3am (Eminem / Slim Shady Fanfic)

16. Venom

Marshall's P.O.V.

Back to present time...

My goddamh head is still reeling.

Matter of fact, it's fuckung pounding with excruciating pain still while the flashbacks of this weird ass delusion I was living locked in for fuck knows how long still dance in front of my eyes.

Fuck was that shit all about?!

"Sorry, Marshall," Robyn says and gently wipes my temple with a wet cloth. When she pulls her hand away, it comes away bloody.

"What the fuck happened to me?" I croak and my throat feels so dry.

"Oh shit, here," she places a glass of water to my lips, and I can't help but think how fucked this shit is. I mean, it's just like that day she woke up tied up in my bed, only this time we have our roles reversed.

Worse yet, I don't even got no clue how it has come to this.

I drink the water though, coughing a little bit when it goes in the wrong pipe.

"Jesus, Marshall. Turn your head to the side before you meet you maker before time," Robyn then says, pressing her fingers to my jaw gently and forcing me to turn my face to the side.

"What the fuck happened to me, Robyn?" I manage to repeat once I'm done trying to hack my lungs out.

She sighs and looks at me sadly. She places her hand on my shoulder and moves it soothingly up and down my bicep.

"Well apparently, Shady has tricked you, Marshall," she states without looking at me. "He um... found a way to take over your body permanently. Or so it had seemed anyway."

I remember clear as day then, opening the cage door for Shady and him then slamming me into it.

Then there was darkness. For a while.

Until it wasn't and I was stuck in that weird ass fantasy world. Damn. I actually had thought I had made it in rap and left my shitty previous life behind. Ain't it some bullshit...

"Then what? How am I back now?"

"Well," She l trails off. "Shady might have... Got hit in the head. With a pretty heavy object," she then finally blurts out.

Welp, that explains the pain, I guess.

The sharp pain in my head that's ripped me out of the limbo I was locked in. As well as the pain that's still pulsing through my head now.

"Fuck..." is all I can say.

Robyn looks at me with an unreadable expression on her face.

Can't help but think she's changed somewhat from the last time I've seen her. But I can't quite put my finger in exactly how.

"Did you... was you the one to..." I wanna ask her if she was the one that nearly busted Shady's head in, and she immediately gets what I'm trying to imply to her, and she quickly shakes her head.

"God no!!"

"Who then?"

I wanna know who I gotta thank for getting me out of the mental prison I was in my own head. Damn, this shit is confusing as fuck.

"It doesn't matter anymore," Robyn replies dismissively.

"Fuck you mean it don't matter?"

She sighs and continues to fuss over me. She examines my head injury again.

"Are you... are you okay? Sorry, dumb question," she mutters.

I close my eyes then open them. The muscles in my arms flex involuntarily as I am attempting to get rid of the handcuffs. Obviously I can't though. I ain't as strong as Shady to just bust out of them.

"How long have I been gone?" I ask, trying to get my mind together. My thoughts are still racing all over the place like a motherfucker.

"About three months now," Robyn drops a bomb on me.

"Goddamn, yo," I groan, pulling at the cuffs again with no use.

Robyn then looks at me weirdly and touches the side of my face with her palm lightly.

"Don't hurt yourself there, Marshall," she smiles.

Something about her is kinda off to me and I frown.

"Uh, why don't you take these off of me already," I say referring to the cuffs. "Obviously, I ain't Shady no more, you know this. You said so yourself, you can see that my eyes are blue again. So you ain't gotta be scared of me, baby. He ain't gonna hurt you no more."

My words cause her to frown, and Robyn now turns her entire body towards me.

"Oh, I know you won't hurt me. And Shady wouldn't have neither. Shady would never hurt me," she says, playing with the tips of her long hair, wrapping and unwrapping them around her fingers.

"Then why..."

"I'm sorry, Marshall," she sighs, looking with this sort of weird ass unreadable expression at me. "I am so sorry," she repeats, tearing up.

"Sorry for what, baby?"

"You... " a single tear slides down her face and she quickly wipes it, biting her lip. "You have been gone TOO long. And Shady was the one that was here in your place. For TOO long."

"Yeah, I know that, baby," I say to her as patiently as I could. "I understand that he must've... put you through a whole lot of shit. And I am so sorry about that too, yo. If I could undo whatever he did to you, I would. But like I told you, Robyn, he ain't here no more. And I would never..."

"Where IS Shady, Marshall?" She cuts me off sort of harshly. "You said you couldn't feel him anymore? Does it mean that he's out for good?"

I search my mind carefully.

Still no signs of that motherfucker.

I know Shady too well though.

Even if I don't feel him no more, even if I can't hear his evil ass thoughts in my head, he is probably still lurking somewhere. Hibernating or some shit. Getting ready to wreck chaos again.

"Can't tell you one hundred percent, baby," I finally concede. "But you still ain't gotta worry about..."

"God, I'm not scared of Shady at all, Marshall!! Jesus, you are still not getting it, are you?!" She then cuts me off once again, and for like a hundredth time now, I'm thinking what the hell is wrong with her?!

"Aight look, just untie me," I order her as sternly as I can.

"No," the one syllable word rolls off her tongue so easily.

"Why the hell not?!" I exclaim, feeling myself getting angry as fuck. Fuck is she playing at?!

She looks at me with a mixture of pity and irritation.

"You see," she suddenly gets up from her sitting position next to me on the bed and gets on top of me instead, straddling me. "The thing is that..."

I know I know another chaotic chapter that makes zero sense. Okay, next one I promise, there's going to need answers 😈