3am (Eminem / Slim Shady Fanfic)

12. My Darling

Robyn's P.O.V.

After a few minutes of pondering what's just happened while sitting on the floor in the shower, I finally force myself up on my feet, let the now barely warm water wash over me once again as I later up with the body wash and clean myself up again, then step out. I snatch one of the towels from the counter and dry myself off aggressively, then wrap it around myself, looking around.

Adrenaline is pumping through my entire body as I amp myself up to a confrontation with Slim Shady's psycho ass, because at this point, I am so tired of his shit and his mood swings.

I march into our bedroom where he's getting dressed casually in some of Marshall's usual clothes, still have to keep up with pretending to be his twin, or whatever it is Shady believes he is to Marshall, during the day.

He has just pulled an oversized white t-shirt over his head, to match those ridiculous baggy grey sweats and is now sliding his feet in some white sneakers.

I walk up behind him and shove him as hard as I can.

Now, granted, I do not possess the physical strength enough to make him so much as even budge, but because I have snuck up on him, I managed to at least catch him off guard a little bit.

"Fuck is your problem, yo?!" Shady stares at me angrily, rapidly blinking a few times. Within seconds he's standing over me, towering over me with a deranged expression on his handsome face. Marshall's face.

Damn... I still can't believe they are two different people in the same body, the physical resemblance between them but how different they act still weird me out to no end.

I stand my ground though, because I've about had it with his shit.

"I fucking asked you a question, bitch. Did you seriously just try and put your hands on ME? Do you WANT me to fuck you up?!" Shady asks me and one of his hands go around my throat.

Before he gets a chance to squeeze though, I cock back my hand and slap him across the face as hard as I can.

"What is MY problem, no, what's YOUR problem, Shady?! You hitting me in the shower like that was uncalled for, I didn't even do anything wrong!! And you know you only did that because you can't handle your own damn emotions!! Who cares if you kissed me, it wasn't that serious for you to overreact like this, it's not like you asked me to marry you, damn!!"

His eyes widen at that and he advances towards me some more like he's supposed to scare me. Which arguably, he does, but I think I am way too pissed off with him right now to care or to notice that.

"Yo, shut the fuck up and don't even mention that shit to me again. Plus, I can do whatever the fuck I want to you anyway. WHENEVER I WANT!!"

"Um, how about... no!! Not anymore!!"

"Bitch, don't get loud with me..."

"Shut up!!" My open hand flies towards his face and I slap him again.

Which obviously only angers him even more.

He backhands me.

He easily picks me up and throws me against the wall. Only for me to manage to get in yet another slap. Damn, I'm real nice with my hands today, aren't I? I keep getting all these licks in...

Shady grabs my wrist and squeezes hard, his whole demeanor is like he's about to finally end my life for real, his face is red bright red from agression, an angry vein throbbing in his temple, his muscles flex, and both of us breathe hard as fuck as we continue to tussle against the wall.

"See, I've been taking it way to easy on you, bitch, but that all ends now!!" He barks, snatching the towel from around my waist roughly and throwing it on the floor. "From now on, imma treat you like the worthless piece of shit slut that you are!!"