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Julie's Story	By : shadyfiction Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 1969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Eminem (Marshall Mathers). I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Julie's Story - Chapter 1
As far as Julie could tell, Detroit sucked.
She’d moved Rachel and Chris there two months ago, and she was already
starting to wonder if they hadn’t been better off in New York. Chris was
being picked on at school, and Rach had been in two fights.
She didn’t worry nearly as much about Rachel as she did Christina. Chrissy
had never developed the killer instinct she was going to need in order
to survive. Rachel had.
Julie was fairly certain that she herself had been born with it.
Thank Christ, because being a guardian to two teenage girls wasn’t easy.
She was twenty four years old. Rachel was seventeen, and Chris had just
turned sixteen.
Julie had won custody of the girls when she was nineteen years old, and
even though she was often overwhelmed – she never regretted getting them
out of the foster home. She’d grown up there, and the year she’d had to leave
the girls there was easily the worst of her life.
Julie put her thoughts on hold while she negotiated the icy drive up
to Four-eleven Lincoln Drive. She didn’t have a license, and the car was
a real piece of shit. She was going on an interview for a housekeeping job
at a private residence. The hours coincided with her other jobs, and if Julie
knew anything – she knew how to scrub a toilet.
And she really, really needed this job. She had the girls living in a
dump, they needed new clothes, and if she didn’t pay the utility bill soon
– they weren’t gonna have heat, either.
Why the hell had she promised Chris she wouldn’t dance anymore?
The money had been a lot better at Exotics, she’d never had to take her
clothes off (that was where she drew the line) and she wasn’t expected to
put up with any bullshit from the customers.
But some of Chrissy’s friends had found out, and they’d called her a
slut. Julie didn’t personally give a rat’s ass, but Chris had been crushed.
Well – if things didn’t get better soon, she was going to have to find
a better way to make money. She’d been denied her high school diploma thanks
to a teacher that hated her guts. How he’d justified flunking her out senior
year was anybody’s guess. She hadn’t stuck around long enough to find out.
Julie had turned eighteen a month before she was supposed to graduate,
and when she found out she wasn’t getting a diploma – she simply walked.
Walked away from high school, and walked away from her foster “parents,"
although she’d never in a million years think of those assholes as parents.
She still regretted not fighting that teacher, though.
Julie was shivering by the time she reached the place on Lincoln Drive.
She could see why they needed a housekeeper – the place was huge.
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Julie left an hour and a half later. She’d gotten the job on a trial
basis, although she could tell the head housekeeper, or whatever she was,
was skeptical. Lulu Gonzales had looked down her nose at Julie throughout
the entire interview.
She probably knew white trash when she saw it.
Still, Julie intended to keep the job. And if she had to work her goddamn
fingeo tho the bone, Rachel was going to the University of Michigan, and
Chris was going to Julliard.
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One week later.
“Yo, Lulu Schmulu. What’s up?”
Lulu rolled her eyes at her employer, Marshall Mathers, a.k.a. Eminem.
“Nada, Master Mathers.” She replied calmly, knowing he hated it when
she called him that.
“How’s the new girl working out? I haven’t even seen her.”
“I am surprised, but she is very good. Works hard and stays out of the
way.”
Marshall bit back a scathing remark, and they both knew it.
“Why’s it surprise you?” He asked curiously, hoping to win some points
with Hailie’s favorite babysitter.
“She is very pretty. Why she works cing ing toilets, I don’t know.”
“She’s cute, huh? Might have to check that out.”
He turned his back on her ferocious scowl and sauntered out of the room.
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Julie was dead tired on Friday night. She only got to go home long enough
to scarf down a sandwich and shower re sre she was due to direct "V.I.P."
traffic at the Coliseum.
She hated dealing with the VIP’s and the limo driver’s, but it wasn’t
such a hard job. She worked at the Coliseum four nights a month and brought
home an extra six hundred dollars plus tips.
She couldn’t afford to say no.
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“Goddamn, Marshall – you gotta see this.” Eddie said from the front seat.
“What’s that, man?”
“This fuckin’ woman working the lot. Goddamn.”
Marshall snorted and sat up straighter in his seat. He was amused to
see his wasn’t the only limo stalling to get a better look.
She was average height – around 5’6 or 5’7, and she did have a knockout
body. Her features weren’t all that distinguishable from a distance, but
he could see that she had black hair. If not beautiful, she wasinitinitely
pretty. They were too far away to make the distinction.
“Smart woman.” Eddie remarked.
“How d’you know that?” Marshall questioned.
“Body like that? She probably cleans up on tips alone.”
“Yeah. Makes sense. I didn’t know they took tips in VIP, though.”
“They do at the Coliseum. It isn’t expected, and any of the valet’s would
get fired for hinting around, but they wouldn’t risk forbidding it. They
do that, and some high roller ends up bein’ embarrassed if a tip turned
down.”
Marshall had no interest in the etiquette of being filthy rich. If someone
gave him good service, he gave them a good tip. End of story.
