My Best Friend Eminem, My Love Marshall Mathers

Chapter forty-nine

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BTW a little editors note...I can only speak few Italian words and it's pretty choppy and when Natalia says she can't speak but she can follow it that is me putting a part of myself in the story. Godtevi la storia. Enjoy the story! :))  This chapter will show some part of Natalia's life growing up and it's such a twist in the story lol

Chapter forty-nine

            There weren’t any fancy places in Newark and I convinced Marshall not to find one like that. He felt pretty down about it so I caved and told him not to fancy. We drove a couple of streets; following the GPS, and I knew every single street and where it was taking us! “Oh no!” I exclaimed palming myself on my forehead. Marshall chuckled, “I knew you would do that” he said. I laughed loudly at the excitement.

            We came to Tony’s Resturaunt where we ate the meatball subs. It was mordernly fancy, you can always walk in with jeans and a t-shirt but Marshall was wearing a nice button down and I was wearing skinny jeans and a dress up shirt.

“Hello Natalia my dear” said Tony.

I chuckled hardly, “Hello Tony” I said, he came up and kissed me on my cheeks, and started speaking Intlian to me which I’m not very good at; I can follow it but not speak it.

“Grazie, Garize!” Thank you! Thank you! I said. I gave him a hug after he told me he is donating twenty thousand to my father’s companies. Tony went up and welcomed Marshall, “Mr. Marshall so nice to see you again!” said Tony I smiled under my tears and looked up to Heaven and said, “I love you dad!” I turned around and saw Marshall smiling at Tony’s greeting.

“Um, Marshall…My daughters are very big-a fans of your music…” said Tony. “I was wondering if you would autograph-a something-a for them”. Marshall chuckled giving a wide smile; he has never smiled like that before. “Sure!” he exclaimed, Tony went back and pulled out two pieces of paper. “What’s your girls names?” he asked as he pulled out a pen from his pocket. I giggled at the thought he runs into these kind of situations.

“Syibila and Isabella” said Tony.

“How are they?” I asked Tony, “They are-a fine” he said.

            After Marshall signed the pieces of paper Tony sat us down in the back where no one could see us. It felt like a moment in ‘Lady and The Tramp” I felt giddy about it. Tony handed us our menus and left us only with a dim candle to guide Marshall and me. We examed the menus and decided what we wanted. “Natalia can I ask you something?” he asked, “Sure baby” I said. “What did your dad actually do the gained all this respect for you?” he asked. I sighed and shaked my head, “I mine as well tell you…My dad…Was part of the underground mafia” I said softly. Marshall’s eye brows raised, “He was good though, no bootlegging…no drugs…rare violence” I said.

            Marshall scoffed, “Sounds like a sissy mafia” he said. “He carried a gun” I said sarcastily. “So why did you hate him so?” he asked, “Because he wanted to divorce my mom…I felt that he wasn’t going to protect my mom anymore…I felt neglected in my own home that someone was going to break down my door and hurt me” I said sternly. Marshall placed his hand on my shoulder, “no one did right?” he asked, “No but I lived with it all my life” I said. I could tell through his eyes his heart broke for me. He never lived in the kind of fear like I did.

            After a few moments of silence Marshall said, “I had to live in poverty…” he said, he stayed silent as if he was trying to think of something to say, “If it hurts you don’t talk about it” I said. “No, like…I remember all those times I went to bed hungry and all those times for free lunches in school, Natalia I pray that nobody goes through that”. My heart sunk slightly; Marshall going without food. “I’m really happy you shared that with me” I said as I caressed his cheek bones.