Read My Lips (Eminem Fanfic)

13. Hard To Read

Amari's P.O.V.

To Tonya: Girl, I don't know what to do. This white boy is getting on my nerves.

I type the message into my phone's keyboard then sit tapping my foot impatiently against the long chair I'm sitting on at this bar at the hotel's lobby where Marshall and I are staying.

I've been sort of hiding out here for the past couple of hours or so. Hiding probably not being exactly the right word, given that I have ran into Proof here earlier and he most likely already snitched to Marshall exactly where I am, him being his boy and all. So I'm not exactly hiding from Marshall, but I guess I needed a break from him and his... I don't even know which words to use to describe it exactly. Insanity? Intensity?

We had a huge fight earlier and I pretty much cussed him out and walked out on him.

And the motherfucker actually tried stopping me from leaving. Like physically stopping me. He sent those guard dogs of his after me again. But I was able to run out on them.

My phone buzzes in my hand interrupting my thoughts and I look at the screen.

From Tonya: Girl what he do now?

Another message right after that one.

From Tonya: Plus I thought y'all was good

I roll my eyes, thinking to myself, when are we ever good, because Marshall irritates the fuck out of me at times.

To Tonya: He fucking threw a fit cause he asked me to move to Detroit for him and I said hell no not after 3 months of dating. I barely know his ass

From Tonya: Well damn

I sigh, thinking back to how it all actually started.

Marshall and I are laying in bed together after we just finished fucking, and we doing a sort of a cuddling ritual that couples do after. Well, I'm guessing not every couple, but with Marshall it's loke a must which I find both cute and weird as hell, because the way he's always so rough with me during sex, it's always such a stark contrast when he's holding me after, attempting to clear my hair out of my face, stubborn ass curls falling where they want to fall anyways, him pressing his lips softly to my forehead, wrapping one arm around me and pulling me to his chest.

Marshall confuses me sometimes. He seems to have conflicting personalities. He's on some Dr Jekyl and Mr Hide shit sometimes. So good and so bad at the same time.

And right now, for whatever reason, I feel so content in his presence and it feels so natural to just he with him like this. I close my eyes and rest my head more comfortable against his chest, drawing circles on it absent-mindedly with my pointer finger of my right hand. I'm right about to fall asleep when he taps my shoulder.

I drag my eyelids open lazily and move my head slightly so that I could look at him. Marshall's calm expression is now slightly sheepish like.

"What?" I frown.

"Nothing baby," he smirks. "It's just that I've been talking to ya this whole time, expecting a response like a dumbass. I forgot that you can't hear again," he confesses bluntly, and I can't help but laugh at that as I roll my eyes.

Apparently, Marshall ocasionally forgets that I'm deaf. It's actually funnier when we argue and he apparently be yelling all kinds of shit at me, with me being none the wiser and then this idiot gets all pissed off that I'm not even reacting to his shit talking at all.