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Demolition Addiction	By : alicevanity Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 3528 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. I do not own/know Eminem and I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 2:

"Man, I really think you should apologize to her…" Obie said in his low voice. "For what? She was lookin' for it man!" Marshal protested. "I regret tellin' you, man…whose side you at anyway?" Em snapped.
"Relax man, you told me what happened, I was just speaking my freaking mind…" Obie got defensive. "Fuck it." Eminem murmured and lied back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. "Seriously man, I heard da poor girl stormed outta the house shivering, her lips were practically shaking." Obie said seriously, checking on Marshall's expression, trying to see if it affects him.
"Aight, maybe I kinda over-reacted…" Em started to mumble after a long pause. Obie felt a twitch of happiness inside, he knew how hard it was for Marshall to admit he was wrong, regretting wasn’t something he was good at.
"Ey man, give me your cellphone for a moment." Em said out of the blue. "What for?" Obie called out surprised. "Just fucking give it to me already." Marshall insisted annoyingly. Obie sighed and shook his head, then he grabbed his phone from the cabinet that was on his side of the sofa and handed it to Em.
Em got up and flipped the phone open. He stepped into his room with the phone and closed the door, Obie got the hint.
Em looked for Roy's number, he was out, somewhere. "Hey man, where you at?" he asked quietly when Roy picked up. "At Corey's…why?" Roy replayed suspiciously. "Is Alli there?" Em asked carefully. "No. why?" Roy asked again, this time more impatiently.
"Nevermind, forget it." Eminem stuttered and became silent for a moment. "Hey, can you give me Alli's address?" he asked directly. "No! What for?" Roy yelled.
"I owe her an apology." Em said softly and calmly.
Roy agreed. "Wait, lemme grab a piece of paper…" Em murmured and headed to his writing desk, he couldn’t find a pen so he just opened his laptop and typed it there. "Thanks, man." Eminem murmured after typing the address.
"Hey, Em, what happened between the two of ya anyway?" Roy teased. "None of your damn business you punk!" Eminem snapped suddenly, raising his voice. Roy flinched from the other side, alarmed by Em's moods swing. "And don’t come back too late." Em added teasingly and hung up.
He stared at the computer screen, he knew that street. Someone he knew used to live there. It was half past eleven at night, he figured that now would be a bad time to knock on her door. He decided to wait for tomorrow, after all…the party happened last night, she might not have relaxed yet.
Em didn’t know why they were at Obie's from the first place. Sure, he wanted to chill before the week starts because he knew he has a lot of shit lined up with the promotion of his album. He didn’t want to leave, though. On one hand he really wanted to get this over with and fly to meet Hailie and Kim. But on the other hand…something inside of him longed to meet Alli again, he felt guilty and wanted to really…get a closure, he knew it wouldn’t be easy. He had a huge ego and he didn’t know how the hell is he gonna speak out those two annoyingly difficult words.
He lied in his bed and covered himself in his white sheets, staring at the ceiling. "Damn." He mumbled, knowing it's gonna be hard. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.
The Next day
Eminem went out of his room and stepped across the hall towards the kitchen. Obie was sitting to the huge wooden table that was placed next to the kitchen. "Morning," Obie mumbled and took a glimpse at Eminem. "Watchya eatin'?" Em murmured sleepily. "Pancakes, I left you a few on the frying pan." Obie said peacefully.
"So what did ya do eventually?" Obie asked quietly, hoping not to piss him off that early today. "Can we not talk about dat shit right now?" Eminem replayed, still calm. Obie lowered his look again, "Why do ah even bother to try and save yo ass…" Obie murmured and grabbed his plate, putting it in the sink.
Em poured hot water into a glass and made himself some coffee. "You want some too?" Em looked at Obie that refused without even saying a thing. "By the way, yo wife called." Obie said calmly. "For real? Damn. What did she say?" Em asked vigorously, snapping out of his indifference.
"She said she takes Hailie to her mother this week." Obie informed and washed his plate clean. "Whatever man, that bitch can do whatever she wants, but as soon as this fucked up week ends I wanna see mah daughter!" Marshall informed firmly. "Tell that to her, bro." Obie said quietly and disappeared at the hallway.
Marshall's brain was racing. He was getting annoyed, he really thought he could just chill and be cool all day so he'd show up all relaxed and laid back for the meeting with Alli. But hearing about Kim that early in the morning was never good. He stepped into the living room that was right pass the kitchen and raised the receiver, starting to dial Kim's cellphone number.
Kim: "Hello."
Marshall: "Hey, where you at?" he asked firmly when a few environmental sounds were heard from the other side.
Kim: "I took Hailie to the mall. When we go back home I'm packing a few things and she's going to stay at my mother's for the next week."
Marshall: "Why? He asked you to come with him again? You're leaving her to go fuck him all week?" His tune became more and more aggressive, he felt the blood boiling in his veins.
