NEVER LOVE AGAIN - An Eminem story

Chapter 58

What? I knew he wouldn't talk to me... I just need to talk to him, Tim, please... If he doesn't want to talk to me, I'll leave!!

I'm sorry, Miss... I really can't! Tim said firmly.

Tim was a professional man, he was not going to let me in unless Marshall said so... And it wasn't going to happen!

Okay... I looked around. I'll wait for him to come out... I sat on the floor in front of the door. I can't go in, but he can't stay inside forever!

Tim looked at me and blinked a couple of times but didn't say anything. I looked at my watch. 1pm... The flight we had booked before we came was set for 6pm and Marshall liked to arrive early for his flights so he must be coming out at any time.

At 4:30pm, Tim's phone started ringing.

Hey boss... I looked up at Tim when he answered. I'm right outside!... Okay! He hung up.

It's time! I thought to myself and before I could get up from the hotel's floor, Marshall opened the door. He stopped himself from exiting his room when he noticed me on the floor.

What is she doing here? I told ya I didn't want to see her... He said to Tim.

No, you said Tim couldn't let me in... And I didn't go in... I got up and arranged my jeans.

Marshall frowned at me and looked at Tim, who shrugged.

She's been sat there for the last 3 and half hours... He said into Marshall's ear. Didn't move once!

Marshall! Can we just talk please? This's mess... I plead taking a step closer to him.

I could see Marshall debating himself.

'Aight... He stepped aside to let me in. I smiled and crossed the door frame.

His room wasn't as big as the one he used to have on tour but was still very large. His bed was perfectly done but the sofa in front of it was torn apart.

What do ya wanna talk 'bout!? Marshall placed the bag he was carrying on the floor.

I want to apologise... For what I did yesterday... It was... Childish and uncalled for, I shouldn't have done it! Even though I was mad at you, I didn't have the right to go on the internet and bring people into our private life... I stopped so Marshall could say something, but he didn't, so I carried on. I should have talked to you like you asked me to, like 2 adults... It was fucked up! I didn't know what else to say although I felt I wanted to say more. Marshall just stood there looking at me with his arms crossed over his chest.

He turned around and walked to the door. Is that all?

Y-Yes... I stuttered.

He opened the door. Ya can go then...

My feet grew roots to the floor, and I couldn't move. Was this it?

You're not going to say anything? I managed to say.

I ain't got nothing to say to traitor like ya... He said without looking into my eyes.

Traitor!? I was dumbfounded.

He let the door close behind him with a loud bang. I trembled with the sound.

Ya went online and clowned me... Ya want me to just forgive ya and receive ya wit open arms?! He scoffed.

I know I messed up but I- I was mad and wasn't thinking clearly! You have all the right to be mad at me, but we can at least talk about it, Marshall! I held my tears back.

Let's talk then! He yelled and sat on the sofa's arm. Where do ya wanna start, Ana? He crossed his arms. The party, where ya rubbed yo'self against some fucker and dismissed it like it was nothing? He squinted his eyes. Or the fucking live online, where ya played every song that contained a diss against me? Uh? Where do ya wanna start?

I was fucking fighting my tears at this point. I want to start at the beginning... I didn't rubbed myself against anyone! I danced with friends and that's it, I-

Like I believe ya... He cutted me off.

Can I FUCKING TALK!? I yelled with my thick accent. Marshall glanced at me surprised. I didn't do anything wrong with anyone... If it looked like it, I'm sorry but it wasn't ANYTHING like that... I don't want to fuck Ben! If he wants to fuck me, that's his problem... I like him as a friend and nothing more, never did, never will...

Marshall was staring at the floor like a kid that was just yelled at.

And about the live... I'm so fucking sorry! I wanted to hurt you where it hurts the most after you called me a whore and didn't even let me defend myself, but I didn't measure the consequences of my acts and now I made a fucking mess... I regret doing it, but I know it doesn't change anything! I felt my voice shake. I'm sorry... I looked down.

We remained silent for a couple of minutes just soaking the situation in.

I'm sorry too... He spoke finally. I got jealous seeing ya so friendly and loose wit those fucking actors and I jumped to conclusions... Last night Whit told me that ya spent the entire night rambling about me and us... Marshall stuck his hands on his pockets.

I did!? My cheeks heated up.

Yes, ya were pretty drunk and talked and talked... I saw him hiding his smug.

I bit my lip.

I should have let ya talk, it would've prevent all of this mess from happening... Ya were just havin' fun and if ya didn't care 'bout me, ya wouldn't come to check on me so many times! I'm sorry Ana Ray! He looked at me under his hat and I felt my legs tremble at the way he said my name.

We both fucked up... I guess we need to work on our anger management! I chuckled.

I'm a lost cause but I'm more than willing to get better... For you! He got closer to me.

I smiled. I held his hand and kissed him.