Tessa's P.O.V:
"We stopped Tessa Blacks manager this morning and asked him a couple of questions about her manager. Mr Tatum said 'Tessa is doing just fine. They are both doing fine. She has gone back to Detroit to her fiancé and she is excited to move on from this. She thanks all her fans and friends for supporting her through this rough period'. There have not been any pictures of Eminem in California, which makes us wonder, is everything really fine between them?" I read from the magazines.
"When was this published?" Marshall asks.
"Yesterday." I mumble before I clear my throat. "God, I hate my manager." I sigh and lean my head on his shoulder as I tighten my arm around him.
"God you're heavier than an hippo." Marshall grunts as we stop at the top of the staircase.
"You're a real asshole, you know that?" I hit his chest with the magazine as he carries me down the stairs in his arms.
"I'm fucking with you." He chuckles and kisses me on my cheek.
"I could get used to this." I smile.
"Yeah well, i'm already sick of carrying you around the house." Marshall mumbles making me wack him him one again.
"I hate you." I tut as I place my head on his shoulder.
"No, you love me." He states, making me smile lightly.
"Yep, I do." I say and kiss him on the cheek.
"Okay...stay here, i'll go get your wheel chair." Marshall says as he helps me sit down on the last step.
"Trust me, i'm not going anywhere." I mumble as he walks upstairs again.
I let out a sigh as Marshall walks upstairs. Lilly is on a break and I just found out that Lilly is my new assistant. I told Leroy that I wasn't planning on doing anything soon so I didn't need a new assistant but Leroy didn't take a no as an answer.
It had been two day's since I came and just like the past three weeks, I have barley slept. Marshall stayed with me the whole past two days. In the night I would wake up because of my nightmare's and he would hold me until I fell back to sleep.
I look down at the marble floor and swallow a lump in my throat, this is where the man beat me half to death. I squeeze my eyes shut when I can hear my screams in my head and that man's voice.
"Marshall!" I look up at the staircase. I look back down at the same spot and shift a little. I could never stay on my own for longer than a minute after my attack.
My heart starts to beat faster and faster by the second and I start to feel all sweaty and hot. I place my hand on my chest and clutch onto my shirt as I gasp for air.
Another panic attack.
"Tessa." The front door quickly open's and I watch Nathan walk in. I squeeze my eyes shut and sigh in relief. "Are you okay...You look kinda pale and...sweaty." He says slowly.
"I'm fine." I nod and push my hair back, damn I need to cool off. "Can you help me up?" I ask.
"Yeah, where's Marshall?" He asks as he wraps his arm around me and helps me up. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asks again.
"Im fine. Marshall went to get my wheel chair, just one more week and hopefully this damn thing will be off my leg." I mumble as I place my hand on the railing and one hand around Nathan's shoulder.
"Hold on." I hear Marshall says before he bring the wheel chair. "Damn thing wouldn't open." He adds as he comes at the bottom of the step and places the wheel chair down. "What's wrong?" He asks.
"Nothing wrong." I clear my throat and sit down on the wheel chair. Nathan pushes me towards the living room as Marshall's phone rings.
"Have you seen the girls yet?" Nathan asks.
"Nope. Not yet." I shake my head. "Can you grab me a bottle of water?" I ask.
"Aye aye, captin." He salutes, I roll my eyes and shake my head. "What..too soon?" He says as he points at the plastic patch on my eye.
"Way too soon." Both of our head snap towards the door to find my big brother standing in the door way. Today is the day that I take this damn patch of my eye and since there paparazzi everywhere, Andrew had to come down here with a female doctor with him.
Nathan clears his throat awkwardly and give me an awkward smile as he slowly walks out the room, mumbling something about how big and strong my brother look's and how he's not the one to be messed with.
"Hey." I smile at my brother as we hug.
"How are you feeling?" Andrew asks as he sits down on the couch.
"I'm great...You know...I'm doing good." I shrug.
"Yeah well those dark circles under your eyes say otherwise." He mumbles. "Haven't you been sleeping?" He asks.
"I have." I nod. "But my side is killing me." I say.
