⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️: smut, violence and very questionable consent or lack of consent altogether...
Also, this book literally makes no goddamn sense whatsoever so read at your own risk.
Anyways...
What would you do if you found out that your boyfrie...
Ugh this chapter and this whole book doesn't even make any sense, but whatever. I definitely see why I kept unpublishing it before, but I'll keep going this time anyway just because. Anyways, as y'all can probably see at this point, each chapter of this book is titled after an Eminem song, mostly from his Replace album, but some from his other albums too. The songs the chapters are titled after won't necessarily have any bearing on the actual context of the chapter though. Like this one lmao...
Robyn's P.O.V.
What time is it? Is it 3am again?
It has to be, because when I look outside of the window of Marshall's house, it's dark outside and I see him right in front of the house, with a shovel in his hands, digging into the ground.
It's raining outside and apparently it's making it easier for him to plow right into the wet soil, as he is creating this large rectangle shaped hole.
Is it...
Is he digging a grave?!
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Oh My God!!
I back away from the window, my heart beating frantically in my throat.
He's digging a grave, he's digging a fucking grave in his backyard, it must be for me!! He really IS going to kill me this time!! Or rather let Slim Shady kill me same difference, I guess...
And I know, I know, I've said it before that I would rather be dead at this point, but I didn't really mean that, I don't actually want to die!!
I swallow hard, and peak out of the window again.
I see Marshall drop to his knees right next to the almost finished grave and start crying.
Thiskind of hits me hard and it gives me hope at the same time. Maybe he doesn't want to kill me after all?!
I hit at the window with my palms and call out his name, but he doesn't hear me.
I make my way down the stairs and to my surprise, the front door and actually cracked open. Marshall forgot to close and lock it, and this is my chance to run!!
Only I don't, I make my way to the backyard instead.
Marshall looked so pitiful that I just had to comfort him.
So I run up to him and wrap my arms around his neck, telling him it's going to be okay, and that he doesn't not have to do this!!
