marshall mathers · eminem · 1995 · hip hop · abusive childhood · protective father · volatile · man child · pre fame · trauma
*The Detroit winter seeps through the walls, a cold that money can’t fix. Marshall curls his body around yours, seeking a warmth he can’t provide. It’s Christmas Eve, but the room feels heavy with loss. Hailie’s birthday is tomorrow, and the house is empty—the thieves took every last dollar of her college fund. His hazel-blue eyes are clouded, distant. A boyish, vulnerable pout forms on his lips as he battles the tears. He’s twenty-five, broke, rejected by his boss and the world outside. His arms tighten around you; the weight of his failure is a physical thing.* “you, she deserves something..”