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Disclaimer: This story is for entertainment purposes only. It is completely fictitious, and the author means no harm to Marshall Mathers, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a “real life” character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit I/we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.

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Chapter one

Beth was a regular girl she was about 5”7 and 110 pounds, she had long brown hair with blond highlights, and sparkling emerald green eyes. Beth was a shy, softly spoken woman, never one to speak out or draw attention to herself, . She was pretty, but she didn’t consider herself beautiful. She was an only child, and her parents had died in a car accident when she was 19.

She had met Rob in collage, they had fallen for each other fast and hard. She was so shy that too this day she has no idea how she even managed to speak to him.

He had been everything she was not; he was out spoken, strong and showed a slight controlling streak. Over the years he had been able to slowly isolate her from her friends.

The year after graduation Beth had gotten a job as a Second grade Teacher. Rob had trouble getting a job and money was tight. One afternoon she asked how his job hunt was going, that was the first time she felt the bite of his hand across her face.

His anger got worse as time went on. Her medical record was as thick as a dictionary. He controlled everything and as soon as he had found a job she was told to quit hers. She had tried to stand up for herself, she did not want to leave her job, she loved it but be made sure to show her who was in charge.


The worst beating was the one she got when she tried to leave him; she had left with no money and nowhere to go, he had found her sitting at the bus station crying and then had beaten her within an inch of her life. The worst part came when he used her as an ash tray for day’s after that. She could play connect the dots on her back with all the burn marks.
After that she has started to hide a few dollars when she could. She wanted to make sure that she had money the next time she decided to leave. It would take her almost 9 years and many more beatings before she got the courage to leave again. In the end all it took was a plus sign on the little plastic stick.

That was almost 3 years ago. She was now a 32 single mom living in Detroit. She had a small two bedroom apt with her 2 year old son Jacob.

She was happy; for the last year and a half she worked cleaning and cooking at the home of Marshall Mathers, AKA Eminem. It was good pay, but she still struggled living pay check to pay check. She wished they lived in a better part of town and that she could afford to get Jacob in to a Day care center that was closer to her job. She couldn’t complain though, because she was not being beaten on or talked down to and she was happy.







[She didn’t have many friends, actually a 25 year old girl named Tiffany was the only friend she had. Tiffany worked with her at the Mr. Mather’s house, and they got along great.

Tiffany was the only person that knew what Beth had dealt with. She knew that Beth was extremely shy, but also hated being alone around men. Tiffany did her best to help her keep away from everyone in the house and she was thankful. She had only spoken to Mr. Mathers twice, once when she got hired and once in passing when he could not find Judy. Hell, the second time the only thing she had done was pointed in Judy‘s direction. Judy was the head boss, she was a 50 year old woman who had worked for Marshall for since 2000. Since she started 9 years ago she did all the hiring and firing. She was a tuff, no crap kind of woman, in which most of the staff really did not care for. Beth didn’t really mind her though, she was really good with Beth about Jacob and had even let her bring him in a few times when she couldn’t get him to day care. Judy would sit with him in the staff kitchen while Beth got her work done.

Jacob got sick and she had to stay home with him for a couple days. She was worried about losing two day’s of pay, hell, she was already tight on money. She called to let Judy know she was going to be absent, when Judy offered to move her schedule to include the weekend. She usually didn’t work Saturday or Sunday because those days were covered by Tiffany, but she had gladly switched. She was happy when she showed up Saturday until she noticed the Note on the staff table.

Beth,
I forgot to mention that on the weekends only one person works the shift so it is just you attached is a timeline for the day due to weekend being a bit different.
9 Am Breakfast on the table
10 Am normal cleaning
11 AM snack for the kids and Mr. Mathers will have a Diet drink
1 PM Lunch
2-4 PM change sheets on all beds and clean all three girls rooms
Now the kids are gone for a few weeks to spend time with there Mothers so a deep clean is to be done in their rooms also, at 4 you will need to make about 6 large subs along with chips and drinks. They are to be taken down to Mr. Mathers studio at 4:30 on the dot do not be early or late because they are recording so you have to be on time! After that you are free to leave for the day.

Judy

Sunday’s timeline had been listed on the back. She stopped and froze when she hit the end of the list she was going to have to interact with people in the least Mr. Mathers ugh.






