The Good Twin (Eminem Fanfic)

6. The Only One I Can Trust

Marshall's P.O.V.

December 1998

That day Kim had barged in on me at the emergency room at the hospital?

Shit wasn't even about nothing, dawg.

Just her being a goddamn hypocrite, as well as a jealous ass paranoid bitch.

But apparently, how it went was, she's had my cell phone in her possession that time, right?

Cause of her being allowed to keep all of my possessions, due to her connection to me.

So her having my phone that day, the same one I was able to afford cause of Dre signing me to his label, cause I had bought it with my advance money, something I could only even afford due to me being always broke as fuck, yo. And them kind of things back then, only a rich fucker could ever afford to have something like that.

But now i am both rich and famous, crazy as that shit sounds.

Never knowing that while I'd be sitting inside of one of the emergency rooms at a local Detroit hospital, that this one girl named Katie, would try and call my number, and that Kim would be the one to see it.

Now, Katie was a chick that was never either good or bad.

And neither she was ever somebody that truly had meant shit to me, nah.

Instead, she was simply a female that I had used to mess with during a short period of time back when Kim and myself was broken up.

Months before I had found out that Kim was actually pregnant with Hailie that is.

Then Kim had to ruin it, of course

Popping up just as me and this other chick was about to make it, she had practically jumped on me, telling me how much she actually loved me, which is classic Kim, to be one hundred percent honest.

Bitch don't even want me like that, nor like me at all.

And yet, whenever she so much as caught wind of myself possibly getting with another female, I swear, Kim would pop up quick as shit, ruining that opportunity for me just cause she could.

And to think that a part of me used to actually get hard as a motherfucker by her acting like this.

Fuck..

Katie and myself, I haven't even spoken to the chick in months, pretty sure she was way too heartbroken by me to ever give a motherfucker the time of a day again, not after how we have parted ways before.

But she was apparently calling me again.

And Kim had seen the call popping up on the caller ID of my phone.
And then the very next thing, the crazy ass broad is barging into my hospital room, hollering and screaming.

Kim is making a goddamn spectacle of herself right now, and I can't even stop her, man.

The next thing I know, both of us are getting kicked out.

And right before I get thrown outside, I eye that Juanita chick apologetically, cause she ain't even deserve none of it, yo. The girl was just doing her job.

"I'm sorry about this, yo. Nah, but for real, it's my bad," I mutter to her.

Seeing her catlike, cause of their shape, chocolate brown eyes widen..

February, 1999

My name, or more like, the Slim Shady name is getting announced over the loud speakers.

The I fucking waltz up on stage like I owe that motherfucker.

And I ain't even gonna front, shit does feel good as hell.

Rapping some of my brand new lyrics I wrote just for finally being able to perform at my hometown, I bounce up and down the stage, doody always by my side.

Proof  will forever be the main motherfucker in my corner, and I appreciate dude so much for it..

"WHAT'S MY NAME?!" I yell into the mic loud as fuck, and Proof echoes me.

The whole crowd chanting Slim Shady.

Dragging my hand over my newly bleached corny ass hair, I step back up.

"What's my name?!" I yell again into the mic.

And they all immediately encourage me, fueling my cocky ass energy like a motherfucker, and the shit does feel good.

Going from being a literal nobody to this.. whatever the fuck that is, I guess

And when I do a stage dive, the fuckers literally carry me, making me feel like a God himself or some shit, that feeling alone getting me high as a motherfucker.

Then, I'm back on the stage facing them, a microphone gripped tight in my left dominant hand some more, and I'm yelling some more shit into it.

Right before my whole thought process literally cuts off.

All I'm being able to zero in on in this moment is just how fucked up I am off of all them drugs my tour manager had put me up on earlier.

And them shits was some real good shit to be honest..

Leaving me not even being able to remember the words to my own goddamn songs to be honest.

Try as hard as I might, I ain't even remember my own song lyrics.

Until Proof starts rapping them to me fast as fuck, and I quickly join in, then do another stage dive.

The general public's love fueling me fast as a motherfucker, I stretch out my hands and fall.

And then I just keep right on falling, over and over again.

Seems like I've fallen right off of the stage, and the crazy thing is, that dude Naz, my newly assigned bodyguard by the label, he jumps in right behind me, guess the guy is real dedicated to his work.

Then I land on my back, laughing maniacally like a mental asylum patient, cause on some level, shit is still as funny to me as it's incredulous, yo.

And just a few seconds later, Naz lands right next to me, and the big guy immediately groans.

Squinting my eyes at him, I can immediately see that something is wrong with his arm, like he had hit that motherfucker on something, his hand might even be broken or some shit..

"Ayo, Naz, you aight, my guy, you in pain? You need immediate medical attention, some pain killers, a shot of liquor, what??" I'm immediately asking him as I circle him.

Cause as much as I resent dude for how the label has practically forced me to work with him, I ain't never meant for no actual harm to come to him.

"No, I'm good, Slim," Naz mumbles grudgingly while giving me a stoic ass look.

"Nah, you ain't doing well at all, dawg. So shut the fuck up," I respond back, unconsciously clenching my jaw.

Then, only a few minutes later, we all pull up to a certain Detroit's hospital emergency room.

And while at the waiting room, I request for a certain nurse specifically to attention to us.

Just cause I feel like she's the only one I can trust in this godforsaken place.