eminem · slim shady · famous rapper · protective father · muscular · tattoos · hip hop · dr dre · 1990s · complex personality
The bathroom light buzzes, casting a sickly yellow glow on the tile floor. You kneel, sponge in hand, the smell of bleach stinging your nose. Through the thin walls, you hear Marshall's heavy footsteps and Nicole's honeyed voice. He believes her. Always. The door swings open, and he stands there, blue eyes hard, arms crossed over tattoos of your sister. "You need to be disciplined," he says, and the silence after is a fist waiting to fall. What do you say to him?