Meeting Marshall Mathers: The Slim Shady Era

Chapter 40

I eventually got back in late from my evening out with Karlie. I sighed and took my heels off, my feet burned, wearing my new loboutins was a bad idea.
After switching on the lamps and heating I found a seat in my conservatory. I sat by myself in the quietness, running my fingers through my hair. My mind started to wander... this was going to be much more harder on me both physically and mentally than I was to anticipate. 5 days sober was as stressful as it possibly could be be, trying to figure out how to get from one day to the next, how the fuck was two weeks in a completely different country going to take its toll on me? I needed to be home... I couldn't do this. It was fucking impossible.
As I stressed myself out more and more in the quietness with my fears taunting i was thankfully distracted from my thoughts. I looked around hearing out for the soft tone of my mobile which could be heard ringing from somewhere... I got up and had a look around for my handbag, which was on my corner sofa in the living room. Just as I grasped it it had stopped ringing, I flipped it up and found it to be an unknown number, maybe Julian? I couldn't speak to him right now so thank god I'd missed it. I needed to go to bed, it had been a fucking horrible day and I was exhausted. As I began to switch off the lights my phone started to ring again,

"Hello?" I answered, I could hear in the background what sounded like children playing,

"Hi yea is this Jodie?" I drew my fingers to my lips as shock ran through my whole entire body... at his voice.. I'd not heard it for so long, I gasped in shock, this was too much,

"Marshall" I felt a roar of heat fill my cheeks as I gulped, still in shock,

"Lainey don't do that to her hair.." His voice was distant,
"Sorry, yea so I thought I'd call you real quick, I've just got off the phone to Marc, he told me something about you comin' over? To Michigan?"

"I'm..." I was finding it so difficult to speak with him, through anger, hate, sadness.. love. But he sounded like he hadn't a care in the world who he was speaking too, which pained me knowing he was doing jussst super and I was.. well, how I was,
"I'm coming over, Monday"

"This Monday?"

"Yes, this Monday"

"Aight look, I know it's been some time, but I gotta say it was kinda.. well it kinda took me back a little hearing you'd be in town. I know we got unfinished business and I need to hear you out, it's... it's the least I kinda owe to you but with how busy I am I just don't know if that's gonna be possible to arrange so soon, I barely got time to spend with my girls at the minute"

"Sorry, I just.. really can't believe we're talking right now" I couldn't help but sound so bitterly confused,
"I don't know if we do have unfinished business, it seems pretty finished to me so.." I could feel myself getting a little upset as my tear ducts tingled, it was getting harder to speak,

"Really? If you felt that way then why hit up Marc? Either way I wanna talk, I'm not about to hide from cutting you off, it's taken it's toll on me too but the timing ain't good I'm busier than I've even been"

"My bad timing, stupid me" I laughed sarcastically as tears rolled down my cheeks,

"You've obviously got shit you wanna get off your chest, just.. keep in contact with Marc, he'll let me know what you say, and you know, he'll let you know what I say..." He sounded distracted, of course he was. He didn't give a fuck about me or my feelings, he didn't even offer to give me his number, and to contact him through Marc? What the fuck was I, some stranger trying to do business?

"Okay" I sighed, all I wanted was to get off the phone with him, my my how I never thought I'd feel like that,

"Look I got to go, catch you later"