Behind the Pain

What do you want ?

Three days. That's how long it took the guys to start calling saying I should speak to Marshall, even though it's nearly been a week since the incident I guess they thought they should give me a day or so to myself.

" let me guess your here to convince me I should go talk to Marshall, to tell me he's really upset and sorry for what he said" I said right after opening the front door and seeing fifty standing there, not even giving him the chance to speak. I knew this would start happening, it's like as soon as Marshall does something wrong he has all his friend start coming over to try and make it right.

" I don't know, I haven't seen him......no one has" fifty replied looking stunned and shocked at the way I greeted him.

I was quiet shocked to hear his reply, Marshall has been texting and calling for days now but I hadn't answered so I thought he would just continue on with his life.

" what do you mean?" I asked quiet shocked to hear his reply, Marshall has been texting and calling for days now but I hadn't answered so I thought he would just continue on with his life.

" he called Paul the day after the incident and said he was sick and needed a few days off. And told Paul not to contact only if it was important" he answered, shocking me even more. That doesn't sound like Marshall, he's usually a workaholic so to have him call up and say he doesn't want to come in just makes me curious as to why.

" do you think he's sick?" I asked again while steeping aside and allowing fifty to come in. I don't know why he is even over here but I guess it's got something to do with work.

" come on Andrea, it's Marshall. Marshall doesn't get sick, I'm guessing he just needs some time alone" he said, glancing around and taking everything aspect of my house in since it's the first time here. Maybe Marshall did just need some time, I know he does have his girls this week but I don't know if he's actually sick or not.

" has he been in contact?" He asked, after I asked if he wanted something to drink or eat but he just declined and followed me to the lounge area.

" yeah you know calling and texting that he wants talk, and how sorry he is. But I haven't answered" I said softly feeling a little guilty after hearing how Marshall refuses to work. Maybe I caused this on him? Maybe I'm the bad guy In this story.

" i understand if you don't ever want to talk to him again, but trust me I haven't seen Marshall like this in years. We even have to have Nathan keep an eye on him because we're worried he might go back to old techniques" he explained, looking sad as he doubted his friend strength to say no to drugs.

" you don't think he would, do you?? I asked concerned and doubtful over Marshall strength to say no and to not remote but to alcohol for comfort.

" I don't know, Marshall isn't the one to take new steps or try new things. So when he knows he has fucked up one of the best things to have entered his life since becoming sober, you never know how he's going to react" he continued explaining. I never even stopped to question Marshall strength, I don't really know much about it, so that's why I never stop and think how hard it must be for Marshall everyday to fight the cravings.

" I know that's really dramatic and all" he joked at the end knowing he's not used to being this corny and all.

" don't worry I'll go and see him later on" I said hoping to ease his doubts an worries. I was planning on seeing him anyway because after thinking about Royce's last comment, I knew Marshall has got trust issues so I should stick by him and be the first one to try and work shit out.

" Andrea I didn't come over here to pressure you in going to see him. I understand if you never want to see him again, what he said the other night was appalling, plus it's not the first time he has hurt you. Most girls would have run away by now" fifty spoke back, stunning me a little. I honestly thought he had been sent over by Marshall to Give me this sad story hoping I would cave in and forgive Marshall for like the 39th time this year.