The line of cars crept along, and Marshall was getting irritated. It
looked to him like every other fucking limo was trying to talk to the bitch
up front.
When it was finally their turn, the woman approached the car and waited
while Eddie lowered the window. She didn’t once peek to see who was in the
back, and Marshall begrudgingly gave her points for professionalism.
And she was beautiful up close.
“I’m sorry for the delay. If you’ll drive to the end of the orange line
there, and then turn left, we’ll get you parked right away.”
“Seems to me the line would’ve moved faster if they all wasn’t tryin’
to get a look at you.” Marshall sniped.
“So I’m told.” She said tiredly.
Something about her tone made him pursue it. “They said somethin’ to
you?”
“They fired me.”
“Damn, that’s cold.” Eddie remarked, and he and Marshall laughed.
She didn’t. All she said was, “It will be,” under her breath, as she
walked away from them and onto the next car.
“Damn. Guess maybe she needed the job, huh?” Eddie remarked.
Marshall was staring after her. He’d seen the way she walked – heard
the defeat in her voice, and he couldn’t help but empathize. He knew what
it was like to be dead on your feet, feeling like you’d never get a break.
He jumped out of the car and left Big Eddie to thrash around in his seat
belt, trying to get loose of the thing. Technically, he was supposed to
be security tonight as well as driver, and he wasn’t supposed to let Marshall
out of his immediate sight.
Too damn bad.
Marshall caught up with her right after she finished directing her next
limo. “Hey! Wait up a sec’!” He shouted.
She swung around and faced him. “Sir?”
“Look. We didn’t mean to laugh at you like that. Here.”
He handed her a couple of hundreds. Marshall rarely gave tips like that.
She accepted the money hesitantly, gave him a tight smile and thanked him.
It was then that he noticed her eyes. They were a dark, grass green,
and he could’ve sworn he saw the humiliation in them. Now he really felt
bad for her, and that wasn’t something he was used to either. He wished
he’d given her more than a couple hundred lousy bucks.
He watched as she moved on to the next car, and he finally turned away
and headed back to the limo where Eddie was waiting with the door open.
The line was moving forward much faster, and he was holding up traffic.
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Christ, what was it with people? Julie couldn’t believe that asshole
Dan had fired her. She hadn’t done a damn thing wrong, but he said she’d
slowed down traffic. Then he’d offered her a more “comfortable” position
in the office.
Julie had said no, and now she was out another thousand dollars a month.
She was hard pressed not to beat the shit out of the little weasel. She
was trying to control her temper these days, and not doing a very good job
of it – to say the least. She did, however, give herself credit for not planting
a fist in his face. It was progress.
And then the fucking car shit the bed.
It was raining, cold as hell, and she was going to have to walk home
at 2:00 in the morning, because there was no way she was paying for a cab
ride.
She was shivering so hard she almost didn’t hear the car approach over
the chattering of her teeth. The window rolled down, and she saw right
away who it was. Eminem – or (to her anyway) the man who’d saved their
asses from starvation this week.
“Damn, girl. Didn’t I give you some cash?” He said pointedly.
“Y-you think I’m gonna spend that on a ride after I just got fired?”
She shot back through stiff, blue lips.
At first he looked surprised, and then he just scowled. “Get in the damned
car. You’re freezing.”
She almost dove head first, but before she could do that, she had to
ask him one thing. “You’ll take me home, that’s it?”
“Yeah. Why? Was there something else you wanted?”
“N-no.”
“Then get the hell in here.”
He could see the relief on her face, and wondered how many assholes had
offered to bring her in from the cold for a fuck.
She jumped in, and Marshall threw his jacket at her. She looked at it
longingly, but shook her head no. “I’ll ruin it.”
“I got three more where it came from, take it.”
She did.
Eddie asked her for her address, and she rattled off a street located
in the seediest section of town.
“Christ.” Marshall muttered. “What are you doin’ living there?”
She shrugged and simply answered, “Wanna send the girls to college.”
He could tell she was exhausted; her words were slurred like a drunk.
“You got kids?” He asked softly.
She shook her head no, then yes. Closed her eyes and tried to speak clearly.
“Mmmm.... legal guardian. Two g-girls, sixteen and seventeen.”
“Yeah? How’d that happen?”
“C-couldn’t leave them in that shithole w-where I grew up.”
“Where’s that?”
“Foster home. New York City.”
“You’re orphans?” He said, stunned.
“Y-yeah.”
“So you just took ‘em?”
“H-had to g-go to court. Had to testify....”
She was swaying slightly, and he had a wild urge to snatch her up in
his arms and hold hHe dHe didn’t, though.
“Testify?”
“Foster parents. Used to b-beat the shit outta me. Always tying us up,
l-locked me in the basement for a whole week once.”
Marshall and Eddie had both gone bug eyed, but she’d passed out and was
completely oblivious.
Marshall left her alone until they pulled up in front of the warehouse
she apparently lived in. There were two cop cars out front, and even though
he didn’t want to – Marshall woke her up.
