The Next Mile (Eminem Fan-Fic)

Chapter Two

I got home to find Benji sound asleep on my bed, letting out small quiet snores. I softly removed my pajamas from under my pillow, trying hard not to wake him and stripped off my dress and replaced it with my snow man pajamas. I walked into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face and combed my hair. It was only 8 O'clock, and so I wasn't so tired. I pored water on the kettle and sat down at the kitchen bench, waiting for it to boil so I could make myself a warm cup of tea. Thoughts of tonight crossed my mind. Firstly about my father and his family. I wanted things to work out with us, but I didn't want to keep up the act for much longer. My father wasn't always like this, but it just seemed that  the more money he got, the more it got to his head. My thoughts then trailed to Vivian. His 30 something year old wife. She seemed to make my dad smile, but truthfully, their relationship seemed as fake as ours. The only reason that she's married to a 50 something year old man is probably because he has money. Then my thoughts drifted over to Tiffany. The pretty 18 year old, who's as fake as her mom's boobs. When I first met her, I admired her beauty. She seemed sweet and innocent and I thought she might be the change in the family. She seemed nice, but unfortunately she proved me wrong a couple minutes after when she locked me in a closet. Was the relationship between me and my dad really worth it all? Then suddenly, my thoughts drifted on to Marshall. It was weird seeing him tonight. Part of me wanted to go over and say hi, the other wished I would just disappear. Though, I wondered what would happen if I did say hi. Although I feared the answer...what if he did forget about me? We haven't spoken in 10 years and there's probably someone new in his life by now anyway. 

The kettle then let out a high pitched whistle to alarm me that it was ready. I then pored in the water, with some milk in the mug, along with a spoon of honey, mixed it all up, and made my way to the room.  Benji was still asleep on my bed, so I wondered off to the computer. Out of curiosity, I typed in Eminem to see what would come up. I read through his Wikipedia page, impressed with all of his successes in life, I then searched his name up on youtube and watched a few interviews and music videos. I watched interviews where he talked about his drug addiction and past, then I looked over to a music video for a song called 'My Band' where to my surprise, Proof and Bizzy were also in. It was cool to see their friendship stayed strong throughout everything. I then scrolled down the related videos, and saw one titled "Proof's death." I clicked on it unsure if it were real or not. The screen was then filled with reporters stating the fact that he got shot and killed outside a Detroit club. Damn, poor Marshall. For the little time I met him, I knew they were best friends. I know that I shouldn't but I felt a little guilty for not being there for him.  I could only imagine the pain he had to go through. I then looked at some more videos, but on the happy side this time, and by the time I finished the 'We Made You" music video, I couldn't hold in my laughter. Well he definitely didn't lose his sense of humour, that's for sure. 

The doorbell then rang, startling me, making me jump off my chair and onto the floor. Benji then woke up from his deep sleep and started barking as he ran up to the door. I quickly closed down my tabs as fast as lightening, and opened the door. 

"Hey hun!" Greeted Ashley as she let herself in the house. "Hey Gorgeous" Followed Beau as he made himself at home. 

"Hey guys. What are you doing here?" I asked confused. 

"Ok, well you're either going to get really happy or really mad when we tell you, but we're hoping it's the first option." Beau joked, but with a serious expression to his face. 

"Tell me what?" I asked not sure if I was liking where this was going. 

Ashley then cleared her throat. "Drum roll please." She ordered Beau as he started slapping his hands in his legs rhythmically, making a drum roll. 

"We got you tickets to see Eminem on Friday!" Ashley screamed out in happiness, holding up 3 tickets with the word "EMINEM" printed on the front, with a backwards 'E' for the last one.