"I can check that out for you." The female doctor says.
"Tessa, this is Dr Neil. She's the head of general surgey and the best doctor at my hospital." Andrew says.
"Dr Neil. I remember you." I say as I shake hands with her.
"I remember you too." She says, showing of her pearly whites. "Me and Andrew went to the same schools." She explains and takes a seat next to my brother.
"And now he's your boss, that sucks." I say, earning a nudge from my brother.
"Okay, Tess. Let's get this thing of you." Andrew says as he stands up and takes a bag from Dr Neil.
***
"If I fall then it's all your fault." I point at Marshall.
"I'm trying to help you." Marshall chuckles.
It's been a couple of days since I got the damn eye patch off and I was so grateful to find out that I didn't lose any of my vision. Guess the doctors were right, I'm going to be back to to normal after all.
This morning the doctor removed the cast from my leg and the doctor suggested that I tried to walk on it. Only problem is, it still hurts a little since I don't take and pain killers. Plus, I haven't walked in a while so it feels weird to walk on it.
"You're moving back with each step I take foward. That's cheating!" I frown as I hold onto the wall and walk towards him.
"I'm not, come on." He waves me over. I roll my eyes and slowly walk over to him. "I don't have all day, grandma." He grins.
"Screw you." I mumble, trying my best to hide my stupid smile.
"Almost there..." Marshall says slowly.
"I would have already been there twenty minutes ago if you didn't cheat by taking steps back." I say.
"You should be lucky i'm helping you." He says, taking another step back.
"Oh, yes. Thank you so much Marshall for making this harder." I say sarcastically and smile as he chuckles in response.
"Come on." He sighs, as he takes another step backwards.
"Stop moving." I tut.
"Do you want to walk by yourself again?" He asks.
"Fuck me for having a shitty carer like you." I mumble.
"All in good time, baby." He smirks. I roll my eyes at him as I look away from him in embarrassment.
"I'm done." I say, trying to hide my stupid smile. I let out a small sigh as I stretch my toes and lean my back against wall.
"Tess, come on. Another few steps." Marshall says.
"No. I'm done." I shake my head. Marshall clears his throat loudly making me look up at him.
"Hows everything with Marshall?" My eyes go wide as he reads a text from my phone. I dig my hands into my pocket, the asshole took it from my pocket and I didn't even notice. "Everything's perfect, he's perfect.." Marshall reads the text I sent her in the morning.
"Marshall...stop." I say quickly.
The next text I sent Karla was basically saying how I missed getting close to Marshall because of injurys and I can't wait to fully heal. I told her how we haven't had sex since the attack and how I try not to jump on him every time he lays down next to me or touches me.
Damn it Tessa!
"And then you added....Damn..." Marshall smirks as he reads the text quietly.
"You're an asshole." I mumble as I walk towards him.
"Damn.." He mumbles as he reads the text. I finally make it to him and snatch my phone out of his hands.
"You're an asshole." I repeat as I poke my finger into his chest and turn my back towards him.
"I just made you walk, you should be thanking me." Marshall says as he wraps his arm around me and pulls my back against his front. "As much as I would love to do those things in bed with you that you told your bestfriend about...." Marshall says as he places his chin on my shoulder and kisses my neck. "I want you to recover fully before I do anymore damage." He kisses me again.
"You're still an asshole." I let out a moan as he bites down on my skin and kisses it.
"Five weeks is a long time to go on without having sex." He mumbles.
"Yeah well you're not going to have sex anytime soon." My eyes to wide and Marshall immediately let's go off me.
"Aunt Betty." Marshall clears his throat as he turns to face Mrs Renee.
Great, just great.
I want Marshall close to me so frickin bad and his Aunt Betty is probably going to be here for a long time. I smile at Aunt Betty as she walks towards me and embraces me in a hug.
"How are you, honey?" She asks.
"I'm good." I shrug slightly, my face feels like it's on fire.
"You're walking on your leg again." She says.
"Yeah, the doctor suggested it." I tell her. "Marshall was helping me." I gesture toward's her nephew.
"Hmm...Didn't look like it." She mumbles as she walks off.