed two slices of pizza, and went back downstairs.

Was he serious right now?!

Whatever, I went upstairs to take a bubble bath.

When I had woken up that morning to the text from Paul, I was so happy that Jarred had already agreed to the meeting. I thought it was because I had broken him, and he didn't want to make me suffer any longer. Now I know it was just because Marshall intervened and threatened him. It had nothing to do with me using my voice whatsoever. It had nothing to do with me being strong.

I hung my head back in the bubbles to weep.

Marshall POV

Maybe I didn't think this through, but it really wasn't that big of a deal. He's a punk motherfucker, I gave him what he had coming to him. Now, Val was pissed the fuck off at me and I didn't even know why. I lied about where I was last night, but what was I supposed to say? "I'm lucky enough to have friends who know people and I watched them beat your ex-husband to a bloody pulp last night?"

There's no one who can convince me that the motherfucker didn't deserve every punch. That punk used to beat on my girl all the time and manipulate her. I'd be a chump if I didn't fuck him up when I got my shot.

Val ignored me all day; her silent treatment was brutal. At one point I worked up the balls to go upstairs, but I could tell she wasn't over it, so I just got pizza and bounced. I worked up the nerve again and this time I had to wander around a little until I finally found her in the bathtub. Crying.

"Babe, what's wrong?" She ignored my presence. "You don't like the way I handled things?"

"I thought he agreed to sign because of me. Because of the things I said."

"He did baby."

She shook her head violently at me, "Where were you last night Marshall? And don't lie!"

"I wasn't in the studio last night." I looked down in shame because I had never lied to Val before.

"I know. You were out beating my ex up!"

"So what? I wanna fucking torture the motherfucker Val! After all the shit he's done to you." I inhaled and exhaled deeply. "And I wasn't the person who did it. I just watched."

"So, you had somebody else do it; you didn't want to get your hands dirty."

"Val, I got friends in high places. I don't need to get my fucking hands dirty."

Val thought for a moment and nodded, "It felt really satisfying this morning to see him with all those bruises all over his face. But Marshall what if you would have gotten hurt? What if you would have gotten in trouble? You can't be taking those types of risks. We have kids to think about."

"Yeah, I know." I answered sincerely. I was ready for the argument to be over already so we could have makeup sex, "So?"

"I don't like violence Marshall. Just the fact that you are capable of that and then lied about it is," Val took a breath, "scary."

"I'm not usually like that, that's the old me. I don't mean to scare you baby. I want to protect you. And everything you said yesterday, that wasn't for nothing. I could tell by the look on his sorry face that he knows you got a lot of shit on him Val. He had no other choice than to relinquish his parental rights." I reached in the water and rubbed her shoulder, "I just helped it along."

Val was quiet as she scooped some bubbles on the loofa and then blew them at me.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm sorry baby, I was wrong. Please forgive me."

Val snickered to herself, "I'm divorced now. It's finally over." She smiled slowly and splashed water on her face.

"It's over baby. And we're back home." I stripped my shirt. "You're safe here with me. The girls are safe. Let's get on with our lives."

I stepped out of my pants and into the jacuzzi tub. Val scooted forward so I could find my place behind her to hold her firmly, kissing her shoulders and caressing her belly.

Val leaned her head into me and rubbed my arms in the water, "I don't want to fight any more about that idiot, he's a waste of my time. I love you Marshall, I know you would never hurt me."