in the moment | eminem |

mid january 2003 (3)

natalia diana miller
twenty - four
new york city
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"she wants me to stop seeing you." she told him, straddling on his lap. "she said that you're bad for my image, and with a history like yours... history will basically repeat itself." natalia said referring to his ex-wife and their situation.

marshall shrugged. "and?" he said.

a lot of natalia's close friends despised dawn, they felt like she took natalia away from reality, making her feel like life was money.

people like her mom, and maddie felt as if dawn was the wrong person to help the career of natalia.

not that she needed any help, she was damn near the most successful actress there was next to scarlett johansson.

but most of her fame was built from her perfect little girl image.

that's why for dawn it was perfect for her to date someone like justin timberlake or ryan reynolds.

dawn felt like as long as natalia held her image, they both were making millions- almost billions with her shares in stocks.

"i mean i don't want to stop seeing you, i think-."

"then you don't fuckinng have to, you're your person, donna can't fucking control you."

she snickered lightly. "it's dawn."

"same thing, we grown, can't nobody tell us what the fuck to do with our own lives." he told her.

"if you wanna go show your ass to the world tomorrow you could, who gives a fuck."

"i can't do that though. my career-."

"bulls fuckin shit natalia, get out of your mind that you need your career." he told her readjusting on the couch. "your career needs you, not the other way around."

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"natalia i swear to fucking god if you don't shut them bitches up im going to kill someone." marshall told her, letting go of her to turn to the other side of the bed.

"mmm." she responded as the banging on the door and the shouting got louder.

his eyes shot open before glaring at her sleeping oh so peacefully.

he still had on his shirt and joggers that he picked her up in last night so he knew he'd have to go home sometime soon.

"natalia i swear to god if you don't open this damn door." the voice said.

probably one of her friends. he thought to himself before shaking her.

"nat get the fuck up."

"nooo." she said snuggling inside her pillow.

he smacked his teeth. "your fucking friends are going to get you kick out." he told her as she shrugged patting on the side of the bed he slept on last night.

"come lay back down." she told him. "they'll leave soon i promise." she told him grabbing his hand.

he sighed. "nat i gotta leave anyway... i got a flight to catch." he told him sitting beside her.