Roommates [EMINEM] (COMPLETED & BEING EDITED)

Chapter Three

。・゜・(McKayla)・゜・。

(MUSIC IS RATHER BE)

We pull away from each other and I close the door. I look over at Samantha. Her mouth is wide open. Even though she's only four, she knows who the man is standing in front of her. She knows all of the stories I've told her, she's listened to all of the music I've played, and became a big fan herself.

"M-m-mummy?" She looks over at me, amazed.

I grin and kneel down in front of her, "I'll introduce you later, to make sure your bedrooms clean for all of your presents."

She nods quickly and runs upstairs. I'm glad that Arthur is upstairs, he wouldn't like that Marshall is here. He thinks that he is a stupid crack head who deserves nothing. But he's wrong. He has to be.

Marshall may rap about drugs and sluts, but that doesn't make him a pimp, or a crack head...right?

I sigh and lead Marshall into the living room. He slowly follows, boyishly stuffing his hands into his pockets as he walks. My father looks up; his eyes brighten when he sees the boy he's seen me grow up with. He stands up, struggling slightly with his knee.

"Marshall! Or should I say Eminem?" He smiles.

Marshall just shrugs his shoulders.

Why is he being so anti-social? He used to be so cheerful.

"How's the pop life doing ya kiddo?" My father asks. I know he's eager to ask questions, but I also know that Marshall is upset about something. And he rarely talks when he's upset.

"A'ight I guess." Marshall looks at my dad and offers him a small, forced smile. My dad takes it gratefully and sits back down, continuing to watch the football match on the TV. Aston Villa VS Manchester United. Obviously Villa will win.

Marshall turns his gaze to me, his piercing eyes meeting mine, "Can we talk in private?"

I just nod my head and lead him into the kitchen. He shuffles after me quickly. I half expect him to take my waist and pin me against the wall, but he doesn't.

I keep my arms firmly crossed and feel the metal around my wedding finger begin to burn.

"Me and Kim broke up." He mumbles.

"I know." I sigh softly.

He looks back at me, almost as if he's questioning how I know. I sigh again and pick up the newspaper, "Everyone knows." I show him the cover. It's a picture of him and Kim in court, obviously during the court. Then there's a picture of Kim with the girls that they both had custody over.

She's obviously got it over them now.

"She took my babies." Marshall looks away from the picture and back into my eyes. "Kay I need your help. I need to get them back."

I nod, "Can I ask you something?"

He nods.

"Did you really take drugs?"

He huffs and looks away from me, his tongue sliding over his lips. This tells me that he has, which makes me feel disappointed in him. I sigh again and shake my head, looking away from him.

I can't stay mad at him for a mistake that he's made, "You can sleep in the spare room." I sigh.

"You sure? I can stay on the couch." He examines the pictures on the walls. They're mostly pictures of Samantha, and some of me. But none of Arthur. "Where's Arthur Boy?"

"He's upstairs." I glance at the door, as if he's secretly watching.

"How's the marriage?" Marshall leans against the wall, gazing at me with his blue eyes.

"Good." I nod. I hear a stampede rush down the stairs, Samantha appears in the kitchen.

"I'm finished mummy!" She pants softly. I giggle slightly and pick her up, propping her on my hip.

I see a small smile tilt Marshall's lips, "Hey there."

"My names Samantha and I love you so much I have all of your albums and all of posters!" She takes a deep breath. "Mummy plays your music all the time and raps along with it even though she sucks really bad!" She takes another deep breath. "But I love you more than mummy! I have you on my t-shirts!"

He chuckles slightly, listening to all of her rant on about him. I try my best not to blush, it's my fault that she loves him. Everything she's said is true.

He then meets my gaze softly, "Show me where I'm sleeping? I'm kind of tired from flying all day."

Only then I realise that he's travelled all the way from Detroit to London. That's a five-hour difference.

I nod and lead him upstairs, taking a detour and dropping Samantha off in her bedroom. I tuck her in and kiss her forehead goodnight. I make sure she's okay and walk back out. I close the door gently and lead Marshall into the spare room.

I make sure there's a duvet and covers on the single bed and fluff the pillows, "Sorry it's only small."

"It's better than a hotel room." He shrugs again and sits down on the bed.

I sigh softly and sit down next to him, intertwining our fingers together. I notice when he tended his shoulders, but I pretend not too, "Why did this happen Marshall?"

He huffs quietly and shakes his head, looking down and slumping his shoulders, "I can't cope anymore Kay. I tried. I did. Don't kick me out, please. Don't send me back to that bitch."

"Shh." I coo softly, quickly and hesitantly kissing his temple. He sighs and pull away from me.

"I'm going to go to sleep." He mumbles.

I get up, "If you need me I'm in the room across the hall."

He nods his head as I walk out. This must've hurt him, he's not the guy I know him as. I look up to see my husband, his eyes burning with rage.

"What is he doing here?" Arthur venomously spits.

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