Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 73

Blair's POV

I pulled my jacket around my body more as I walked around the front of the cabin.

It had been a quiet uneventful three days and I really wasn't ready to get back to the real world at the end of the week.

My normal reaction would be to just go and go on a bender, deal with some of the pain by filling it out with copious amounts of alcohol and drugs.

But surprisingly, although a struggle, this alcohol-free getaway seemed to be working well.

If I could get Marshall to talk more it would be helpful but he's stuck in his own head still.

I'm going to have to push a little more, I'm going to have to make him feel like he can talk.

I just have to figure out how.

The other thing I wasn't looking forward to, even though I felt bad I didn't, was Kelsey's baby shower that was next week.

My therapist said it would be healthy for me to attend and face the music, just like how pleased he was when he found out that we had accepted the godparent role.

I wasn't so sure.

The last thing I wanted to see was Kelsey heavily pregnant with a baby she didn't deserve.

"You ok?" Marshall's voice came from next to me.

I turned to look at him, he was dressed in a Parka jacket with the hood up over his grey beanie, one hand shoved in the pocket of his jeans, the hand with the cast, just kinda hanging.

I snorted every time I saw that stupid cast.

Idiot.

"I'm fine" I said with a huff.

The fact that idiot would punch a wall annoyed me more than it made me feel guilty.

I felt his fingers lift my chin up away from the view of it.

"Stop marinating over the damn fracture, I get it, it wasn't a good move, nothing I can do about it now"

"You're lucky your old ass didn't just crumble into dust" I said hands on hips.

"Do you want to fucking so this shit or not? Because I only agreed to do this for you, I feel fucking stupid" Marshall said, frowning at me.

"Yes" I said pulling on the sleeve of my jacket "I want to do it"

"Well come on Mariah, use them pipes"

I glared at him as he gave me a stupid lopsided smirk waving his hands.

I caught a glimpse of that stupid cast again and turned and started to scream into the distance.

I screamed for every emotion that I had felt a week ago.

Marshall's voice following behind mine.

For how unfair it was.

For that stupid fucking cast.

For how fucked up fate was.

I screamed because Marshall was a mess again, for the first time in 13 years and I felt like it was my fault.

We screamed until I couldn't scream anymore.

And it felt good.