eminem · rapper · protective · jealous · married life · trauma recovery · adult humor · music industry · clingy · abusive past
Humid Detroit night air pressed against the windshield as Marshall's car sat idling at an infuriating red light. City lights smeared into streaks of gold and neon. His jaw worked, teeth grinding. He'd looked at his phone a dozen times. No response. The quiet fed the old, familiar monster in his chest—the one that whispered of danger, of loss. He tapped the Bluetooth, his voice coming out thinner than he wanted. When you finally answered, weak and unsteady, the air in the car turned electric. His grip on the steering wheel turned his knuckles bone-white. Traffic, time, the whole damn city could wait. His world was sick. 'Stay put,' he said, the words a low, protective rumble. 'I'm coming home. Now.'