Eminem Imagines Pt. 2 (Eminemzminnie Style)

Stay with me Pt.3

It's been a year since i've seen him or even talked to him and I know we've been avoiding each other and I also know that it's the wrong thing to do.

But how can I face him after what happened?

How do I tell the man I love that I love him after I just stood there and let his best friend in the whole world die?

My life hasn't been easy, and as these days go by and I watch my daughter grow up I can't help but see him in her face when I look at her sometimes, and honestly it scares me how much she scares me.

And Marshall was so good at calming me down, and assuring me that she wasn't going to be anything like my crazy step dad, he assured me she wasn't gonna turn into a manipulative monster and that was so reassuring.

Not to mention he was sort of a dad to her in every way and I really appreciate his help.

But how do I tell him all this after we just lost one of our closest and dearest friends?

He overdosed a week ago I heard, and he nearly died and I couldn't even will myself out of the bed to even go and see him.

My life is falling apart quicker than I can tape it all back together, and as much as I want to see him in his time of need, I can't help but feel that if I saw him it would only make things so much more worse.

"Mom, you need to go see Uncle Marshall." Angela said standing in my doorway holding a glass of water and a plate with a PB&J sandwich on it.

"Why?" I asked not even turning to look at her.

"Because you love him, and he needs you." She answered walking over to the nightstand and placing the food down.

"He doesn't need me." I sighed sitting up to take a bite out of the sandwich.

"You need each other, Uncle Marshall has always been there for you, at least that's what you always tell me, so instead of moping and feeling sorry for yourself how about you get up and tell him that?" She asked crossing her arms looking at me with a face of confidence.

"When did you become such a smart little girl?" I asked smiling a bit.

"When you told me who my dad was." She frowned.

"Angela..."

"I won't be him, i'm nothing like that monster and i'll never be like him." She said cutting me off.

I sighed but nodded knowing we still had so much to talk about,"I know sweetie, thanks for the sandwich." I smiled taking another bite.

"No problem, i'm going to go over Rachel's house for a while, hopefully when I get back i'll have a new dad?" She asked her eyes hopefully and half smirk crossing her lips.

"Uhgg go." I said throwing my pillow at her causing her to quickly run out the room slamming the door behind her while her laughter echoed the hallway.

I finished up my sandwich and water and decided I really needed to go and see him even if I was terrified and my heart was doing cart wheels.

I took a shower, brushed my teeth, put on a simple tank top and jacket, with some old skinny jeans, and a old pair or Jordan's I wasn't exactly ready to part with. My hair went up into a messy bun and I decided to go make up free even though I was sure bags were under my eyes and my wrinkles were aging me by a good 5 years, I didn't care, I was barely able to even move make up was the last thing on my mind.

I grabbed my car keys and drove over to Marshall's house where I heard he was supposed to be doing his recovering there.

I finally arrived at his house after a long car ride of me going through how this conversation might go over and over again in my head, and it was so tempting to just turn the car around and go home, but I just couldn't allow myself to run anymore.