Eminem Imagines Pt. 2 (Eminemzminnie Style)

Gonna be Alright

"The number you've reached is out of order..please hang up and try your call again." The robotic woman told you for the fourth time that day.

God Marshall pick up.

"Marshall please pick up, i'm a bit worried about you, no one has seen you in quite a bit and I wanna make sure your alright." You sighed leaving the message and hanging up the phone.

You knew Marshall was grieving over Proof's death and everything, but it had been 2 months, and people had started calling you wondering if you had heard from him recently. Dre even said he was supposed to show up to this important interview and completely blew it off.

So you had taken it upon yourself to call him and make sure he's alright, but you couldn't get through to him either.

"Must've unplugged his phone again." You muttered.

You grabbed your keys to your car and decided to pay him a visit, you had stopped by a liquor store real quick and grabbed some of his favorite snacks as well as some healthy drinks and food since you had noticed he was starting to pick up weight as of late.

You were making his way to your house and you finally pulled up into his long drive way that curved  directly in front of his house.

You got your presents for him and locked your car making your way up to his porch and ringing the doorbell.

After a few moments the door opened and you saw Alaina standing there in a oversized sweatshirt and yoga pants.

"Hi, Alaina, your dad home?" You asked politely.

"Yeah he's in his bedroom watching a movie I think, me and Whitney and Hailie have been trying not to bother him since..ya know.." Alaina trailed off sadly. "I'm pretty worried about Uncle Marshall." Alaina confessed sadly.

"Me too, I brought him some things hopefully to cheer him up." You explained.

Alaina nodded, "Well your free to go up I hope he let's you in." Alaina said.

"Thanks." You nodded walking past the girl and heading up stairs to Marshall's room hoping he was doing a bit better.

You had finally reached his room and knocked on the door, but didn't hear any movement on the other side, so you decided to knock harder.

Still no response, so you turned the handle and let yourself in, fairly surprised it was unlocked.

"Marshall?" You said entering the room.

You heard the sounds of the TV blaring and the voice of Will Ferell, you realized he must've been watching Step Brothers. (A:N pretend that movie was out back then.)

You looked around his darkly lit room and saw him laying on his bed surrounded by junk food wrappers and empty take out containers.

Goodness, it was worse than you thought.

"Marshall." You said seeing him continue to watch the movie, completely ignoring your presence.

"Marshall." You sighed walking closer to his bed.

A funny scene came on and you heard Marshall chuckle a bit while taking a bite out of  3 musketeer, yet he was still ignoring you.

"Alright." You sighed going over to his night stand a flipping on the night switch, all the while grabbing the remote and flipping off the TV.

"Yo I was watching that slut!" He bitterly spat finally acknowledging your presence.

"That's no way to talk to your girlfriend." You pouted.