Never 2 Far |An Eminem Fanfiction Unlike No Other|

|Catharine Part II|

*The Following Tuesday

I awoke to my 6:35 alarm. Even though I had one appointment today, I wanted to go on a walk. It's Tuesday, the day I finally get to talk it out with Marshall and Hailie. I'm sweating bullets already and the appointments at 1:30. Anything I said wrong, could count against Marshall and I's growing relationship. If that's what we could call this craziness. I mean, I liked him if not loved him. I know it's moving a bit fast, but I've never felt this way about any guy before.

I pushed out of my thick sable comforter and got out of bed. My decade old mattress I brought with me from Alaska creaked as I got out. I decided on a pair of gray, fitted leggings and a purple hood less synthetic jacket.

Slipping into my aged Nikes, grabbing my phone and earbuds and a water bottle, I walked out of my front door after locking up my house. It's pleasantly cold outside, but it's not that bad compared to Alaskan winters. There's day old snow on the ground and the suns coming up. It's an explosion of pale blue, lavender, tangerine and rose across the sky. I adored sunrises.

I'm playing "The current pop hits" on my Pandora when I hear a voice that's strangely like Marshall's.  I'm more into music from the British Invasion, acid rap and also classical, so it's a pretty big surprise I'm even on the pop hits at all.

I look down to see a song in parentheses, it's called "Vegas". Underneath, it's credited to two guys, Eminem and Royce Da 5'9 (which is awfully descriptive for a rap name). I knew Marshall was Eminem. I knew from the first day I met him. But I didn't expect him to be this outrageous, even now. I'm running now, blasting it until it went off.

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I'm getting in my car, it's about 11:20. I'm wearing an inky black tight fit pants, long sleeved wine red top and velvet wine red wedges. My make up is fairly light, liquid eyeliner, fair foundation and shimmery lip gloss. My thick, sable hair was up in a high ponytail, falling down my back in its natural waves. I was playing The Beach Boys, texted Marshall during a red light and drove across the beautiful downtown bridge.

The city of downtown Detroit pulled into my view. It's tall, but partly abandoned skyscrapers decorate the sunny morning. I pull in front of the large, reddish brick building at 12:50. I see Mae's car in the parking lot and park next to it. I exit and slam the door closed. My phone buzzed and I see a text from Marshall.

Marshall| We're going to be there soon
Me| Okay, take your time

I entered the building and saw Mae's mousy blonde bun. She's so petite it's the only thing that was visible from the door. I run my hand along the smudged glass counter inside. I take the elevator and check a few things. I unlocked the sienna door to my office and stepped in, being over taken by the scent of vanilla cupcakes. I flipped on a lamp light and opened up the large window to take a view at the beautiful town I can thankfully call my home

I get a text from my old friend that used to live in Alaska. We met in elementary school and stayed friends because Alaskan schools are deserted wastelands. She's a half Russian half Inuit girl with cropped black hair and watery blue eyes. She wore glasses and had a presence about her. She was overweight by not in the face. She hasn't spoken to me since 2012. LillieAnne's got two ten year old daughters, AnastasiaMarie and ElizabethJane

LillieAnne| Hey, I just saw you on TV with a guy. Who?

"Huh?" I inquired aloud.

Me| Huh? What does he look like?
LillieAnne| Short, skinny, blonde
Me| Omg, this is terrible

Just as I sent that text, someone knocked on the door. Knowing it was my appointment, I opened it up and welcomed them.

Marshall gives me a quick hug and his torso smells like cologne and fabric softener. He's wearing a black hoodie and gray pants. His blonde hair was hidden underneath one of his hats and he reminds me of a recluse.

Hailie was watching us and we quickly disband. I sit them down on my overstuffed Rose colored couch with worn fabric. I scooted forward to face them equally. She was wearing a Pink sweatshirt and gray jeans. Her long hair was up in a messy bun and her face was free of all make up.

"So, what's the problem here?" Therapist Catharine was out and she wasn't going back.

"Hailie's just been totally off the wall lately. Running away, spending nights over my boyfriends house. It's just so insane and I don't know how to handle it." Marshall outbursts. I'm actually a little surprised about how difficult she seemed. The nervousness poured back into me.

"Hailie, what do you have to say about this?" I asked. Maybe that was a huge mistake because she sighs loudly.

"Well?" He said. It's pretty clear he's enraged. And I'm a little taken aback by it. I've never seen him like this. Then,Hailie breathes and breathes out. And the monster resting on her heart is unleashed. And oh my God, it's harsh.

"Well? Well? Well?! What do you want me to freakin' say?! I hate you! I'm insane? I'm insane?! What about you?! When the eff are you going to realize I'm not your little girl anymore and that I don't have this "image" to protect! I'm so tired of people seeing me as Slim Shady's daughter! It's just way too much to handle." She yelled. Tears leak forth from her eyes and I scoot forward and give her a tissue from the nearby box.

But Marshall wasn't having this shlit.

"You hate me, yeah?! Hailie, you're only seventeen! I have no idea where you are, what you're doin'. This is sucks arse for me too, do you not realize?!" He said and Hailie screams.

"It's always about you! I'm not a selfish person, but when the eff are things going to be about me. You want to talk about me being difficult?! What about the things that you used to do and say about your Dad?! You've got zero room to talk because it's just all going to be hypocritical! You want to talk about Andre?! What about you and Mom?!"

"Hailie! All that stuff is different and you effing know it." He said and I feel like I'm caught in the midst of a war battle. And I don't know who's side I'm on. But it's what Hailie said next that just broke everything down.

"What's different?! That's I'm not an ex pill popping mess?! That I'm not making songs about how and when I'm going to kill someone?! That I'm not still stuck on someone I fell out with three effing years ago?!!" She yelled angrily.

Marshall got up and slammed the door so hard that I swore I heard a hinge break. Hailie screams into a pillow on the couch and looks at me. I anxiously await her next blow as she just flips me off for being there and I passed her another tissue.

So much for group therapy....

/This chapters so relatable because I've actually felt this way about a parent before. This took 100000 years and I'm so sorry about that, but at least it's here. And OMG, Melanie Martinez made a new song. It's called "Sippy Cup" and it's so deep, you should check it out. I'll see you soon and catch ya later😉~marshallisillmatic\