Never 2 Far |An Eminem Fanfiction Unlike No Other|

|Final Marshall|

*Early June

It's hard as shlit to believe that eight months ago, I found my second love. I really had only Alaina to thank for that. Catharine was possibly everything I wanted and more. Playful, mischievous, intelligent, attractive beyond belief, well employed. Anything else and she'd become a figment of my imagination. It's difficult to process how in such a short amount of time, a girl that was my therapist until literally January, became my girlfriend.

It's also hard as shlit to believe things with Hailie in the past eight months have been as rocky as they've been. I've been trying to write new music, to at least to conserve all these crazy feelings for the longest I can. But it's so difficult because of Hailie and her issues.

She's graduating high school in one fugging day. And I still can't get it together enough to write something for her. Something like "Mockingbird", "97 Bonnie and Clyde" or "Hailie's Song", couldn't come to me for some reason.

That's how I ended up screaming in frustration, giving in and going to run about a few miles and coming back to shower and get back at it. I was hungry as fug though, so I decided on eating a cup of yogurt while thinking of something to put down on this empty piece of paper.

Thank God, my phone rung and it gave me another excuse to procrastinate. And it's my favorite girl other than my daughters.

"Hey, I felt something told me to talk to ya. So here I am." She said, giggling at the last bit of her sentence.

"Thank Jesus you did. I'm supposed to be writin' somethin' for Hailie's graduation for tomorrow. But it's just hard as shlit right now."

"Aww. That's so sweet. Marshall, she'll appreciate it, I swear." She attempted to comfort me. And I really appreciated how she was always a constant source of encouragement to me. But I still couldn't believe it.

"I don't know, Catie." I sighed loudly. She frustratedly sighed too.

"Well, here's an idea. You could just go relisten to all those songs you made when you and Hailie were still on good terms."

That was actually a good idea. I'm such a fugging dumb-arse for not thinking about it that way.

"Yo, that's a good-arse idea. Thanks." I concluded.

"Alright, I'm going to leave ya because I have to go to the grocery store." She said and I laughed.

"Whatever!" She said playfully and I said bye and hung up. Jesus Christ, I'm so lucky to have her.

I left my office in search of some headphones. About ten minutes into my search, I found some probably decade old ones and walked back into the office with on my neck.

I grabbed my phone and looked up "Mockingbird" on Google. Honestly, I'm still lost on how the fug Google works. It come to a page of results. The top of the list had the old video from like 2004 and I pressed it. It started and it was kind of strange hearing my own voice from forever ago.

The video, which was a compilation of home movies that had the younger versions of Hailie, Kim and Alaina and even those managed to bring a wide smile to my lips. It got to the part about Christmas. I still remembered how awful I felt.

I felt like absolute human shlit that night.
I couldn't even provide my little girl with gifts for her birthday or Christmas.

For the first time in awhile, tears fell from my eyes. They were warm and tasted like salt. I hated crying, it seemed like a pussy action. I watched as Hailie as she grew up. It was about 2002 or 2003. Hailie was about seven or eight, her face now blurred out. The video was emotional as fug as I remembered my promises.

To never leave her. To always be by her side. To just be the Dad I never got to have. And I haven't been shlit lately.

I checked the time, 2:31. She'd be out of school by now, probably with Andre. If she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life, I guess it'd be okay. And if I wanted to be with Catharine, it'd be okay. And plus, Hailie would tell me if Andre was abusing her or anything like that.

I dialed her number and sat anxiously as it went to voicemail. My heart broke, I just wanted to tell her how sorry I was. I waited until the mechanical voice of the answer machine paused for my message.

"Hey Hailie, it's me. And I'm honestly so sorry for being such a douchebag. I know now that you love Andre. And that he's not a terrible guy.  Actually, I feel like garbage. I just hope you can forgive me for all the terrible crap that I've said or done to you. I hope you know that no matter how old you get, or no matter how far I get away from you. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I love you more than you probably know. Okay, bye."

I clicked off and fought back more tears. I turned back to my empty sheets of paper and picked my pen. I started on the song, putting everything I felt at the moment into it. Everything I told myself, everything I wanted her to know. All in this song.

When I was finished, it was time to pick up Whitney from school. I grabbed my car keys, put on some shoes and got into my Escalade. Looking at my other cars, a hint of Vaseline's still smeared to the handle of my Mercedes. Just looking at it reminded me of harder, yet better times.

As I was on my way, a sparkling thought ran into my mind. I owe all of this to Catharine. Without her, I would've probably never reconciled with my daughter. I've thought about where I wanted to take this boyfriend girlfriend shlit, and I decided it was time. I'd take Whitney and we'd go window shopping...

/Short chapter, Short life haha. This are the last of Marshall's POVs. I'm so freaking emotional because this story's ending tbh. I had to listen to "When I'm Gone" like 1847465151903 times and I cried during one of them. QOTC: What's your favorite Hailie song? Mine is probably "When I'm Gone" because it's so mother effing sad. Okay, the next chapter is Catie's. Catch ya later😉~marshallisillmatic\