Kim: "Stop it, Marshall, you know it's not true." She said restrainedly. "And if you hate my mom so much, why won't you take her for once? Always so critic about others, but what do you really do?" her voice becomes more vicious now.
Marshall: "You know I can't do this Kim!" he roared at the receiver. "Where does he leave his son everytime you two fuck each other? Huh?"

Kim: "This conversation ends here, Marshall."
Marshall: "Don’t fucking hang up on me, you bitch! I wanna see mah fucking daughter when this hellish week is over. And don’t even think about messing it up, or I'll fuck you up myself. I'm dead serious. Bye." he said dangerously and hung up.
Marshall took a deep breath and threw himself on the couch, he laid his head back and closed his eyes, imagining himself holding Hailie, talking to her, hugging her. He was thankful for getting to do what he loves for a living, but it cost him the thing he loved the most – his daughter.
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When Corey and Alli came back from school she asked him if he wants to come over, he agreed and they went to her house. Corey was surfing on the internet when Alli picked up a few dirty clothes. "Hey, have you ever listened to Eminem's song about his ex wife?" Corey asked out of the blue.
"No. Why? What is it about?" Alli asked carefully, walking over her computer. Corey played the song on Youtube and displayed the lyrics on the screen.
When the song was over Corey turned and looked up to see frightened Alli almost shivering, her left hand on her mouth. "He screamed at me." She whispered. "What?" Corey responded immediately.
"At the party, when we were locked at the room, he screamed at me, out of control, I thought he was going to kill me." Alli recreated the scene in her mind. It was just like in the song, he was so…uncontrolled, unleashed, his voice was powerful, ear-piercing." She said shakily.
"Yeah, but its not him, that's his alter ego." Corey pointed at the screen. The video was made of a few Eminem pictures. In one of them he was giving the finger to the camera, his eyes were widely open and he looked almost evil.
"What?" Alli furrowed.
"His alter ego, his other personality…you know, his real name is Marshall Mathers, but he's got that name "Eminem", that’s his rap name. He's also "Slim Shady", which is the crazy one, he's sensational, twisted, crazy." Corey reflected, looking at Em's crude picture.
"You mean he's got three personalities?" Alli asked confused, a little disturbed. Corey chuckled. "Something like that…" he concluded, "Look, I gotta go now…I just remembered I gotta go pick up my lil' brother." He said and grabbed his backpack. "Okay." Alli replayed quietly.
He got up and kissed her on the cheek. "Don’t let it get to you huh? I'm sure he meant no harm." Corey said calmly and walked out of the door. Alli just stared curiously but worriedly on Slim's picture on the screen.
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Marshall's cellphone rang on the cabinet while he was sitting on the couch with a pan and a paper. "What?" he picked up without even looking at the ID. "Where are you man? I hope you're already on your way to the studio." Dr. Dre said, sounding pretty impatient. "Oh shit man…" Marshall mumbled and put the cellphone on speaker mode, he put the cellphone on the closet shelve and started to change, knowing that Dre's gonna get pissed in a few seconds.
"Are you for real man? What the fuck is with you lately? Get your ass here ASAP, were waiting." Dre demanded and hung up, not even waiting for a replay. "Ass." Marshall mumbled and horried to change. He put on a wide red t-shirt, his dark blue baggie pants and grabbed the cellphone, putting it in his pocket.
He couldn’t find his wallet all around Obie's house so he just grabbed the car keys and went out. Eminem opened the door into his black Porsche 997 and drove off full speed.
Eminem was at the studio 10 minutes later, walking into Dre's office. "And you managed to come down here without a speeding ticket?" Dre teased him, Marshall just flipped him off and sat in his chair, between Kuniva and Bizarre.
"In 3…2…1…" Dre announced and they started the radio show. "Hey yo yo what's up people, we're here with D12…" Dre spoke on and on but Marshall was somewhere else in his mind, he knew that he walks out of here straight to Alli's. The hour was 3 PM, he assumed that they would be finishing around 4 and a half.
The time started to drag around quarter to four and Marshall stared at the clock that was hanged beyond Dre's shoulder, he was bored and impatient. "If you think you're the next big thing you can send your demo shit to our office and we'll listen to it, cause Shady records are looking for a hot, brand new talent, right Eminem?" Dr. Dre said. Em suddenly raised his head, snapping out of his daydreaming. "Yeah, yeah." Em murmured, clearing his throat.
Dre just stared at him suspiciously, noticing that he was kinda disconnected. When the show was over Em was the first to walk out of the room. He waved at them beyond the see through wall that separated the office and the studio, Dre gave him a nod and Em left. He rushed into his expensive car and to Alli's neighborhood.
