3am (Eminem / Slim Shady Fanfic)

13. Guilty Conscience

Slim Shady's P.O.V.

"So do it then. If you can," Robyn says to me.

Fuck yeah, I had wanted to murder her in cold blood at that moment. Mess her up in the worst way.

The blade of my knife digs in her skin and her eyes widen all innocent and shit.

I've seen bitches look at me like this plenty of times.

Her eyes was kind of empty too though. Like she had already accepted her faith. Seen that more than enough times also. Some motherfuckers just look resigned to what's coming to them.

Shit wasn't nothing new to me. I've seen it all.

And Robyn ain't special.

Bitches like her come a dime a dozen and I've killed plenty of them before.

I know damn well that I don't wanna kill her though.

Don't get me wrong yo, the bloodlust was there.

But I ain't even gonna front, I've gotten too used to this chick.

And that angered me even more.

So much so that I was punching the shit out of that headboard with my fist. I imagined my own face when I did that.

Shit made me feel sick to my stomach. Then I felt even worse when she kissed me. I'm not no soft motherfucker, and I ain't need that in my life. I ain't never kissed no bitch before her. I just fuck them and kill them. Maybe I had spent too much time living as Marshall Mathers. Maybe his humanity is rubbing off on me, fuck if I know.

One thing for sure, I ain't never felt more weak in my life.

I wanted to murder her for real. Fucking crush her skull in between my hands.

Instead I kept kissing her.

I had fucked her plenty of times before, but I ain't never wanted to fuck her more than I just then. Goddamn, I was horny as fuck.

Then the fucking doorbell went off.

What is this dumb chick's name?

I probably should know it, should know her too, she used to mess around with Marshall's boy, DeShaun.

And she is Robyn's friend, whom Marshall had previously met.

So Marshall would know her, obviously.

Me, I just wanna pull her into the house and slash her throat, cutting her body up into little tiny pieces afterwards. Just to be on the safe side cause I don't trust this chick at all.

And I ain't even gonna lie, the bloodlust I had felt when I was holding that switchblade against Robyn's neck, it ain't really gone nowhere. I just suppressed it. For her sake, cause I realized I ain't never wanna harm her ever. Well, I do, but not to the point where I actually turn her lights off for good.

I don't got no reason to hold off on killing this other chick though.

"Yo, wassup... uh, Kiana? Wanna come in?" I smirk, trying my best to appear friendly and act like how Marshall would act in this fuck situation.

"Um... what did you just call me, Marshall?" The girl frowns, staring at me with an attitude.

Wrong move, baby. You don't wanna give Shady attitude. Robyn is the only one I let slide with her lil smart mouth sometimes, but I've dismembered stupid sluts for less.