The day had gone smooth, she could hear the guys all during the day and they were rowdy. She dreaded having to interact with them. The day had passed with her being able to avoid everyone. She had gotten everything done on time and she didn’t know how she was going to walk into a room with god knows how many people. She wanted to throw up. She was standing by the door, the push cart full of food, waiting for the clock to read 4:30.……9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,, 1 ….. She pushed the door to the studio open.


“Its about Time Tifff………………”, a tall black man stopped in his tracks

“Oh sorry I thought ……”, he looked to Marshall who looked really confused.

She noticed the other guys looking at her. She felt the blush creep up, and wanted nothing more than to dart back out the door, but the tall black man spoke
again.

“Hey shorty where is Tiff and who are you? “

She was going to have to talk, after what felt like a million years she spoke with a voice slightly louder than almost a whisper.

“I am Beth, Tiffany traded shifts with me this weekend.”

“Oh who the hell cares who she is. The Bitch brought food.”, another man
bellowed.

She wanted to crawl in to a hole and die. Why would he have called her a bitch? She started to fidget, darting her eyes between all of them. She wasn’t sure where it came from or how she managed to get it out, but in the same small whisper she looked down and spoke.

“Ddddon't call me that. I'm not a bitch .

“Oh wait shorty, I didn’t………..”

As she heard the words she felt someone touch her and she panicked.
she jerked back knocking the cart, things clattered around and she darted out the door. She ran to the kitchen, blew out a gust of air and grabbed her keys. She hurried to her car and was pulling out of the drive way when she noticed Mr. Mathers standing at the front door. She just kept going.
That night she got Jacob fed then into bed. She took a hot bath, read a book and crawled into bed just as she was drifting off to sleep her phone started to buzz she picked it up, it was Tiffany.

“Hey girl I just wanted to see how it all went. I forgot they were going to be in the studio today and that you would have to interact with them. How did it go?”

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Disclaimer: This story is for entertainment purposes only. It is completely fictitious, and the author means no harm to Marshall Mathers, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a “real life” character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit I/we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.


Chapter 2


“Tiff I almost threw up just walking in there, then one of them called me a bitch…”

After she told her everything Beth got off the phone and went to bed.

The next day was pretty much the same. When it rolled around to 4:20 she was rolling the cart down the hall and Tiffany appeared at her side.

“Don't worry girl, I have this. Stay here.”

Beth had never been so happy to see Tiffany in her life. At 4:30 she flung the door open and I pushed the cart in. Again everyone stopped and stared.

The same guy said, “Hey Tiff!”

Tiff held her hand up in a stop sign and told him. “I don't know which one of you did it, but you ever call my girl here a “bitch” I will show you what it feels like to have your balls stuffed in your mouth. Now I am sorry to be so blunt but no one! I mean no one speaks about Beth like that. It’s also important that you guys keep your hands to yourself! No touching her without asking her first and I mean NONE! Don’t even try to shake her hand to you hear me?”

“Yeah, Yeah we got it, but why…..”

“Don’t worry about why, Just let her do her job and be done.”

I don't know what happened, but the next thing I knew the tears were falling down my face. I had never seen someone stand up for me.

Tiffany put her hand on my arm, “Come on girl lets get you cleaned up and home to your little man.”

I looked back to see them poking there heads out of the room as I walked down the hall. I had cleaned up, walked out of the bathroom and was grabbing my keys when I heard someone clear there voice behind. I turned to see Mr. Mathers.

“Um Hey, I just wanted to say sorry for yesterday. Sometimes my boyz don't think before they talk, and well shit I’m sorry if they were out of line. I’m sorry that I didn’t come speak to you earlier today.”

“It’s ok sir I am sorry I got so upset back there”, Beth said.

“No, no it’s not ok. I don't want you to think I let people treat my employees badly, and again I am sorry. Now don't let me keep you any longer I hear your man is waiting.”

I smiled, nodded and went home. I came back Monday and was not at work long when I heard the distinct voice of Mr. Mathers talking to Judy, “Hey Judy is that girl Beth working today?”

“Yes Mr. Mathers. Is there something wrong? Did she not do well this weekend?”

“No, No Judy she did great I would just like to speak to her that is all.”

“Oh ok Mr. Mathers let me find her. “

“Naw, just send her to the den when you see her. I am going to watch some TV.”

