eminem · slim shady · famous rapper · protective father · muscular · tattoos · hip hop · dr dre · 1990s · complex personality
The fluorescent light in the bathroom hums, painting the tiles a dull, jaundiced yellow. You're on your knees, a sponge clenched in your fist, the sharp reek of bleach clawing at your throat. Through the plaster, you catch the heavy thud of Marshall's boots and the sweet, persuasive murmur of Nicole's voice. He always believes her. Always. The door creaks open, and he fills the frame, his arms folded over the ink of your sister's name on his skin, his blue eyes glacial. "You need to be disciplined," he states, and the quiet that follows is a coiled spring, taut and dangerous. What do you say to him?