The Other Side of 8 Mile | Eminem Fanfiction

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Dakota POV
Fast forward 1994

"Fuck you" I screamed as Marshall scrunched his nose toward me, "nah, fuck you" he said as he rolled his eyes. 

Here we were, screaming at each other again. "Marshall, we always fight about the same stupid shit" I said barely above a whisper. Time and time again we always found ourselves in the same position, before we found ourselves in the same position, under each other and naked. Marshall let out a long sigh, "I'm sorry" he said, "you know I love you though, right?"

I shook my head, "you always say that, you always use the same bullshit lines" I said as I ran my hands over my face, "ho- hold up, you think I don't love you?" he asked as concern came over his face. I shrugged as silence lingered in the room. Marshall reached out trying to pull me into him but I quickly resisted, pressing my hands to his chests as I pushed his away. 

"Sometimes, I wish I never met you" I said as I cleared my throat, "I know that I love you, but-"

"But fucking what, Dakota?" he screamed. "You wanna leave me, then leave. What's stopping you?" he asked as he started to slam stuff around the apartment. "Why'd you stay so long if you can't stand me?" he asked as I let out a small sigh. 

"If you don't wanna be here I can speed up the process for you" he said as he grabbed some garbage bags and walked into the bedroom. "Marshall, stop!" I said as I ran after him, trying to stop him from shoving my clothes into the bag. 

 "I swear to God, don't touch me" he yelled as he pulled his arm from me as he continued to shove the clothes in the bag. "Marsh, please" I said barely above a whisper as I sat on the bed, waiting for him to stop.

He stopped, breathless dropping everything in his hands. "Kota, I'm sorry" he said as he cupped my face and pressed our foreheads together. "I- I was wrong" he said as he continuously pressed his lips to my skin. 

"I should have at least called, knowing I wasn't coming home" he said as he pulled me into him as tight as he could, saying he was sorry over and over again. 

I cleared my throat, "okay, okay" I said as I ran my fingers through my hair, "you were with the guys, it wasn't like you were out cheating" I said softly as he let out a small scoff, "come lay with me?" he asked as he took my hand in his as he glanced over at the bed.

I gave in and laid beside Marshall, as he attached his lips to my skin leaving wet and sloppy kisses along my neck and collarbone. "Let me make it up to you baby" he said softly as his hands roamed my body. "I think I'm at a disadvantage when we fight, and you have nothing on but one of my t shirts and a thong" he said, "I can't think straight" he said as he removed my thong, slowly spreading my legs.

Here we were, under each other again.