Never 2 Far |An Eminem Fanfiction Unlike No Other|

|Marshall|

I can't believe what Hailie just said.

Referencing my fuggin' pill popping is the lowest of the low.

It's the most offensive you can get.

It's the ultimate insult.

And it hurts even more coming from Hailie, since I did it for her and her sisters. When someone said that shlit to or about me, it made me feel like nobody appreciated it. Nobody really wanted me to get clean.

I sat down in a cushioned wooden chair and buried my face and my hands. I ran one through my hair, since it mostly calms me down. I had to get the fug out of there before I hurt Hailie or Catie or both. Even though I would've never have the balls to do either.

The door opens and Catie stepped out. She's got a warm presence about her, walking in and softly sat in the chair next to me.

"I'm so sorry about what happened, Marshall. S-she just is-"

"I'm just so sick of nobody ever giving me recognition for getting sober. Like, I could be fuggin' dead right now. It especially hurts getting called that by yo own mother fuggin' kid!" I exploded. I could tell Catie wasn't expecting it because her expression changed.

"I understand. I know what it's like to feel like no one understands the struggles you go through." She said. I almost don't buy it, but I bite.

"Do you?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm not just saying this shlit to "make you feel better" or to "relate to you". When I was younger, I had crippling anxiety. It was literally so bad I would cry at the thought of wanting to talk to some people. It doesn't help that my mom kept bringing guys around me and they-they used to convince my mom I was all these terrible things. And as a result she resented me. Like, I heard her saying to her friends, my friends , everyone about how she wished "I was never born" and "how I ruined her life". Some nights, it'd hurt so bad that-that I just-" She said, tears coming out of her beautiful brown eyes.

I grasped her hands in mine and stare at her. I feel so bad for her right now, she's been to Hell and back.

"Catie-" I started but she wasn't quite done.

"I wrote out my own suicide notes and attempted one night when I was sixteen. I was just done with all the lies, secrecy, the unimportance. But I failed. I woke up, surrounded by my own puke. I don't know who made me throw up the pills I tried on,  but I thank them for the rest of my life. That helped me realize how important my life is. Even it was to one person, it still mattered. So, I worked extra hard to get rid of all these insecurities and anxieties. And nobody, I mean nobody appreciated it."

Her eyes were a puffy, red mess, her face was stained in tears and she had balls of wet tissues around her. Her eye make up was smeared and my heart broke in a million pieces.

Sometimes, you get so wrapped up in your own life and your own problems, you forget to discover the ones of the people that matter most to you.

I wiped a fresh tear off of her face and she blushed and smiled.

"I just never really talk about my life back in Alaska, is all. It's just really hard for me to speak about. And nobody really is ever hear to talk with me about it. " She said and I instantly wrapped her in my arms.

"Catie, I'll always be here." I said into her thicket of black hair.

"Huh?" She said, getting tears into my hoodie. I didn't care, though. They were her tears.

"No matter where ever you are, no matter where ever I am. If you're feelin' like that again, I'll always be here for you."

"Marshall, that's so sweet but I-" Catie started. But I was not having it.

"Even if you ain't feelin' that way, just a little under the weather. I'll still be here for you." I said, pulling back and looking at her again. Her eyes are less puffy but her eye make up remains are the only proof it didn't happen.

"Will you, will you really?" She inquired, like she had trouble believing it.

"I am never too far away and I'm never too busy for you, Catie." I said seriously and she nodded and pulled away from me.

I looked at her one last time before we remembered Hailie was still in the office. But there was something different about her now. I didn't know what was happening to me, but she seemed so much, more now.

So much stronger.
So much more respectable.
So much, just more.

Ever since our second and third dates in the past month, I've been thinking a shlit ton about where exactly I wanted to take this relationship.

She was intelligent, respected herself enough not to wear slutty clothing to impress me, attractive, funny, sweet and just overall faultless. I don't think I've thought of a woman this way since I first met Kim. And we all know how that turned out.

But Catie didn't seem crazy. She didn't have that using look in her eyes. Shlit, she found out about my superstardom when we first met and she's told me she doesn't care. I take a leap of faith ask the question I've been wanting to ask in a long time. It's something that's so close to my heart, so unexpected in my timeline, I almost don't want to do it.

She's finally composed herself enough to reapply her eye makeup and she looks alluring with it on and with it off. We are about to go back in and compose something on how to deal with Hailie.

"Hey, um, Catharine?" I used her formal name because this was a formal event.

"Yeah?" Her accent came out again, but she did not blush.

"This might be a little awkward. A-and if you don't wanna rush into nothin', that's okay. But, do you want to be my girl?"

I wait for a rejection.

A fast paced, "You're wrinkly, ugly and old and I can't date you, Marshall."

A quick no.

But it never comes.

"To be quite honest Marshall, I thought you'd never ask." She said, turning around and opening the door and shutting it behind her. Like she did that first appointment.

I walk in after her and sit down next to Hailie. She looks up at me with those big, luminous blue eyes and said nothing.

"Now, I can sense there's something wrong here-" Catie starts.

And I pay attention to every word she said. After all, she is my girl now....

/You asked, I delivered. I loved writing this chapter soo much omg. I got so many feels!! It's short but sweet lol. Big thanks to ThatZoeGirl18 and reignofshady for requesting Marshall's POV because I got to take it and run with it. Question of this chapter: who do you like more, Andre and Hailie or Marshall and Catie? Also, you see what I did there? Never too far from Catie? Lol, I wanted to make this books title have a meaning. Okay, catch ya later😉~marshallisillmatic\