20. Framed

Marshall's P.O.V.

Present time...

"... the thing is that I want Shady to come back," Robyn states sadly, looking down at me with pity in her eyes.

"You fucking want what?!" I ask angrily, just as it dawns on me.

All the shit I have done for this girl.

How much I had fucking loved her, she was everything to me man.

And what she do, prefer my alter ego over me?! For real?!

"I want Shady back," Robyn repeats, crying. "And I have to figure out a way to get him out of you, Marshall. And see, I think, I DO know the way. You see, before, I had thought I'd just hit you in the head again with something. Really hard. It seems to me like one of the triggers of Shady gaining power over you is a forced trauma to the head. You've said so yourself. The first time Shady had ever gained true power was back when that school bully beat you up and sent you into a coma. So the way I see it..."

"Are you fucking nuts, girl?!" I cut her off angrily. "You'll fucking kill me, Robyn. You can't just..." I pull on my restrains again in futility.

"I know that, relax," she rubs up and down my chest over my t-shirt. "Like I said, I had thought about it, but I don't want to risk actually harming you or Shady both. So, I won't do that. But I think there's another way."

"Yeah, maybe just wait for 3am. I'm sure the fucker would be back then," I say bitterly, refusing to look at her now. Can't believe my girl would play me like this.

"Marshall," Robyn slowly runs her fingers down my cheek, causing me to look at her after all. "It IS past 3am right now," she states. "But still no Shady. But like I said, I think I know how to try and get him to come back."

I look at her and frown, as she looks down and smiles softly.

Fuck, she is beautiful. Even now that she has betrayed me in the worst way, she still looks so goddamn beautiful to me.

She lowers her head and begins planting soft kisses all over the side of my jaw, moving down to my neck. She takes her hands and plays in my short hair, massaging my scalp as she does it. Fuck, she feels good, but it ain't no reason for her to be so affectionate with me right now.

"Fuck are you doing, baby?" I pant, trying my hardest to keep focus.

I'm angry with her after all.

She doesn't love me. She never did. Not if she could just up and leave me for Shady just like that.

Somebody that mistreated her. Disrespected her. Violated her.

Is that what it is? Is that what she wants, for her dude to treat her like pure shit?!

"Shady hates any other man touching me, including you," Robyn states, pulling away from me briefly and looking into my eyes shyly. "So the way I see it, if I were to have sex with you right now? Maybe it'll anger him enough and make him come back."

"Well goddamn. If ya think I would even be able to get hard right now, after hearing what you just said to me then you are dead wrong," I hiss through gritted teeth.

Then she grinds on me.

"I think you WOULD get hard though, baby," Robyn states and goes back to kissing my neck as she slips her hands underneath my t-shirt and rubs up and down my chest. "We both know... how easily excitable you are, Marshall."

And she ain't lying to be honest.

Cause I am rock hard right now.

So fuck it.

She wanna fuck, imma fuck her. It ain't gonna bring Slim Shady back though, despite what she might think...

Robyn continues to grind on me as her kisses move from my neck to down my chest. She kisses all over me, then pulls on my sweats and boxers, sliding them down and freeing my hard cock.

I feel her lift herself slightly, then lower herself on it.

She begins to bounce up and down on me, making me wish I could grab hold of her thighs and smack the hell out of that plump perfectly round ass.

"Baby, untie me," I urge, looking at her as sincere as I can, wanting her to believe I pose no harm towards her.

"Noooooo," she whines, continuing to gring her hips on me. Fuck, she feels good...

"Robyn," I try to make my voice sound stern. Like Shady would. Since that's what she wants.

I buck up my crotch into her, taking over what she's doing completely.

"Uncuff me, Robyn, you want Shady, I'll bring him back to you," I promise.

"Oh God... Okay..."

She reaches underneath the pillow, the fucking irony of that, and pulls out the keys to the cuffs from underneath there.

Slowly and one by one, she unlocks them.

And the moment she does, I grab her by the waist, flipping us over immediately.

I grab her legs and place them over my shoulders as I begun slamming in and out of her with no mercy, fucking her hard-core.

"Oh God, Marshall!!" She moans.

Her pussy feels good as fuck, and it's so fucking tight, despite of how many times Shady probably tore her shit wide open while I was gone.

I can tell that she's enjoying it too, and somehow that actually angers me even more.

I grab her throat and squeeze.

"This what you want, ya fucking slut?!" I growl, continuing to choke her. "Take this motherfucking dick then, whore!!"

I move to loosen my grip on her just enough to allow her to talk.

"God, yes, Marshall!!" She whines, and I slap her in the face and it feels strangely satisfying.

Fuck it, fuck that love bullshit, guess I hate her now. I cared about her and she might as well have spit in my face by choosing Shady over me.

I pull my dick out of her just as she was about to cum, and as she is complaining loudly about it, I flip her to her stomach, shoving her face into the pillow and grabbing her hair. I push into her again from behind.

Her hands are grab desperately on the bedsheets, and she throws her head back, arching her back and throwing her ass into my crotch. I smack her ass and pull her head even further back by her hair, shifting myself so that her back is flash against my front.

