Infinite (Eminem Fanfic)

38. What Happens When You Bring A Blow-up Doll On Stage

So this is slightly chaotic cause it's about time we have some drama. I feel like I have kept this book surprisingly drama free so far actually, and it was getting a little boring, so we might as well wild out in the last chapters now that we are close to an ending lol.

Also, a trigger warning for implied suicide attempt

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Marshall's P.O.V.

So I had promised Kim that I won't do a certain song on stage, right?

But at the end of the day, of course I would, cause fuck her. I specifically added the song to my show here in Detroit cause I knew she was gonna be there. Her and her cunt friends too and maybe even that crackhead sister of hers.

And it may be petty of me to do this shit, but fuck it. Thing is that I still harbor a lot of resentment towards Kim. The past few months while our divorce was coming through, she kept on trying to fuck with me, took me to court and tried to fight me for the sole custody of my daughter, but something she ain't realize was that I came well prepared for that shit. Paul had hired me a real good lawyer, and the judge eventually granted me joint custody of Hailie so Kim can't even pull that shit no more where she would try and stop me from seeing my kid. Now she HAS to let me see my daughter or her ass going to jail. And as a matter of fact, that lawyer guy was so good at his job that if inrrally wanted to be a dick, I could've actually taken sole custody and take Hailie away from Kim instead, but I ain't wanna do that. Cause as much of a bitch Kim is, I know that my little girl loves her mother, and unlike Kim I ain't stepping so low as to hurt my kid in the process of trying to get back at Kim for how she used to do me.

This thing tonight though, this ain't gonna affect Hai at all, in fact she would never find out about this. And I get to humiliate Kim real good.

The show starts and me with Proof as my hype man, go through the usual lineup of songs.

I first come on stage wearing some denim overalls and a white hockey mask like I'm the motherfuckung Jason or some shit, with a chainsaw held in my hands, winding it up.

The same routine I always do and the people in the audience are eating it up as usual.

Then me and Proof get through the first couple of sings on the lineup. At some point all of my boys from D12 join us and we do some sings from their album, cause I'm forever trying to hype their shit up as well as mines.

After that I introduce Jordyn and we do Stan together.

And once she exits the stage, I'm supposed to perform Kill You, only it ain't my plan no more, and all of my crew on stage, aside from Proof who would no doubt bitch about this with his moral compass and all, knows about this.

The beat from the previous song drips and I'm holding the mic to my mouth, as I smirk, regarding the screaming Detroit crowd in front of me.

My hometown.

The same place where I had achieved the first smidgens of my fame and appreciation, but also the place that used to shit on me for the longest.

Not that I don't still love this city, this is my city and it would always stay mines.

"So I've been hearing all this shit on the news lately, about my ex-wife, Kim, and myself beefing and shit," I state into the mic as Proof looks at me confused as a motherfucker but still goes with it all the same, "But imma be the first one to tell you right now. It's all good between my ex and I," I smirk, scanning the crowd. I want to see this bitch right before i humiliate her ass, but the way my vision ain't exactly 20/20, in fact, I'm secerely near-sited, I can't actually locate her, but fuck it. I know she's still there and watching, "As matter of fact, Kim is right here!!" I announce, spreading my arms wide in a welcoming gesture. "Bring my ex-wife on stage," I then finish evilly with.