Eminem One Shots

His fault

Warnings: Graphic description of murder, smut

I stand still, looking at the horrible scene in front of me.
Seeing my best friend with my boyfriend's head between his hands. It was horrifying.
"He deserved it." Marshall said, with a grin on his face.
"He was cheating on you, and you didn't know. As I found out searched where he lived and went to his place with a chainsaw and an axe. He told me 'The fuck you want, punk?' So I just gave him a punch in the jaw and he started apologizing for random shit. I just grabbed a knife and stabbed him. Then I chopped his head off with the axe and opened his body with the saw. Then you came right before the best thing was about to happen. I was 'boutta dismember him and go throw that bastard in a lake." How can he be so overprotective? Killing someone just for me and describing the scene. He's crazy.
"Marshall, this isn't you. How could you do this?!" I yell, with tears in the eyes, a wave of guilt haunting me. Why me? All of this isn't my fault in the slightest.
He puts the decapitated head in a black trash bag with the rest of the body.
"Why did you do it?!" I scream, not able to move any muscle.
"It's because I love you." He says out of the blue. I look at him horrified and push him away.
"Why the fuck did you kill him?!" I ask. In this moment he scares the living shit out of me: him being covered in blood and looking at me, oh is he menacing.
His twisted grin slowly fades away, his eyes wide open as he walks towards me. He pins me to a wall and whispers something in my ear.
"I swear to God, if you tell anybody... You'll be fucking dead, and I'll make sure to stab you more than once and hang your little body in the woods and carve on your pretty little stomach 'it wasn't my fault', hoping somebody sees you and thinks you committed suicide." He says, with a menacing tone, grabbing my throat.
I gasp, my eyes wide open. I'm willing to do anything to stay alive. Anything.
I look at him, my eyes tearing up even more.
"You wouldn't do this to me, right? We've been through everything together, remember? You wouldn't do it..." I grab the hand he put on my throat and start caressing it, trying to make him calm down. He's crazy, he says he loves me. He loves me?
He suddenly kisses me. It's a gentle kiss, and I weirdly kiss him back.
He scares me so much but... He also... Attracts me?
No, how can that be possible? He literally said he's gonna kill me.
How did I even get in this situation? I'm so confused.
He detaches himself from me and stares at me as I lose myself in his eyes. This is going fast, too fast.
I feel intimidated, but he also makes my heart beat fast, so fast.
I look back at the black trash bag where my dead boyfriend is in, seeing an arm out of it, but Marshall covers my eyes with his hand, smearing blood all over my face.
He starts biting hard on my neck, so hard it starts bleeding.
"Ouch... Stop it.." I say, my voice shaky.
He listens to me and stops, caressing my now red neck.
He slowly lifts my shirt, revealing a white tank top.
"You wear too much layers, baby." He whispers. Baby? Who the fuck does he think he is? I wear as much clothes as I want. That's what I wanna say to him but I know that if I do I'm seeing my boyfriend up in the sky. I just roll my eyes, but since he's covering them he can't see it.
He grabs something, a bandana or whatever the fuck it is and uses it to cover my face so he can take his hand off.
Good, he's trying to fuck me. The fucking nerve! I swear I am fucking terrorized of him but what the fuck?! Is he possessed or some shit?
He takes off the tank top too, and I know he's staring at my bra.
He starts groping me and I melt under his touch. I swear this man makes my mood go up and down, left and right.
He takes off my pants so fast it shocks me and starts humping me really fast.
My face goes red and he sees that.
I am falling for my fucking best friend right after he killed my boyfriend? What the fuck is wrong with me?
He swiftly takes off my underwear and goes inside me. How could I know he already was naked?
He starts pounding in me hard and fast, shutting my mouth with a rough and hungry kiss.
He goes faster and deeper, while almost snapping my neck.
"Guess who's back, bitch?!" He screams in my ear intentionally.
He decides it's gonna be rough, and digs his nails on my back as his skin violently hits mine.
This lasts until we both hear the police outside. Somebody apparently heard my ex screaming and shit like that and reported it to the police.
Marshall puts his clothes back on and I do too, then he grabs the black garbage bag and escapes from the back door.

A.N.: Sorry if this was so fucking rushed but its my first attempt at writing a one shot and its like 12:30AM. By the way I feel really insecure about everything I write or do but I really hope you like it.