Freak Show (Eminem) [✔]

Chapter Thirty Three

      The girls were all in school, except Whitney of course, but that was fine with me. It had officially been two days since Marshall asked me to marry him, and still I was over the moon. I could not believe he had asked me to marry him. I mean, I was okay with not being married to him, I wouldn't have been mad, but I was still very happy. Though, by law, after so many years together, the couple will be considered married, but they don't have to go through a divorce and all that "fun" stuff. It makes it easier sometimes, but not when kids are involved.

     Anyhow, today I planned on taking Marshall with me to the doctor with Whitney. Today was Whitney's annual checkup, and she didn't fuss as bad when Marshall was there, especially when it came time for her to have to get a shot. She hated shots, though I don't know anyone who particularly likes them, she hated them with a burning passion. Like, if she could, she would go without getting any shots in her lifetime. Though, I do not allow my kids to go unvaccinated. I hate the idea of it. The only one I don't always make them get is the flu shot, because they still get the flu either way.

       Once I had gotten Whitney dressed, I let her play in her room. She loved playing with her stuffed animals. They were like her best friends, since she's not been in school yet to meet many kids her age. The only kid close to her age is Thomas, but they don't play much, since they're still really young. They'll play together for a little bit, before going off into their own world or ending up falling asleep somewhere.

      Anyhow, as I walked back into mine and Marshall's room, I seen that Marshall wasn't completely ready. I smiled at him, before heading into the bathroom. I washed my face, before applying a little bit of makeup. I didn't cover myself in pounds of makeup, I just used a little on my eyes and lips. I then began to curl my hair, which luckily didn't take more than thirty minutes. Whilst I was putting away my curling iron, after wrapping it in a heat safe sleeve, I spotted something on the floor. I slowly bent down, and found an empty pill bottle on the floor. I shook my head, trying not to think nothing of it. Though, when I went to throw it away, I heard it hit something in the trash can, and when I looked further, I seen another one wrapped in toilet paper. I gasped, covering my mouth, feeling tears come to my eyes. Marshall had lied to me about stopping, and that hurt me a lot. I stomped out of the bathroom with both bottles in my hand, before throwing them on the bed.

"What the hell Marshall?!" I exclaimed, surprising him with my outburst.

"What did I- oh- Kori, I'm sorry." He sputtered out, once he seen the empty bottles on the bed.

"Damn right you're sorry. You lied to me Marshall. You said you had quit. You said you didn't need these anymore. Why did you lie to me Marshall? Why?" I cried, and he looked away ashamed.

       He sat down on the bed, with his head in his hands.

"Look, I know I said I was done. I'm sorry I lied-" He began, before I cut him off.

"You're sorry?! Why didn't you just tell me so I could help you?! I wanted to help you! Are the girls and I not important enough to you, for you to stop using drugs that will ruin your life?! These things can kill you!" I cried again, before he threw his hands to his sides.

      He stood up and walked over to me. He stood in front of me, before grabbing my shoulders and looking into my eyes.

"You and the girls are the most important people in my life. I know I need to stop. Believe me, I really do, but I can't do it alone. Not anymore." He said, and I bit my lip.

"What about rehab-Marshall, it can help you so much. You can do the two month program, and you'll be clean by the time the baby comes." I rushed out, and he sighed.

"I don't know." He murmured, and I looked away.

"When was the last time you used them?" I asked quietly, as he looked at me.

"A couple days ago. I ran out, and couldn't get no more. It's making me sick without them though. I'm sick, I'm irritable, I'm in pain-everything. I want to get clean, and I guess if two months is all it is, I'll do it." He replied, and I smiled.

"Thank you for making this decision, Marshall. I love you so goddamn much, and I don't want to see you like this anymore. I'm going to be there for you every step of the way. I'll visit every time that they allow-so will the girls, of course. Please take this serious. We need you. I need you." I stated, as I wrapped my arms around him in a hug.

"I will take this seriously, Kori. I love you too, and I love the girls. I want to get better for you guys. I need to get better for you guys. I promise I'll be out by the two month point, no matter how hard it is." He said, as he held me close.

        I laid my head on his chest, feeling my tears slowing down. I looked up at him, as he looked down at me with a small smile on his face. He dipped his head down, before placing a kiss on my lips. This wasn't the last one forever, just for a while. This wasn't our last moment together forever, just for a while. Though I was going to cherish it as if it were our last...

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. I know most rehab programs take longer, but for the book, once they get over detox and cravings, they're set free. That's why Wendy was able to get out so soon when she had went to rehab in the show.

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