He knew exactly where he was going to, the neighborhood had changed a bit since the last time he was there. The place was mixed with black and white families. A few black and white 6-10 years old kids were playing outside, it was still early. There were a few small and low houses with ruin porches, he looked for the number of her house. Finally his eyes met the number 24 on an old house's front wall.
Eminem took the few steps that were heading to the front door and knocked on the wood it was made of. A few steps were heard from the other side, a woman was standing inside, examining Eminem's face, she seemed surprised. She checked him from top to bottom and then looked beyond his shoulder, her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the Porsche. The woman had a few wrinkles on her forehead and at the corners of her eyes. Alli had the same eyes, he assumed she was her mother.
"Is Alli home?" he asked politely. "Yes," she replayed voiceless and then cleared her throat and said "Come in.", still overwhelmed. "She's in her room." Her mother said and gestured towards the hallway. "Last door on the right." She guided him but stayed in her place. "Thanks." He replayed quietly and marched forward.
A dim sound of music was heard and went louder as he stepped farther. He opened the door soundlessly and saw her standing next to her computer with her back on him, wearing a white tank top and pale blue pants that came down to her knees. She was singing with all her heart:
"Because I told you, you'd live to regret it,
and now I don't wanna make you feel bad,
But when it comes to me just forget it,
I'll be the best you never had,
You put me through so many emotions,
Now baby it's your turn for that,
'cause in your empty heart I have left a mark,
The best you never had."
She had a great voice, deep and strong but she could also sing pretty high. With every word she sang he thought to himself: Damn, that girl can sing. He smiled to himself, he knew that song. He cleared his throat and she flinched and turned immediately, her cheeks became a little reddish and she turned off the music.
"I didn’t know you love Leona Lewis. Wanna meet her?" he asked and a spark lightened in his eyes, he closed the door behind him. "What?" was the only thing she had managed to say. "Yeah…there's this music awards shit soon, she'd be there, you wanna meet her?" he explained.
Alli sighed and stepped back. "What are you doing here?" she asked directly. Marshall took a deep breath, a hundred ways and versions of apologizing were crossing his mind, and he just couldn’t pick one. He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.
"You really scared me the other night." Alli said under one breath, piercing the tense silence.
"I acted like a total jerk, don’t take it seriously. I just wanted you to know that…I'm sorry." He said slowly, taking a deep breath. Alli just stared at him, the weird expression on her face didn’t change.
"Which one is it?" she asked directly, as if she wasn’t listening until now. "What?" Marshall replayed immediately. "Which one of your characters you're playing today?" she asked carefully and sat on her bed, getting farther from him. He snorted, "Everyone's got a fucked up dark side, I was just fucking pissed that night. It was a fucking mistake to take it out on you." he explained again.
Alli lowered her look, staring down at her shoes. "So, you forgive me?" she heard his voice much closer now, his fingers touching her chin, pushing it up a little to meet his blue puppy eyes. Alli flinched back to his touch.
"Is someone hitting you?" he asked, giving her a testing look. "No!" she replayed firmly. "Don’t be afraid of me, I wont hurt you. I fucking came down here to apologize." He said softly.
Suddenly a noise came out of the window. Both of them turned their heads to see a man trying to climb into her room. "Dad!" Alli hissed and helped him in. The man's clothes were dirty and worn out, his hair was messy and he looked bad. Marshall stood there shocked for a moment. "I need some money, Alli." The man asked pitifully, he seemed like he wasn’t even aware or paying attention to Marshall's presence.
Alli seemed anxious. She walked to the door and made sure it was closed. Then she crossed the room and reached her hand to open her cabinet's last draw. She dripped a few bills, handing them out to her desperate dad. "Thank you, my angel." He said and climbed out.
"What the fuck was that?" Marshall asked when the man disappeared. "My dad…my parents are divorced, he's a homeless, and alcoholic." Alli said quietly, her eyes filling up with tears. Marshall's eyes were becoming darker too, he could definitely relate, his family was fucked up too. "Just don’t tell my mom." She whispered and closed the window. "Why the fuck would I do that?" he asked again and sat on the bed. Alli was standing infront of him now. "I don’t know, please, nobody knows." She pleaded.
Marshall nodded and added quietly. "I just think…its lame that he comes up to his daughter, from the fucking window, asking her for a few fucking dollars to get wasted." He said, pointing at the window. "Hey! Don’t judge my dad! You don’t even know him!" Alli yelled, bursting into tears.
"Fix me if 'm wrong but…he ain't exactly lookin' for a job huh? He takes your money and goes drinking, when he runs out of money he comes back. Right?" Marshall asked, this was too familiar to him. Alli fell to the floor and buried her soaked face in her hands.
"No, please don’t start that shit…" Marshall mumbled, embarrassed and confused by the emotional situation. He reached his hand and helped her up, she sat on her bed and he sat next to her, leaning his hand on her back innocently. She didn’t flinch or back away – for the first time.
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