Ghosts of the Past

Ghost of the Past: Chapter 26; Crack a bottle

Detroit***

Marshall climbs into his car, places his hands on the steering wheel and stares out at the road. Dre was right, Deshaun was right, hell even Kim was right (although he would keep that one to himself) she was married. She had a husband and right now that husband was laid up in hospital...hopefully dying..no he shouldn't think like that, he didn't even know the guy. But she was on her way to the airport to go home. Well that's what happens when you fuck with a married chick, and now he was the idiot who believed that the married one would leave.

He starts the car and drives home, he hadn't thought ahead enough to leave a light on and his place looked monstrous in the dark like that. Fucking hell Marshall what were you doing. He hadn't told Chloe but he had sort of been seeing someone when she showed up. Nothing serious but it had been a couple of dates and she was cool. She wasn't Chloe but then no one was, can refer back to Kim for confirmation on that one. He had dodged her calls in the weeks since Chloe had shown up and to be honest he had momentarily forgotten her. Clearly Chloe brought out the best in him, wishing for a strangers death and ignoring a perfectly nice girl.

He opens the car and makes his way into the house, he definitely had some decisions to make, he just wasn't sure what. He pulls out his phone and calls Deshaun.

"This better not be about that fucking track" Deshaun answers sleepily on the fifth ring.

"Na dogg I kinda need ya right now."

"give me twenty"

Marshall hears the phone click and puts it back into his pocket, fuck he was lucky that D was one of the few people who were really his boys.

Half an hour later Deshaun lets himself into the house and finds Marshall sitting in an armchair flipping a coin.

"Thought it was gon be twenty" he jokes weakly

"Fair crack, Sharonda aint happy you woke her up and I'm not to sure how if feel about it myself. You alright?"

"Yeah man, just....Chloe took off, had to go home.."

"Really? That's why you waking my ass up at stupid oclock?" Deshaun asks, rolling his eyes. He walks into the kitchen and comes back with two beers.

"You know I hate the I told you so" he says handing Marshall a beer, "But fuck dogg I told you so"

"Right so first up you fuckin love saying I told you so, pretty sure you have a dance and everything"

Deshaun shrugs in agreeance

"And second she had to go because her husband had some kind of accident"

"Right her husband"

"You can cut that sanctimonious shit right there D or are you forgetting I was there when you were fucking around with Devonay or whatever the fuck her name was"

"Right well if we are doing first up's" he defends "First up her name was Daniella you racist son ofa bitch. Second up I was purely in that for the game, nothing else. You" he motions towards Marshall with his bottle "You are not in it for the game"

"Right first up that's not racist her name is still dumb as shit" Now it's Marshall's turn to defend "And second...." He trails off, to caught up in the first point to really focus on the fact he had nothing for his second one.

"That's what I thought" Deshaun says smugly

"She said she loved me man" Marshall sounds defeated

"I'm sure she does, I can see she still does, but that don't mean she don't love him and that certainly don't mean she is going to leave him"

The truth definitely did hurt, but at least he could trust his best friend to tell it like it is.