"Are you okay?" Marshall asks breathlessly. I can only manage a nod of my head in return. I start to lean in. Wait, what am I doing?! Why do I trust this guy enough to have told him so much about me? He must be able to mind read or some shit because at the same time as me be pulled away. A light blush is on his cheeks too. "I'm sorry-" we both say at the same time. We both manage an awkward laugh, and I look down at the ground. I scratch the back of my neck as an awkward silence fills the air. "Why don't we talk about this somewhere else?" Marshall says making me look up at him. His tone was cold and emotionless much like my own. His eyes had shifted into their darker shade of blue. I nod my head and he starts walking out of the bathroom. I follow him close behind and think to myself. "What the fuck is he doing in my life?"

Whore... Emo... Bitch... Slut... Faggot... Those were the names Rainy would get called every single day, Bullied, Depressed, Suicidal, Those 3 words describe Rainy’s personality, What if she gets adopted by Eminem? Well not exactly, What if Dre adopts her for Marshall for publicity? Will Marshall except the depressed 13 year old in his life and as one of his own kids or take her back to Dre to give to the adoption centre?