The shoe girl (an Eminem fan fiction)

Hello past, and step-sister

Maddison's POV

I slowly turn the door knob, hoping that perhaps Marshall wouldn't be home.

Wrong.

"Maddison please let me-" he starts as soon as I close the door.

I raise my hand to stop him and try blinking back the tears.

"Don't. If you are going to try and apologize or give me an excuse it's not necessary. You have nothing to explain to me, we aren't a couple. If maybe since we've been living together for the past week you care about my feelings and want to make me feel better again, it's not necessary. I'm a big girl, I've been through worse" I calmly tell Marshall walking towards the living room.

I let my bag drop on the couch and pass my hands through my hair.

"Please it's not like that. I don't want her, I never did" Marshall tries.

I turn around and sniff, trying my hardest not to cry.

"Well you should. You should want a girl like her, not like me. I'm not worth it Marshall, go after that girl, she is absolutely beautiful. I'm sure she will be great for you. I really do want you to be happy with a girl but that girl isn't me" I softly say.

"Yes it's you! Can't you see?! All of this is you! I wake up, I think of you! I go to sleep, I think of you! Whatever I do, you are always on my mind! I need you! Not her, not anyone else, you!" he exclaims.

I softly exhale. Damn moron. It's not me he needs.

"Listen to me Marshall. You are not thinking clearly. I'm not the girl you need, I am not that girl nor will I ever be. So please, just let it go. Go find that girl, have fun, fall in love, have kids and whatnot. Go have a life, I'll do my month here, and then I'll go" I say, trying to sound cold.

"I'm already in love! I'm in love with you Maddison for fuck's sake!" he yells, passing his hands through his hair.

Pause. Rewind. What? No. Not happening. This is not good.

"YOU CANNOT BE IN LOVE WITH ME!" I roar absolutely furious "YOU CAN'T! You can't, you can't" I whisper to myself sitting on the ground.

"You are perfect Maddie, you are the one I'm in love with and no matter what you say, you can't change that" he softly says, sitting in front of me.

I'm having an anxiety attack, badly. Breath Maddie, you can get through this.

If I don't act fast I might past out and then the consecuences could really be bad. I couldn't move anymore and the attack was getting worst.

Gathering all the strength I have left I get up and made a run for the kitchen. Desperately opening the drawers I find a knife and do a small cut on my thumb.

The pain brings me back to reality and I inhale deeply.

"Maddie are you okay?" Marshall asks frantic and scared.

"I can't let you love me Marshall" I whisper

He blinks a couple of times "Wh-what?"

"You heard me, you can't love me. I can't let you. I won't" I whisper, sliding down the counter, sitting on the floor.

"What do you mean?" Marshall asks sitting in front of me.

"It's for your own good" I try explaining.

He scoffs "If you were doing what was good for me we would be fucking like rabbits right now"

I sadly smile "Smooth as fuck"