About 45 minuets later I came out of my hiding place hoping Judy would forget he wanted to talk to me, but of course she did not.
I walked in to the den and saw Mr. Mathers sleeping. At least I thought he was asleep. I just stood there for a few seconds. I never really noticed how handsome he was. He was wearing a white T-shirt, gray sweats and a black Nike hat. I was about to turn and leave when he spoke.

“Like what ya see?”

“Um what? No, Judy told me to come see you, but you were sleeping and…”

He started to laugh, “Calm down I was only joking.“

“Come have a seat. I wanted to talk to you.”

I sat down.

“Look Beth, I still feel really bad about the other day and I was hoping to take you out to lunch today to make up for it.”

“Oh no sir you don't have to do that.”

At that point I was really freaking out. I could not do this, not alone with him or any other male.

“No, no I insist it is the least I can do. Ya know, I know everyone who works here pretty well but, when you came in I had no idea who you were I had to ask Tiffany about that and I don't like that I did not know, so I told Judy already and all I need to do is grab my keys and wallet and we can be off.”

I never got a chance to argue with him, the next thing I new we were pulling in to a little sub place and I was trying not to panic and throw up all over his nice car. I shot him a confused face .

“Oh don't worry these guys love me. This is the only place in town I can eat in because they guard my being there with their life.”

A while later we were sitting in a booth eating subs and I was chanting in my head

(I can do this, I can do this , I can do this)


“So tell me about yourself did you grow up here? “

“No I said shyly. I’ve only lived here about three years Mr Mathers.”

“Um, please call me Marshall. No more Mr. Mathers.”

(Hmm that was weird I was pretty sure no one else called him Marshall that worked in the house )

“Oh! Um, ok Marshall,” I said while my face heated up.

“So why did you move here? “

I did not know what to say so I just spouted off with.

“Um, I needed a change. I didn’t like where I was living at the time and I wanted something better for my son.“

“You have a son?”

“Yeah his name is Jacob. He is two.”

“Wow so what does your husband do?”

“My what? Oh no, no I’m not married it’s just me and Jacob “

“Oh I thought yesterday Tiffany said ….”

“Yeah she calls Jacob my man”

“So where did you live before this?”

“um Florida “

“Is that where your family is from? “

“Well that is where I grew up. I don't have any family really, my parents passed when I was 19, and I was an only child.”

“Oh I see.”

The rest of lunch went really smooth. We talked about me and Jacob mostly and a little about his girls.

After that day Marshall started asking me to lunch once a week. We always went on a Monday and always to the same place. It got to the point where I was very comfortable around him. He started finding me when I was working to say hello and see how I was doing.

We had been doing that for about 6 weeks when I got sick, a really nasty case of the flu. I had gotten sick on Sunday night and come Monday I was trying really hard to take care of Jacob and not barf all over the place. Everything hurt even my hair.

It was about noon when someone knocked on my door. I was too sick, I wasn’t going to worry about it but the knocking got louder. I opened the door and standing there was Marshall, a worried look on his face, with about 6 bags in his arms.



“Oh wow you look like shit Beth.”

“Well thanks Marshall.” I said dryly

“What are you doing here?“

“Well, when Judy said you were sick and not coming in, I thought I better drop by. You know, don't want to miss lunch“, He said with a smile.

“Ugg!!! Don't talk about food. I will…. God, hold on.” and with that I was off to the bathroom. I was mortified, I had just barfed while he was here!

When I was done I walked out and there was Marshall with Jacob in his arms while taking all kinds of things out of the bags. He looked up when I walked in the room.

“Ok look here. I didn’t know what you needed, so I got you…lets see.”

“Kleenex, Vapor rub, pepto, anti barf stuff ,a heating pad , Night quill, Flu and cold pills, Gator aid, Ice pops , sprite and Ice cream. Oh and for lunch, I got you soup and a sandwich for me.”

He looked down at Jacob, “And for you little man, I got all these little graduate meals so why don't you tell Mom to get in the shower because, well she smells like barf. She needs it and you and I will get one of these ready “



I looked and Marshall and said “So is this your way of telling me I smell?“ I said blandly

“Well if the vomit smell fits then yes shorty, I do. Now go so me and little man here can talk man talk.”




Marshals POV

What was I doing?

