Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 71

Blair POV

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

I went over the plan in my head again as I drove home to Detroit, I was nervous, I'd never had to take control like this before.

I sighed looking at the envelope in my handbag from my sister, I wasn't sure what it was but she said that it was for Marshall and I to open together.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to open it.

After a long talk with Grandma Rose, I realised I would have to take Mathers into my own hands.

See what I did there?

Matters.

I can't even be funny at the moment.

I took two days to try and sort my head, the devastation still weighing heavily on my heart, but I needed to do this, if not for me then definitely for Marshall.

He sounded so... Defeated on the phone, something out of character for him, he was someone that was quite assertive and dominant, I have never seen him like this, it's not something I've experienced since I met him.

The guilt was eating him alive.

This was taking its toll on the both of us.

The check-in calls I had from Paul and Kim were proof Marshall was also in a bad place emotionally.

They had told me that even though he had told me he was working, he lied, apparently he wasn't even leaving his bed.

And that spoke volumes from me.

Marshall Mathers not writing and doing what he loved spelt trouble.

I had a zoom meeting with my therapist yesterday and he had told me that the choice to go to my parent's house for a few days was wise, he was concerned about the outcome of Marshall and I, had we stayed together for that time, pointing out the fact that we have the same type of personality and the initial blow of a traumatic event could have a damaging butterfly effect on us both.

The urge to get fucked up and blackout drunk was there, but the thought that my careless choice to deal with pain could easily drag Marshall down with me, destroying his hard work of 12 years of sobriety, enabling his alcoholism again made my whole body ache

And knowing I was the cause of it, grieving or not, would haunt me the rest of my life.

After I got cleared by Dr Coleman, I decided to book a week away with Marshall, alone in a cosy cabin, out of Detroit in the lower peninsula.

My therapist agreed that it was a great idea for us both as we needed it to start the healing process together, the less people and temptation around us for the time being, the better.

So I had taken the week off, explaining to Haward, who was quite sympathetic, allowing me to take the time and still offering to pay me, then I called Paul to clear Marshall's schedule, normally a battle with him, but he agreed it was needed for Marshalls mental state since he couldn't even get him to writing let alone focus on his producing.

I also gave Kim the heads up in case the girls were planning on stopping by to see Marshall, so she could let them know we're just on a getaway.