Roommates [EMINEM] (COMPLETED & BEING EDITED)

Chapter Seven

[EMINEM]
(MUSIC IS CINDERELLA MAN)

The first moment Arthur walked into the house, from his previous leaving, I realised that he is the reason. The reason that McKayla cried last night, the reason she's been so fragile. I also have proof to why I think this. There is slight bruising on her neck, in the shape of a hand, those also fall on her shoulders. I took a sneak peak whilst she was in my arms, when she was safe.

And the fact that her smile was so fake was unbelievable. She's obviously forgotten her wicked days of lying, stealing, dealing and being my side kick. Those days are over. I can tell by the look in her eyes that she'll never kiss me again, not like she used too before. And she definitely won't come back to Detroit with me.

McKayla is sat with Arthur on the couch, it's been two days since he returned back to the house drunk. He's apologised once, and McKayla has forgiven. Although, it's more like she's sorry. As if she's apologising for something. And I don't know what.

Her father has gone home, the only man here that I could've spoken too, but he's gone. I only have Sammie now. She's sat on the floor, playing with an action figure and a Barbie doll. Making them kiss and do sweet things that only little girls think are cute. I can't tell whether she is a tomboy, like her mum was, or a girly girl, like her mum has turned into. I have clues for both categories.

I notice a small button on the action figures army vest, so I crouch down next to her.

Arthur's eyes burn singeing holes into me, but I couldn't give a shit. The only holes I pay attention two is mouth and pussy holes. Ugh stop thinking Marshall!

I press the button on the vest. Suddenly, the man doll starts talking.

"Private Knowles reporting for duty sir!" The doll blares from its small speaker. Sammie smiles in wonder and looks up at me. I simply grin.

"Come on! Let's go and see if there's more!" She grabs my hand and starts tugging me upstairs. Arthur goes to object, but we're already on the upstairs landing. So he simply can't. Fuck him.

She takes me into her room, which has many unique features on it. On her white dressing table, there's photos. Whilst she's getting a box of dolls, I sit down at it and looks at the photos in their frames. Some of are Arthur's and McKayla's wedding. On their first dance.

One of her wedding pictures makes me smile, it's a picture of us. Me in a stupid tux and her in her beautiful lace dress. My arm is around her waist, her head on my shoulder and mine ontop of hers. She's holding up her wedding hand, smiling ecstatically as she points at her wedding band.

I remember this photo. It'd been moment after our little game of hide and seek in the closet. If you get my drift. I can tell this because of her hair. It's even looser than it was when it was originally done.

I skim over the other photos, most of them are of Sammie and her mother. Some of her and her grandparents. But one does surprise me, one that I thought she wouldn't even have seen. It was a picture of McKayla on her prom. And I had been her date.

Sammie clears her throat, taking my attention away from the photos. I look at her, she had her hand propped on her hip in a sassy manner. I can't help but chuckle at this.

After about an hour of sorting through dolls, I ask the question on my mind,"Do you like your daddy?"

She sighs dramatically,"I guess so. He's my daddy. I can't change that."

"Guess?" I repeat her words.

"Yeah." She nods, placing a doll into a pink dress,"He makes mummy cry though. And I don't like that."

"Why does he make mummy cry?" I ask. I probably shouldn't be asking all of these questions to a child, but she's answering. And at the moment-I'm desperate for answers.

She looks at me wearily.

"I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Okay," she sighs softly. "He always shouts and smashes things. Mummy normally sends me upstairs or asks me if I want to go to granddads before I see anything."

"Does he ever hit your mummy?" I ask curiously, casually brushing a Barbie dolls hair with a special brush. Man, if only all women looked like Barbie's, the world would be filled with sluts. God. Sluts. It's weird just how much I realise that I miss sex. I miss all of the nightclubs and the striptease's. I miss all of it.

Focus Marshall!

"I've never seen him hit her." She says hesitantly. I can tell she's trying to choose her words carefully.

"Okay." I shrug, hiding the rage firing in my chest from the small child. I can't blame her if she's hiding things that should stay hidden.

"Why do you ask?" She mumbles, trying to find one of the shoes for a smaller Barbie. From when she's playing, I've discovered that all of her girls are called Kitty and all of the men are called Fredrick.

"I'm only asking hon'," I smile at her. Which she returns, looking relieved to have gotten off of the subject. So we continue to play with all of her Kitty's and Fredrick's for a while. It reminds me of Hailie in a way, I feel fatherly again.

But I do have a plan.

I'll talk to Arthur. Alone. Later.
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Hey guys! So yeah, that happened! Thanks for reading. And thanks for the votes guys, it means a lot. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Hopefully Marshall is gonna kick Arthur's ass!!! Hell yeah!!!

I need you guys to decide whether you want a sex scene soon or to wait. Just comment what 'cha want. Or do y'all think that's too soon for that kind of intimacy? Either way, comment on this paragraph what cha think 😇

-Kobi_Mathers