Crazy In Love

Chapter 5

TIME JUMP, 4 MONTHS | (y/n's POV) You wake up with a bit of drool on your face.

Fuck, you sleep like a god damn pig. You get up and notice tiny blood stains on the blanket.

Damn, Marshall can't know about your cuts. You head to the bathroom and thankfully, there's a box of band aids and a roll of bandage wraps.

You wrap your wrist in the bandage wrap and head back to your room

You take out your hoodie from your bag and wear it. You go downstairs and head to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

In the fridge, there's a dozen cupcakes, 2 packs of Red Bull, half carton of eggs and bread on the counter.

Man, Marshall does not know how to go grocery shopping. The cabinets are filled with canned spaghetti. I cook some eggs and toast some bread.
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{Marshall's POV}
I woke up and my fucking blankets are on the floor. I sleep like a fucking dog.

I go brush my teeth and finish. I smell toast coming from down stairs. I go check y/n's room and she's not there.

I go downstairs to the kitchen and see y/n making breakfast.

"Good morning y/n." I say and sit on the counter.

"Morning Marshall. Do you want some breakfast?" She asks me.

"Yeah sure. What we having?"

"Eggs and toast. Marshall, we need to buy some more food later on. Your fridge is practically empty." She says and hands me a plate of eggs and toast.

"A'ight fine. But you know i was the only one livin' here bitch."

"Stop being an asshole and eat your breakfast." She says and laughs.

"Yes mom." I say and laugh. She rolls her eyes and eats.

I notice how she keeps touching her wrist every couple minutes. "Is your wrist okay, y/n?" I ask her.

"Uuhh y-yeah. Just kinda sore from sleeping too much on it." She lies.

If i ask her about, she'll probably get mad or something if i tell her that i saw them. If i don't, she'll keep lying. Fuck i don't know what to do.

"Are you okay Marshall?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"It's just that you have a worried look on your face."

"Oh. Uh sorry. Just trying to come up with new lyrics in my head." I lie.

She looks at me for a couple of seconds then puts her plate in the sink. "I'm gonna go upstairs and listen to music. Let me know when you want to go to the store." Y/n says to me and heads upstairs.

I know what she's gonna do and i can't bear to think of her doing that.

I put my plate in the sink and head upstairs to my room and close the door.

After thinking for 2 hours, I notice that i'm starting to care about her. A lot. What the fuck is going on with me? Why do i care about her so much? It better not what I think it is.

Fuck it. I open my door and head to her room. Of course it's closed and locked.
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{y/n's POV}
Your music was on medium volume as you give yourself 10 more cuts on your wrist. You cry softly from the cuts as you see blood on your wrist.

You know you should be happy that you're living with the Rap God but you still feel sad.

Suddenly, you hear a knock on your door.

"Y/n, can i talk to you?" Marshall says to the door.

"Uh yeah. Hold on." You say, hiding your blade, turning off your music and put your hoodie back on. You unlock the door and let Marshall into your room.

"What's up Marshall?" You ask and look at your sleeve, with a little blood on it.

"Uuumm... Can ask you something y/n?"

"Sure. What is it Marshall?" You ask him.
He sits next to you on your bed.

He looks at you with his blueish-grey eyes and asks...