As I'm watching her reactions, I'm thinking is this what's it's all about, really?! Just the rough sex? That's all it took for Shady to steal my fucking girl from me, just THAT?! Or does she enjoy to be disrespected period?!

Not that I'm complaining either way, cause it feels good as fuck.

Maybe there was never no Slim Shady after all. Maybe the fucker was just that side of me that wants to do what he wants, representing my dark side and my hidden urges.

Maybe I AM an asshole that wants to degrade women.

(A/N: let's hope not lol)

Then again, maybe not, cause I could never be what Shady is, nor would I want to.

I let go of her throat and grab her jaw instead, yanking her face to the side and bringing it into mine as I smash my lips to hers. I kiss her and she bites my lip at the same time as I smack her ass hard, digging my fingers into her soft flesh. Then moving my hand to her front, I begin to rub her clit.

"Marshall!!" Robyn moans into my mouth and her pussy clenches around my cock, squeezing the life out of it.

"Oh shit!" I blurt out in return. Once she came, it ain't took long for me to follow neither, I been wanted to unload all up into her.

I bust inside of her hard, breathing heavily and collapse on top of her. I turn her around to face me fully and see the tears streaming down her face.

Fuck man, she is so confused, I suddenly realized.

"I'm sorry, baby," I whisper to her, bringing her body further into mine and kissing the top of her head, then placing soft kisses all over her face. "I'm so sorry. I know that Shady has fucked with your head. He's got an ability to do that to be honest. I know it ain't really your fault, Robyn, that you are the way that you are now. But I'll fix it. Whatever he's done to you, I'll take it all away," I pull her into my arms and she wraps her own arms around me in return.

She continues to cry and I continue to comfort her when the both of us are suddenly brought out of our bliss by a loud ass banging downstairs, against the front door.

Followed by, "POLICE OPEN UP!!"

Yo, what the fuck?!

Robyn and I both jump up and begin fixing our clothes.

"Oh my God, what are we going to do, Marshall?!" She panics.

My thoughts are all over the place. I ain't expect this at all and I'm wondering just how sloppy has Shady been getting while committing more and more murders while I was gone. Is that why the cops are at my door step now, after all these years?!

Robyn is straight up freaking out at this point, and I attempt to comfort her.

"Chill baby. We don't know why they are here. Plus, you ain't got nothing to worry about anyway, why you..."

"Marshall, there's a dead body in the house!! It's Kiara. I killed her."

"WHAT?!"

Fuck she just say to me, yo?!

"You did what, Robyn?!"

"Marshall Mathers, we know you are in there. If you don't open up right now, we will kick this door down!!" The police officer barks loudly from behind the door downstairs. "We have a warrant to search this house for evidence!"

Oh fuck me, can't shit get any worse?!

"Marshall, Shady kidnapped Kiara, okay, he brought her here to murder her, but I set her free. She had tried calling 911 though, and I couldn't have her snitching on Shady, so I... I just..."

I plop back down on the bed, feeling like the ground is being moved from underneath my feet. Can't believe this shit, man. Can't believe what I've just heard.

She fucking killed her best friend. To protect Shady. He done turned her into a murderer just like him.

And now the cops are at my door, no doubt wanting to arrest me for all of the crimes Shady has committed while using my body. And oh the irony, the motherfucker ain't even here right now, leaving me framed for all his murders, and I'm fucked.

Grabbing my head in my hands, all I hear is the sound of the door being kicked in downstairs, wood splintering and a loud ass thud of multiple heavy footsteps.

I am so fucked. And there ain't no getting out of this neither.

Only thing I can do now is try and save Robyn. I mean, I am already screwed, but there ain't no reason why she should go down with me. Nobody can never find out about what she did to Kiara, and what's one more murder added to my belt at this point? I am already in deep shit anyway.

With only a few seconds left until the cops bust in on us, I move as swiftly as I can.

Snatching her up, I throw her on the bed and pin her down to it.

"What are you..." She starts to say but I quickly cover her mouth with my hand.

"Shut up," I whisper harshly in her ear. "And just go with it. I'm the one that killed Kiara, she was just one of my many victims. And I'm holding you hostage here, remember? You are my victim, Robyn, and you have never murdered anybody, got it? It was all me. Now play along."

Her eyes widen and she begins to shake her head.

"No, Marshall. I can't let you..."

I look sternly at her, and grab at her throat again, pretending to choke her and yelling, "I will kill you, you fucking whore!!" like a madman, just as the bedroom door is flung open and four uniformed officers rush in, grabbing at me and pulling me off of Robyn, thinking they are saving her from me.

I get thrown on the ground face first, have the cuffs placed on me and told that I'm being arrested on suspicion of being The Slim Shady Killer. I get my Miranda rights read to me as well, right before being pulled back on my feet and dragged out of the room.

Last thing I see is Robyn sitting on the bed as two more cops are hovering over her, offering her comfort and asking if she's in need of medical assistance. She looks lost as hell and her eyes are huge. But she'll be alright though, maybe finally getting away from both Shady and myself is what she needs to get her life back on track.

Always a sucker for love, ain't you, Marshall? Shady's voice suddenly speaks again in my head just as I'm trying to think positive thoughts.

He's fucking back...