I don't even know what came over me. I just know that when Judy told me Beth was sick I felt this over whelming need to make sure she was ok.

I don't know what had come over me the past few weeks but I was feeling really protective of her, she was so shy and fragile. She could not have been more than 5 foot 7 and a hundred pounds soaking wet. She had this long brown hair and these green eyes that were like emeralds when the sun hit them. Something about her screamed that she needed someone to protect her.

Over the last few weeks we had talked about everything, but she was hiding something. Every time I asked about Jacobs father she would just say he was not around.

The other thing that bothered me was my reaction to seeing her place, my first thought was that this was a bad part of town and how I needed to get her moved somewhere better. It had hit me like a ton of bricks why would I think that?

Now looking at this little boy sitting in my lap. I felt protective the second I saw him sitting on the floor. He looks just like his mother.

I don't know where these feelings were coming from. My life had changed so much in the last few years, the death of my best friend, going to rehab, getting back in the studio, and I had just released Recovery. Things were going good, the girls were getting older and things with Kim had calmed down. I really didn’t have a whole lot to do with her anymore. I still loved her, but I knew we were just not meant to be.

I don't think I’m meant to be in a relationship. I am just to god dam protective, controlling and not to mention jealous! Kim made it hard for me to ever trust another woman, that was for sure.

I would have to say that Beth was the first girl I had felt comfortable around in a long time. I was pulled out of my thoughts by Jacob fussing. I stood up to get one of his little meals when Beth walked in looking much better .



Beth’s POV

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Marshall standing there with Jacob getting his lunch ready. We sat in a comfortable silence while we ate. I thought for sure Marshall would leave after lunch, but he didn’t. He told me to go lay down and he would get Jacob down for a nap. The second my head hit the pillow I was out.

LATER THAT NIGHT...........

It was warm, comfortable, smelled really good and it was moving, Wait! What!
My eyes popped open it was dark. I tried to get my bearing. It almost knocked the breath out of me when I realized it was Marshall.

“How the HELL had he gotten…What the HELL…I snapped my head up and he groaned.
“Marshall,” I said, and shook him a bit “Wake up. Why are you here?”

“Shh…Beth go back to sleep, its late.” He said half awake

“Jacob? Where's Jacob? “

“He’s in Bed. Don't worry about it, he’s fine.” he said tiredly just go back to sleep ok. He pulled me to him, kissed my head and passed out.

(what the hell was that?)

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed and a thought that maybe it had all been a dream. A flu induced delusion, but when I walked out in to the kitchen all the stuff was still there with a note.

Beth
Sorry I did not want to wake you up I have to meet Dre at the studio if you need anything call me on my Cell the number is 555-0908. That is my personal number please do not give it out. I also told Judy you would not be in because I think you need another feel better and tell Jacob I said we will have another man talk soon.
Marshall



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Disclaimer: This story is for entertainment purposes only. It is completely fictitious, and the author means no harm to Marshall Mathers, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a “real life” character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit I/we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.





What was I doing?

I had to ask myself again. Over because the next couple of weeks I starting feeling things for her that I should not and did not want to.

She would smile and I would melt! I had never been this big of pussy. Even with Kim I never felt this way.
I had gotten really close to Beth and Jacob. She was spending time with my girls more and more. It hit me that I was really falling for this girl.

Flashback
It had been a long week I had been doing press for Recovery and I was spent when I got back to the house. Sunday’s were her day off but when I walked in to the house I could hear laughing. I followed it in to the kitchen and what I saw was something I had always wished to see.


Standing in the kitchen were Lainey, Hailey and Whit. They were making cookies, while Beth held Jacob on her hip telling them they were doing a great job. On the counter was a big cake that said WELCOME HOME DAD!

My breath hitched at the site of them covered in flour laughing and looking like a family…My family

“DAD!” your home we missed you!”

“I missed you guys too. Hai Hai now where are my hugs?”

I was catching up with the girls when I heard the front door shut and it hit me that Beth was not in the kitchen anymore. I told the girls to cut me some cake and ran out front.


Beth was getting Jacob in to the metal death trap she called her car, I called out to her. When I caught up with her she turned to see what I wanted it just happened… I leaned and she dropped her head so I put one hand on the back of her neck and the other one on her cheek. I looked into her eyes and felt this electric pulse run threw me. I kissed her. Just a soft simple kiss, and that is when I knew she had me. It scared the shit out of me and I bolted for the house.


