Stronger Than I Was (Eminem Story)

I'm Not Real

Four Months Later

I sat on the toilet in the same position with the same person waiting for the same result. Why does he think that he can just go in raw and I won't end up having to take a pregnancy test. If I was pregnant I would have to tell Dwayne and knowing him- it won't be pretty. I didn't even think about Marshall until he showed up unexpectedly at my photo shoot. I looked down at the pregnancy test and I started crying and sobbing.

"He's going to fucking kill me!" I exclaimed and Marshall grabbed the pregnancy test from me and looked.

"You can't keep it." All the little gears in my brain stopped turning and I looked at him and they started back up as I went from speechless to highly pissed off.

"You want me.... To abort your kid? Marshall your a dick!" I said shocked with my own language I continued, "YOU WANT ME TO KILL A BABY?" I screamed and he looked at me and nodded.

"I want you to abort the baby." He said and I looked at him.

"You wouldn't make Kim abort Hailie when she was pregnant so what's the problem?"

"I'm with Brittany and you're with that Dwayne dude. We don't need to be around each other." I looked at him, it was like he rehearsed this for years.

"Okay, I'm not killing the baby. If that's a problem then I have no problem making you pay child support. So let's start over. I'm pregnant with your baby and I'm not aborting it so get the fuck out." I said and he walked out. I walked to the living room and started crying again and cried myself into a fetal position and then to sleep. When I woke someone was stroking through my hair and I realized it was Dwayne.

"Dwayne, I got pregnant three days before we got back together. I found out today I'm so sorry just don't make me abort it." I said and he pulled me up and pushed me into the wall.

"FUCK YOU!" He said and he hit me repeatedly. I didn't have the strength or the energy to fight back. When he left I cried again. I didn't know who to call and suddenly I just had to get up. I walked to the bathroom and grabbed my phone and called Marshall. No body knew how long this had been going on. Two months of abuse. I always caked makeup on just to hide the bruises but this wasn't makeup option, this was hide for a couple of weeks option.

"What."

"He hit me! It'snotthefirsttimehe'sdoneitijustreallyneedyou!"

"Slow down."

"HE HIT ME!" I screamed and he hung up and for a second I thought he wasn't going to do anything. But a couple of minutes later there was a knock on the door and he was there.

"Get your shit." I looked at him and I couldn't move and I went numb. He looked me and held my hand.

"I'm not going to force you to get an abortion. Just please don't stay here with him. Please." He begged and I don't know why but I wanted to stay.

"It will get better." I said and he shook his head.

"No it won't." He said and my eyes watered.

"Yes it will. Yes it will." I said and he wrapped his arms around me. I sat down and he walked to the bedroom and I heard him shifting stuff around. I stood up and walked to my room. He was packing up my stuff and he was crying.

"Marshall, I'll be fine."

"NO YOU WON'T! He's going to fucking kill you." He said and I shock my head.