Bonnie & Clyde

1. The Witness

A/N: This book is not meant to be taken seriously. Like at all lol. And I obviously don't mean nobody no harm. But the other day I was listening to Eminem's '97 Bonnie & Clyde and thought it would be interesting if in an alternative universe Marshall wasn't famous and he really DID kill his wife and dumped her body in a lake or a river or whatever with Hailie, and this random girl got to witness it and well...

Also, if y'all have read the Bonnie & Clyde Part 1 & Part 2 in my Eminem One Shots book, then you already know something about this one anyways. The first chapter of this is exactly identical to the Part 1 in that, the only thing I've changed is the model I'm using for the faceclaim.

The second chapter, I've changed some things from Part 2 in my One Shots book, I've added a Marshall's P.O.V for one thing lol. And a few other changes. Mostly minor though other than the P.O.V.

Oh, and also, I'm not planning for this book to be a long book at all, so if certain events seem rushed throughout, it's because I'm just trying to sandwich a whole storyline in only like 10-15 chapters or so lol

Marshall's P.O.V.

"Come Hailie, it's time to go back now."

"But daddy. Mommy is..."

"Oh, it's okay, Hai-Hai, trust me. Mommy is just... well, she's enjoying a nice swim right now. She will come join us at the house later. Once she's finished having her fun."

"But dada... it's like... really dark out here right now."

"It's aight, baby. Momma can see well in the dark. Momma is not like daddy. She's got a perfect 20/20 vision and all."

"What's a 20/20 vision?"

"Don't worry about all that right now, baby. Let's just go."

"But daddy!! What is that red stuff leaking out of mommy's neck?!"

"Aw, it's nothing, baby. Momma's got a lil boo-boo on her, that's all. Ya get boo-boos sometimes too. Whenever you don't listen to what Mommy and Daddy tell you and play to rough, right? Welp, that's what's happened to mom. She was playing a lil too rough in the sandbox, okay? Now, Let's go..."

I pull my 5 year old daughter by her hand.

She smiles innocently at me and follows me.

Kids.

They can be incredibly perceptive for their age. God knows, Hailie is, my baby girl is smart as shit. And yet, she's also gullible and plyable and naive. Just like all kids also are.

She really believes us dumping her dead mother's body in the lake was like this cute lil game we play.

I'm cool with it though. That's my girl...

"Daddy, who's that?" Hailie suddenly asks ever so innocently, pointing.

I follow her little chubby finger, jamming at something at the distance.

Meeting a huge pair of deer caught in the headlights eyes staring at me.

A woman.

A young girl standing not too far from us, apparently having had witnessed it all. She had to have, judging by the absolutely freaked out expression on her face.

Fuck...