Eminem one shots

Runaways

Where Y/n has had enough of her abuse and neglect from her family, so she runs away only find her life-long best friend has the same idea.

Type: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: mentions of neglect/abuse, mentions of alcohol abuse

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Ignoring the stinging pain in my cheek I slam my door shut, pulling out the bag I used for school before it ended. I look at my reflection only to be met with a swelling eye and cheek, just fan-fucking-tabulous.

Let me explain, my dad being the narcissistic asshole he is, not giving a damn about my existence and my mom being the stoner and alcoholic she is would get pissed over the smallest thing, hence my battered face. Over my damn hair.

I wiped tears that I didn't even know were falling, grabbing a few clothes, some water bottles, and some food I stash away in case I didn't have any and walked out. I didn't care if they saw me, I'm 18 now so they can't do shit, what are they gonna do? Yell? Hit me? Like it's not been done before.

"And where do you think you're going you little bitch?" I hear my mom ask, sitting on the couch with my dad sitting on a recliner away from her watching some baseball game.

"I'm leaving." I spoke confidently, my voice wavering just a little bit once she stood up, the cup of whatever she had still in her hand.

"Yea? And where are you gonna go? I know that you ain't staying in my goddamn house anymore, and I know for a fact you don't have people to go to." She was now right infront of me as she started to pour her now lukewarm tea onto my head, just pissing me off.

"I'll go wherever the fuck I can, and I sure as hell won't be crawling back to this shithole." I said as I walked out and slammed the door, listening to my parents laugh.

I try to bite back my tears that were now forming as I stuffed my bags into the trunk of my car, hopping in and starting it as the tears started falling.

I wasn't lying though, I do know one person who'll be-

Your phone rings, the text 'M.M' going over the screen as you picked up, trying not to make it apparent that you're currently crying.

"Hello?" You said into the phone, a bunch of shuffling and slamming coming from Marshall's end.

"Y/n, listen, do you want to run away?"

"I already am shithead," He grunted as some yelling came from his end again.

"Great, pick me up and we'll get out of here together." You sighed and hung up, playing some music as you drove away to his house, receiving a few calls from your mom before blocking and deleting her number.

You eventually got to Marshall's house as you unlocked the car, allowing him to shove the rest of his stuff in the car, him hopping in the front seat.

"What's on your hair and like everything?" He said looking at you weirdly as you side-eyed him.

"That's not important," You said as he rolled his eyes. "What made you leave? Your asshole mom and you get into a fight again?" You said driving away from his house and eventually getting onto the highway.

"Yea, your mom to?" You nodded as you took out a lighter and a cigarette, taking a drag of it and throwing the lighter back into the centre console.

"Where you planning to go?" You asked as he looked at you, placing his hand in yours.

"Wherever you take me," You smiled (stopped at a light) and looked over as he took the cigarette out of your mouth and gave you a small kiss.

"Damn Marshall since when did you get all lovey-dovey?" You looked back at the road and started driving as he took a drag.

"I don't know, I must've picked something up on all the people my mom bring home," You and him laughed, him placing another kiss on your knuckles.

"Well at least she taught you something," He agreed as y'all drove off, starting a better life.