Beth’s POV

I had gotten a call that morning from the girls they had wanted to Make Marshall a cake and Judy was not all in to letting them help in the kitchen so I had gone over after her shift ended.

I had not even noticed him standing there he was early and we had not cleaned up yet after everyone said there welcome homes I thought it would be a good time for Jacob and I to bow out so they could have some family time together. I was putting Jacob in the car when I heard Marshall. I turned to see what he wanted and that’s when it happened.

Oh my god! He kissed me! He freaking kissed me! What the hell, but god it felt good! He then turned and sprinted back in to the house

It awoke feelings in me I did not know I had. I spent the whole weekend waiting for Monday to come so I could see him and find out what was going on, but on Monday he was no where to be found. Tuesday and the following days were the same. When I did actually see him again the only thing he said to me was that it had been a mistake and it would not happen again. It broke my heart.

The lunches stopped and he only spoke to me when he had no choice. As the weeks went by I felt more and more stupid for thinking any thing could come of that kiss. I felt worse every time I saw him. I tried to avoid him as much as I could. The few times he wanted to speak about it I would find a reason to get away.

It was a Saturday, Tiffany was sick and I had been called in to work. I had just finished cleaning Marshall's room and was finishing the bed when he walked in. He looked at me with a weird face he said nothing

“Oh Sorry Mr. Mathers, I was just finishing up let me get out of your way. “

With that I turned to leave, all the sudden he was in front of me and his lips were on mine. This time the kiss was a heated frantic kiss, my legs were threatening to give out but he pulled away.

“FUCK!! He screamed I can't do this I just…God…FUCK Beth…I can't do this with you your ……. “

I don't know where it came from but the anger the fire I felt flow threw me

“YEAH I KNOW, I’M A MISTAKE I GET IT! Trust me I don't need another man to tell me how worthless I am ok, I GET IT!”

His face turned red. He clenched his fists and walked back over to me right in my face. I panicked, and backed up. I covered my face and dropped to the floor, it took seconds for me to realize what I had done. When I looked up Marshall was on the other side of the room with confused look on his face
.
“God I am sorry”, I said getting up.
“ Beth what the fuck was that?”
Nothing don't worry I am sorry…….. What fucking game are you playing what now? You gonna go to the mother fucken press saying I was gunna hit ya ass? You Bitch.”

“Fuck you Marshall” I spit out with Venom “I quit Mr. Mathers”

Yeah well good get the fuck out of the HERE!

That had been almost a month ago. I had gotten a job in a shit hole hotel for half the pay. I was struggling a little bit more but at least I had a job. Tiffany would come by a couple days a week to hang out. She was frustrated with me because I would not tell her why I left. She knew it had to do with him, but I did not give her any details.

“You know Beth. He asked about you yesterday. He just wanted to make sure you and Jacob were ok”

Yeah well tell him we’re fine and not to worry about us. Now, I don't want to talk about him anymore.

It was a few days later, I was getting out of the shower when I heard someone pounding on the door. When I opened it a pissed off looking Marshall was standing there.

“What the hell! Why didn’t you open the door?”
“I …I was in the shower. That was when I remembered I was still wrapped in a towel.”

“Oh um do you have a second to talk to me?”

“Yeah just let me get changed.”

I turned around so he could follow me in and I heard him Gasp!

“What the fuck is that BETH!”

I stopped dead in my tracks “My back! I hadn’t covered my back.”

I can’t do this, not this way. Not now. Tears sprung to my eyes and I turned around
“Marshall you need to leave.”
“No Beth. Not until you tell me what the fuck happened to your back. What the fuck is that?”
“GET OUT MARSHALL. GET OUT NOW!! DON”T COME BACK JUST GET THE FUCK OUT!”
He stood there for a second looking, taken back. Then he flipped me the bird and left.


Another month passed and I felt like things were going to get better for me. I had applied for a job at a local school and was waiting to hear back. I really thought things were looking up, I was wrong. I was heading out to the parking lot at work when I saw him. I froze, it was Rob. He walked over to me, “I found you ya little bitch.” Then everything went black.


Sorry I know I left yeah with a little cliffy
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