Shady's Forbidden Love

Marshall Goes On A Search

Marshall's POV

Why won't my phone stop ringing already? It's 12am and I'm trying to get some sleep. I just got home from the studio an hour ago. Who would be calling me at this time of day? Whatever, I'll just answer it.

Hello?

Marshall, aye listen to me real quick.

Royce, why the fuck are you calling me? I'm trying to get some beauty sleep.

Royce left for the airport after being at the studio. He has a concert in Ohio. What could he possibly want?

Marshall, just listen, okay? I know you're probably trying to sleep right now and I woke you up. But this is is urgent. You remember Y/n, right?

Of course I remember her. We were at the studio together just an hour ago. I couldn't forget her that fast. Especially our little conversation when Royce left for a while. Damn, that was pretty fucking funny.
But did something happen to her? Was she asking Royce about me? Is she in trouble right now? I need to know.

Yeah, what about her?

I need you to go find her.

Wha-

Marshall, I tried calling her when I arrived at the airport. She said she would call me right before I left for Ohio but she never did. Then when I tried to call her, she wouldn't answer. I called one of her friends who tried to stop by Y/n's house but she wasn't there. She's gone.

Shit. Me and Y/n met just today and shit already happened with her?
What if she's actually missing..? Did something happen to her on her way home? Was she in a car crash? Raped? Killed? Did she escape from her own home? A million questions are popping through my head right now. I have to keep it cool and calm down.

What do you think happened to her? And what do you mean you need me to go find her? I barely know her. I'm not the right person. Just ask a close friend of hers maybe.

I don't know what happened. And I did. Her friend is looking for her right now.

So why do you need me then?

One person isn't enough. I tried calling her other close friends too and her family. They won't even pick up. Marshall, you don't know Y/n that well but I trust you with this. You're trustworthy. And aren't you the one that always says "If you ever need anything man, I'm there for you." ..? Please just do me this favor. I'm really worried about her.

Fine. I hope you know I'm getting rid of my beauty sleep for you. What do you want me to do? Drive around Detroit?

First, I want you to drive by the studio we were at and see if she's around there. Y/n's friend is driving around her house so you don't need to worry about getting her address. Then, if she isn't around the studio, drive everywhere you can around Detroit.

Alright, man. I'll make sure to do that. I'll call you if I find her.

Alright, thanks for taking time out of your day to do this. Peace.

It's no problem. You still owe me hours of sleep. Peace.

I get up and quickly put on jeans, a jacket over my shirt, and shoes. I run out the door and into my car.
I'm still really scared. Sure, I didn't sound interested through the phone, but of course I was worried. I'm gonna need to find her. I have too. There are so many scenarios popping through my head right now. Seriously, I need to know what's happening with her.
I've been driving around the studio for about 20 minutes, now. There's no sign of her. Where could she possibly be? I'm starting to worry even more.
I'll drive around Detroit then.

Man, an hour and a half already passed. I have to stay awake. I need to find her. For all I know, she could be kept hostage right now. I've driven around restaurants, malls, movie theaters, I'm starting to lose hope.

I drive near a bank. I see someone laying down on the ground. It's right behind the building. It probably might just be a homeless person. I have to make sure. I can tell it's a girl because her hair is covering her back. I don't have a close enough look. I have to get out of my car. I get out, and take a few steps away from my car. She's wearing something similar to what Y/n wore today. I get closer. She's wearing the same tank top on, but with a jacket. I need to see her face. She's facing the other way so I'll just go on the other side of her.
Oh...my gosh. Fuck. What is she doing here? I found her. I actually found her. She doesn't look good at all. Something terrible must've happened to her. She must've been laying on the ground for hours. She's still breathing. I can see it from the way she moves. I carry Y/n bridal style and walk her to my car. She's still closing her eyes. I doubt she's aware of what's happening right now. I put her on the passengers seat.
I have a million questions running through my mind right now.
I'm debating on calling the police or not. Of course I should, it's the right thing to do. But I don't want to start a crime scene. Plus, if I call the police, there'll probably be news reports accusing me of things. "Eminem-possible assault?" "Eminem- caught in the middle of a crime." "Is Eminem a suspect of what happened to Royce da 5'9's friend?" Paparazzi will be on my shit about everything. I'm not sure if I could handle all that. It all sounds too overwhelming.

I should call Royce first. Maybe he could call the police and he could handle the case. Besides, he did tell me to call him right when I find her. She is Royce's friend. I dial his number. No answer. I call again. No answer. Fuck. What do I do with her?

I look over and see her by my side. Her eyes are closed and she's still breathing. They're light, small breaths each time. Her face is near where the moonlight hits the car window. It captures her essence perfectly. Her lips are slightly open, she's breathing in and out. Her lips are full, pink,-

What the hell do I do with her? Bring her home? Right. Like I'd do that. I'm not letting her near my house. She'll probably try to trick me into letting her stay more than just a night. Plus, my daughters are coming over tomorrow from Kim's house. I'm definitely not letting her near my daughters. I never let any new girl I meet go near my daughters. They might tell something to the public about them. I can't do that to my girls.
Y/n needs my help. Then again, at the studio, she didn't seem like she would use anyone. Especially Royce's "famous" friends. She pretty much hates me anyway. So she'll wanna be out of my house as quickly as possible. Maybe I could let her sleep at my house for a while before she wakes up. Ask her all the questions that have been running through my mind. Give her anything she might need. Food, water. We could just talk through it over the night then I could drive her home. She doesn't have to stay until the morning. She should be gone before my girls come over to my house. Y/n needs my help.