Impossible Is Nothing (An Iggy Azalea/Eminem Fan Fiction)

Chapter 24: Mama I Love You

Next morning: July 4th, 1999

Brittany's P.O.V.

I woke up early the next morning, alone, in my bed.

Marshall was here; we'd crashed at my place by the end of last night. But, as it was looking, he must've taken off. He was nowhere to be seen, heard, or found. What had this been, one of those one-night stands? Best bet he was probably off chasing girls (likely with the cashier he was being flirty with yesterday), getting into more trouble, or just going about his fun-filled life. He could do whatever he pleased. Who was I to stop him?

I stayed sitting at the edge of my bed, sighing. I rubbed my eyes, a slight headache present from the drinking and partying last night. I was currently half dressed. Although it was the big day I'd been waiting for all my life, the day I was finally leaving for Miami, I found myself thinking over nothing but Marshall.

He was almost a whole different person. But damn, he was fine and sexy as hell: well-toned body, tattooed, hoop earrings, smooth blond hair, fresh designer clothes... if he would've looked this good the first time I saw him, I would've thrown my body right at him without a second thought. It seemed like I was catching glimpses of him all yesterday when he wasn't noticing. I mean, I loved the regular Marshall Mathers from the beginning (none of this material stuff mattered to me), but it would've been a plus, a huge add-on; if he was still even mine.

I secretly had been keeping up with him all along—catching him on TV ads, promos, magazines, purchasing his CD's—I was just grabbing some things there at Target yesterday when the thought of Marshall hit me the day before I would leave this place. I thought stopping by the electronics section, the CD's, just to check at least the album cover would comfort me. And to think the actual "him" would appear right there.

I thought about everyone he encountered yesterday, the males and females. That Lindsay chick, in particularly... man, that irked me. I can't help it! But I couldn't stop him. We weren't together. It broke my heart a little, but that's who he is; the image and character he created for himself. The ever so famous, yet infamous, crazy Slim Shady.

I missed him. I loved him. I always would. He'd always come in my thoughts during the middle of me busy caught up in working; he'd never left my mind once. I was thankful to have been able to run into him like that. But it brought tears to my eyes knowing this was the end... that he wasn't here to even say goodbye.

I eventually made myself get up. There were a few things I needed to take care of before I took off for my day, never mind him: to catch and not miss my flight to Miami, of course. Next thing coming to mind was to make some quick calls, important ones, to those I cared about deeply.

First was to Susan; Sue. I made it brief, since I'd seen her already just recently. I wished her well, the best, as she did with me. After getting off with her, I phoned some of the other strippers at my work I became close to after so many years. All my girls, I was going to miss very much.

Next, I attempted another close person to me. DeShaun. Surprise surprise, he picked up his phone. We laughed together, revisited memories, cracked jokes, and said goodbye. I told him to reach out to Marshall and say bye for me next time he gets in touch with him. I bid my final farewell, then hung up.

Last, this was a little harder for me to do. I went ahead and dialed up my mum. Sitting there, my foot tapping nervously, I patiently waited as the rings went through. Seconds later, there was an answer on the other side. It was my beautiful mother's voice.