She completely freaked, jumped out of the car and all but slammed through
the front door, screaming.
Marshall followed her.
“Chris?! Rach?!”
Two girls came flying, and all three of them ended up in a pile on the
floor. One of them was crying, and saying “Julie,” over and over. He surmised
that was his exhausted passenger’s name.
She was wide awake now, and grabbed the girl’s hair to pull her back
and look at her with a critical eye. “What’s going on? Why’re the
fuckin’ cops here?”
So she wasn’t too fond of the police, either. Something they had in common.
“I’m s-sorry J-Julie.” The blonde girl she’d called Chris stammered.
“What? What happened?”
Chris froze like an animal in the path of an oncoming car. It was the
dark haired girl, Rachel, that finally spoke up. “Some guy gave her a ride
home from practice. He attacked her.”
Julie was on her feet in an instant, practically holding Chris up with
her hands under the girl’s armpits. “What?!” She roared.
“I – I got away from him, J-Julie.” She cried.
“Did he hurt you? I swear I’ll fucking kill him!”
This got the cops attention, and they separated Julie from Chris, which
didn’t go over well with either one of them.
It was the least of their problems. The Department of Social Services
showed up next, and because the heat was out, and the place was a dump,
we
were prepared to take the girls away from Julie.
She went nuclear.
He was able to gather that Julie actually had several thousand dollars
in the bank, but it was set aside for college. Apparently the younger girl
was hoping to get accepted to Julliard. They were all willing to live without
new clothes, and occasionally heat, if it meant her realizing her dream.
Hers as well as the other girl, who wanted to go to the University of Michigan
and then to law school.
Julie whipped out several straight A report cards, but Social Services
wasn’t going for it. She either had to move them someplace better within
twenty four hours or relinquish custody.
Marshall’s own mother had never once sacrificed anything to help him.
He was in absolute awe that this woman was working herself into the ground
to not only support these two girls, but to send them to college as well.
He couldn’t have stopped himself if he wanted to.
“Excuse me. I’m Marshall Mathers, you know, Eminem? They can come live
in my house for as long as they need. I can’t believe you fuckin’ people
would take them away from her- at least she cares about them. Shit, I lived
in places as bs ths this with my mother, and no one ever came and got me.”
They all turned to stare at him.
“What? I got a big enough house.”
“We couldn’t ask to..” Julie stammered.
“Why not?”
“Absolutely not. It wouldn’t be appropriate.” The bitch from DSS sniped,
pointedly looking down at both Julie and Marshall.
“Yeah? So me and Julie will get married.” He shot back at the same time
he gave Julie a warning look. “And then you can’t do shit about it.
They’ll be outta college by the time we’re done in court.” He announced smugly.
The woman was clearly stunned, as she knew he was right. “You’re going
to marry Julie Phoenix?”
Well, he hadn’t known her whole name until that moment, and for some
reason – he wasn’t the least bit hesitant when he answered. “Yeah. And
you can’t do shit about it.”
The woman burst out laughing. She sounded like the wicked witch in the
Wizard of Oz. He ought to know, he’d watched it enough times with Hailie
Jade.
“Well. It’ll be a match made in heaven, then, won’t it? She’s probably
got more priors than you do!”
He looked at Julie with raised eyebrows, and the woman gleefully filled
him in.
“Oh, yes. She’s been brought up on assault charges so many times the
Fifth Street cops in New York know her by name.”
“Those weren’t all her fault! I hate you people!” Rachel screamed. “Every
time it’s going okay someone has to come along and mess with us! We want
to stay with Julie, you bitch! Can’t you get that? We love her, and she
loves us! She was always there for us at the foster home! She came and
got us, just like she said she would! Do you know how hard she works just
to take care of us? Do you stupid assed people even care about that?!”
“Rachel, it’s okay. I’m not gonna let ‘em take you.” Julie said in a
low tone, trying to calm the girl down, but she was on a roll.
“No. You probably don’t! Well, where the hell were you when she needed
you, huh? No one ever cared when Mr. Michael’s was beating the shit out
of her, or when he was burning her with cigarettes, or…”
Chris started crying again and Julie caught her before she collapsed
to the floor. “Rachel! Damn it! That’s enough!” Julie yelled.
“No it’s not, Julie! It’ll never be enough! Where were they?! That’s
what I want to know! Who protected you, huh? No one! I know you’re only
twenty-four, Julie, but you’re the only mom I’ve ever had! And I’m not
going anywhere!”
Rachel was now crying, and Julie turned murderous eyes on the woman from
DSS. “I hope you feel good. I’ve seen Rachel cry twice since she was ten
years old.”
The woman did, at least, have the decency to look contrite.
Marshall moved in for the kill. “Julie, baby, we need to get you all
packed. We have a wedding to arrange.”
Twenty-four hours ago if someone had told him those words would be coming
out of his mouth – he would have pissed himself laughing.
Today he was deadly serious.
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