The Monster (My Best Friend Eminem, My Husband Marshall Mathers)

Chapter forty-three

Chapter forty-three

OK! Since today was my first day of class and it went very well as a treat to share my joy with you all I'm going to post chapters 43 and 44 tonight I'm also to excited to see your reactions. I'm in the process of writing two stories one an Eminem story another not an Eminem story and I will not give any spoilers until I reach a high point in both stories! Enjoy chapters 43 and 44!!!!

            My eyes fluttered open and for a moment my head began to spin. “Natalia…” I turned my head over to the side. Marshall sat the same before I shut my eyes. He looked worried and almost to the brink of tears.

            “Marshall…” I mumbled. “Shh, I’m here.” Everything came back like lightening. It is now clear to me now; after seeing that Vincent was the one spreading the rumors, and he is the one who killed Tina. Marshall was not abusing drugs. It does not explain the odd behavior the last few months.

            Without thinking, or a care in the world, I asked, “Marshall…” “Hmm…”

“Are you…did you relapse?” Realizing my marriage was on the line; it dawned on me what I said. Marshall’s eyes widen, but a sigh came from him. He slouched back in the chair shaking his head.

“You are so smart…I knew I couldn’t hide it from you…”

            “Natalia…baby” his voice whined almost tiresome. My heart began playing beats on my chest. Was my husband really on drugs? It was

too much for me to bear.

"Marshall" tears welled up in my eyes. "honey, it's so hard and everyday is a

struggle for me.

"it gets harder and harder...and" his lips began to tremble, like a waterfall,

he started to cry.

"I'm so afraid I'm gonna collapse and use again..." he hysterically cried. It

broke my heart to see him like this, it broke me even more that he felt he

couldn't come to me with this distraught.

"Oh Marshall..." I cooed. He held his face in his hands. I felt helpless and it

added on to my broken heart. I couldn't take this burden away. I wanted to get

up from the bed and hold him. It was all I could do; but the pain coming from my

body prevented me.

I sat and watched him cry; helplessly. My fingers crawled in between his hand

and I was able to comfort my husband.

"Please forgive me, I swear I never did anything!" he cried.

"Why didn't you tell me you were struggling?" "I was afraid you would leave

me..."

How could he think that? The mere thought never came to mind.

"Honey..." I caressed his soft face. He sniffles and such. The tug on his shirt

was enough to bring him closer to me. The smell on his neck reminded me of being

home with him. It brought tears to my eyes I wanted to be home.

"Talia, I need help..." he whimpered. His face was now red and puffy from