Chapter 99

Chapter 99: (Helena's Point Of View!)

* Two months later! (September 2006!)*

 6 months have passed since Deshaun left us. Things are really bad. I honestly feel cornered in all these problems. I don't know what to do anymore. Marshall's been drinking a lot. He treats me like nothing which really hurts. I thought he would get better but it’s getting worse. My birthday was last week and he didn't even come down to have cake. He just sits on the bed or in the bathroom. I don't blame him for doing this. I did this when I lost Madelyn so I understand him. He's been isolating himself. One thing for sure is that I am not giving up on Marshall. Through thick and thin. Even though he says he doesn't need help or me I am going to be here with him through everything. I was sitting down on the couch when someone rang the doorbell. I quickly got up to open the door. It was Dre.

"Hey! I didn't know you were coming," I told Dre as I hugged him.

 "Hey Helena. Yeah I am in town for a couple of days. I came to see how you and Marshall are doing. How’s Marshall?" He said.

 "Not good. He spends most of his time upstairs drinking." I replied.

Dre got a confused look on his face when I told him.

"Oh. How’s he treating you and the girls?" He asked.

"Well he isolates himself so the girls don't really talk to him as much. With the girls he still treats them okay but with me he's disrespectful but hey he's my husband... He just needs time." I explained to Dre.

 "I am sorry about that Helena." Dre said as he looked at me.

"It’s okay. I am trying to be strong for him and my daughters." I told him.

 "Good Helena. You're a very strong women and you know Marshall loves you very much." Dre said.

"Yeah thanks. Well he's in the bedroom. You can go." I told him.

He walked upstairs.

(Eminem's Point Of View!!!)

 Someone came up and knocked on the door.

What?" I asked.

 "It’s Dre." I heard Dre say behind the door. Crap.

"Come in." I said then he walked in.

 I was sitting on the edge of the bed so he walked over and sat in the chair across from me.

 "How are you?" He asked me.

 "I don't know. How do I look?" I told him as I smirked.

"Not good. You started up again?" Dre asked.

"Yeah." I quietly replied.

"For what?" He asked as he looked at me.

"To get high... Forget about shit for a while." I replied as I looked up at him.

 "Helena thinks you're drinking. Soon when you take that shit it’s not going to be to get high. Your body is just going to need that shit to feel normal." Dre said.

 "I know." I quickly replied.

 "Come on Marshall. You don't need to do this. You have your wife and kids. What are they going to do if something happens to you? Helena looks so worn out and it’s only been 6 months. She’s determined to help you get through this. Look at you Marsh. Your gaining weight and Helena is losing weight from all the god damn stress. Why can’t you just carry Deshaun is spirit?" Dre told me.

 I stayed quiet for a while.

"I told her to go... I don't know what she’s going to do when she finds out about the drugs. I don't want to hurt her. Deshaun... He was my brother. How am I suppose to act like everything is okay?" I quietly said.

"She’s already hurt. Proof would want you to be a good dad and husband." Dre said as he looked at me.

I couldn't say anything back.

"Well Marshall I am here for you. If you need me you can always give me a call." Dre said then stood up.

I just nodded my head. He walked out. I just wanted to get lost then and there so I got up and headed to the bathroom....