Chapter 18Game of Chance
“What the fuck, Marshall?” Kim asked angrily. “It’s that little whore of yours, isn’t it? The bitch I saw at your house!” she accused.
“Now, Kim, let’s try and stay calm. I didn’t come here to fight.”
“No? Did you expect me to go down without one?”
“I expected far more than you could ever give, obviously,” he replied bitterly.
“Tell me why, Marshall. Tell me what she has that I don’t!”
“Let’s not kid ourselves, Kim, we both know why I’ve stuck around.”
“Hailie,” Kim concluded.
“Yeah, and you knew that. I mean, yeah, I was gonna try—we were gonna try…but I met someone else.”
“Tell me why you’re picking her over your family.”
“I’m not. I realized that being together doesn’t help matters. We’re just gonna fight and bitch—Hailie doesn’t need to grow up with all that. Ten years from now, she’s gonna realize what we were fightin’ over and why we never split. Why’d you wanna do that to our daughter?”
“That’s not how it’d be! You don’t know how it’d be—”
“We have a very nasty history, Kim. That’s never going to change, and we’re not going to change for each other; so, we’re stuck where we are and will always be.”
//
“Is she a good fuck?”
“Excuse me? Kim, I told you, this is not about her. This is about us and Hailie. We won’t work, and we shouldn’t force ourselves for Hailie’s sake because in the end it’s only going to hurt her,” he reiterated.
“I just don’t get it,” Kim replied, finally sitting on the worn sofa. “I saw her. She has nothing on me.”
“You saw her. You don’t know her,” he said softly.
“I don’t need to know her to know that she’s a conniving little bitch that’s just waiting to get pregnant and claim the baby’s yours, so she can milk you for every last penny you have!”
“Damn it!” he swore. “You don’t know shit! I’ve said what I’ve come to say: we’re over.”
Her words stopped him from storming out of the house.
“You leave me, and I’m going to make sure you never see Hailie again. A bruise here, a bruise there—just the violent Eminem at work, you know…”
“You little bitch! I’ll see you in fuckin’ court—can’t wait to bring out all your little nasty habits and sordid tales to play. We’ll all have a field day and share a good laugh at your expense,” he replied in a low, lethal voice.
“Fuck you!” Kim yelled as Marshall slammed the front door.
//
“Hello?”
“Hey, lemme talk to ‘Tessa,” Marshall said gruffly into the telephone since he didn’t recognize the voice.
“This Marshall?”
“Yeah.”
“Hold on.”
“Sorry,” Contessa said breathlessly. “I was in the shower, that was Stella.”
“Shower, eh? Tell me more.”
“Is something wrong, Marsh?”
“Huh? No, nothing’s wrong,” he replied quickly.
“Oh, please. You don’t fool me for a second. What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothin’.”
“I swear—” she began.
“I went to see Kim today.”
“Good.”
“It didn’t go so good.”
“Did you expect it to?”
“Not really,” he grinned at the predictability of the situation.
“So, what’s the matter?”
“I gotta go to court.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause Kim’s gonna try and get sole custody of Hailie.”
“Oh, no! I doubt that’ll happen…don’t worry, baby.”
“I don’t think it’ll happen, either…but I can’t help but wonder what if.”
“Maybe she was just bluffing.”
“Nah, she’s desperate enough to do it. It’ll be all right, because I’ll sue for sole custody. I’ve been wantin’ to get Hailie out of that house, anyway.”
“So some good came out of all of this mess! See, I told you it’d be fine.”
He laughed. “Thanks, ‘Tessa.”
“You know, nobody really calls me that but you.”
“Do you care?”
“No, I kinda like it,” she smiled.
//
“Listen to your radio tonight,” he advised candidly.
“Why?” she said wryly.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he replied innocently.
“You guys cut the song and shit that fast?”
“Dre wanted to push it onto the airwaves ASAP because he wants my album to drop soon.”
“A lot of pressure?”
“Nah, it’s better with some pressure. Otherwise, you get lazy and start forgettin’ you’re doing this for a living, not as a hobby.”
“Not that you don’t have enough to live on for the rest of your life times twenty.”
“Hey, I don’t have that much.”
“Oh, excuse me, only thirty million? Damn, what a hardship!”
Marshall blushed slightly. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” she said flabbergasted. “I know how much I have to the damned decimal.”
“How much is that?” he asked flatly.
“Thirty thousand, eight hundred and seventy two dollars and fifty six cents!” she said proudly. “Pocket change to you, but it pays my bills and keeps me alive.”
“Well, just think, there were times where I couldn’t pay the bills and barely stayed alive.”
“I know. I’m not complaining.”
“No?”
“I’m a very happy woman.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because you’re coming to visit soon.”
//
“I really miss you, Marshall,” Contessa whispered sultrily.
“I miss you, too, baby,” he echoed.
“I wish we weren’t so far apart. I need you!”
He chuckled. “Need me, huh?”
“I don’t think I’ve told you how much I’ve missed sleeping with you. I got used to it those few days in Detroit.”
“No, you haven’t,” he replied. “But now that you mention it, I guess I’d miss sleeping with me, too—if I wasn’t me, you know.”
She laughed beautifully. “Funny, Mr. Mathers.”
“You know I miss having my morning wake up calls.”
“Oh, really?”
“I mean, really, my day just isn’t the same without having your lips somewhere on me first.”
“Preferably on your cock, though, I bet.”
“So?” he replied cockily.
Chapter 19Author: zines@aol.com
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