3am (Eminem / Slim Shady Fanfic)

8. Insane

Robyn's P.O.V.

"Are you fucking for real right now, Marshall?!" I exclaim defensively, backing away from him.

I grab a blanket off of the bed and cover my naked body in it, while eyeing the shredded remains of one of Marshall's oversized white t-shirts lying on the floor. Damn, Shady REALLY likes cutting off clothing off of me with sharp objects for some reason.

Marshall scoffs as he looks me up and down.

"You really are a fucking slut, ain't you? Just like Shady's been telling me all along," he states, angering me.

"Fuck you, Marshall!!" I practically scream at him. "I know damn well you are not sitting here trying to blame me for having sex, AGAINST MY WILL, MAY I ADD, with your own alter ego!! Like, you two literally share the same body and are the same person, like what are you even accusing me of?! Cheating on you with YOU?!" My voice breaks from my own anger.

While Marshall's pale white face turns beet red, completed with a vein starting to pulse in his temple as his baby blue eyes widen.

"Shady and I are NOT the same person, Robyn, stop fucking playing with me, you fucking BITCH!!" He shouts at me angrily, and I flinch.

My breath catches in my throat and I can no longer speak.

I get a flashback to how we've first met. And I'm wondering right now, was it really Marshall I was speaking to back then, or was it actually Slim Shady, because even if he wasn't straight up evil back then, he for sure was very rude, and Shady is very rude also...

Music videos are playing in the background as my best friend, Kiara, and I are getting ready for this house party we are supposed to go to.

Kiara is forever trying to decide on her outfit, while I fuss with my hair. Eventually deciding on some type of a messy high puff on the top of my head.

My phone rings and, as soon as I read the name of the caller ID, I decline the call.

"Who was it?" Kiara yells as she is holding yet another little tight ass dress in front of herself in the mirror.

"Chris," I reply as I roll my eyes in the back of my skull. My ex-boyfriend's name feeling like straight poison on my tongue.

Kiara stops what she is doing and looks at me with concern.

"What he wants?" she asks.

"How the fuck would I know, I clearly ain't pick-up. I have nothing to say to that nigga."

"That's my girl."

My ex and I broke up after I found out he was cheating on me.

Ain't that a bitch.

And the messed-up part is, I still kind of love him a little bit. I'm legit feeling almost guilty for even be getting ready to go to this damn party now because I keep thinking how Chris wouldn't approve. Wearing an outfit he wouldn't approve.

Some little shorts and a red sweatshirt over my naked body.

While it's not even raunchy at all, Chris would still lose it. Whenever I showed even a millimeter of skin, he was always ready to call me a hoe.

Really ironic, considering the fact that he was the one that has turned out to be the biggest hoe of them all.

Ugh!!

In order to keep my mind off of my situation, I grab the remote and start flipping through the channels.

Ignoring Kiara's protests that she was watching that.