All On Contract

Chapter 62 - Recovery

Tessa's P.O.V:
"We stopped Tessa Blacks manager this morning and asked him a couple of questions about her manager. Mr Tatum said 'Tessa is doing just fine. They are both doing fine. She has gone back to Detroit to her fiancé and she is excited to move on from this. She thanks all her fans and friends for supporting her through this rough period'. There have not been any pictures of Eminem in California, which makes us wonder, is everything really fine between them?" I read from the magazines.

"When was this published?" Marshall asks. 

"Yesterday." I mumble before I clear my throat. "God, I hate my manager." I sigh and lean my head on his shoulder as I tighten my arm around him. 

"God you're heavier than an hippo." Marshall grunts as we stop at the top of the staircase. 

"You're a real asshole, you know that?" I hit his chest with the magazine as he carries me down the stairs in his arms. 

"I'm fucking with you." He chuckles and kisses me on my cheek. 

"I could get used to this." I smile. 

"Yeah well, i'm already sick of carrying you around the house." Marshall mumbles making me wack him him one again. 

"I hate you." I tut as I place my head on his shoulder. 

"No, you love me." He states, making me smile lightly. 

"Yep, I do." I say and kiss him on the cheek. 

"Okay...stay here, i'll go get your wheel chair." Marshall says as he helps me sit down on the last step. 

"Trust me, i'm not going anywhere." I mumble as he walks upstairs again. 

I let out a sigh as Marshall walks upstairs. Lilly is on a break and I just found out that Lilly is my new assistant. I told Leroy that I wasn't planning on doing anything soon so I didn't need a new assistant but Leroy didn't take a no as an answer. 

It had been two day's since I came and just like the past three weeks, I have barley slept. Marshall stayed with me the whole past two days. In the night I would wake up because of my nightmare's and he would hold me until I fell back to sleep. 

I look down at the marble floor and swallow a lump in my throat, this is where the man beat me half to death. I squeeze my eyes shut when I can hear my screams in my head and that man's voice.

"Marshall!" I look up at the staircase. I look back down at the same spot and shift a little. I could never stay on my own for longer than a minute after my attack.

My heart starts to beat faster and faster by the second and I start to feel all sweaty and hot. I place my hand on my chest and clutch onto my shirt as I gasp for air. 

Another panic attack. 

"Tessa." The front door quickly open's and I watch Nathan walk in. I squeeze my eyes shut and sigh in relief. "Are you okay...You look kinda pale and...sweaty." He says slowly. 

"I'm fine." I nod and push my hair back, damn I need to cool off. "Can you help me up?" I ask. 

"Yeah, where's Marshall?" He asks as he wraps his arm around me and helps me up. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asks again.

"Im fine. Marshall went to get my wheel chair, just one more week and hopefully this damn thing will be off my leg." I mumble as I place my hand on the railing and one hand around Nathan's shoulder. 

"Hold on." I hear Marshall says before he bring the wheel chair. "Damn thing wouldn't open." He adds as he comes at the bottom of the step and places the wheel chair down. "What's wrong?" He asks.