4. Kill You

Marshall's P.O.V.

I told her not to run. I motherfucking told her!!

I had said to her that imma let her go at the end of this thing, and what does she do?! Try and escape anyway, no to mention, try a manipulate me with sex first like I'm a goddamn fool. Now see, that's my I don't trust no female, them bitches always lie, I swear to fuck!

"Keep fucking still, Robyn!!" I bark as she struggles against me. She is very fucking stubborn, and I always knew that. Had been this way since the first fucking day we've met.

"Nooooo!!" This girl lets out. Her open palm flies towards my face and I catch it, squeezing her wrist harshly in my hand. Don't know why she even tries to fight, to be honest. I'm obviously stronger and she can't win. Then again, I always knew this about her.

"Yooooooo, I fucking love this, Marshall!! I can see why you had kept this slut around for as long as you had. Can see why you spent so much energy tryna hide her from me too," Shady whispers in my ear and I stall, blinking a few times.

Shady rarely actually speaks to me during the day.

That motherfucker usually spends this time hibernating, preparing for when he does come out after 3am.

That being said, at times he does spy on my every day life. Which is exactly why I used to put all of my mental energy from concealing Robyn's face from him, that's how I made sure he ain't never actually went after her once he took over my body, cause he never even knew what she actually looked like, you know what I'm saying? I had always liked this girl enough to at least TRY to protect her from him.

And now the dumb chick has ruined it all by coming to my place after 3am, even though I've always specifically told her not to, yo, just cause she had some weird ass shitty idea in her brain that this whole time I was cheating on her.

Like bitch, when would I even get the time to do the whole cheating thing, but hey, that's what this girl thought, apparently.

Now, Shady knows all about her.

And she knows all about me.

And I have no idea at all how to protect her from him anymore.

"Shut the fuck up, Shady!!" I say as sternly as I can inside of my head.

"Yo, FUCKING STAND STILL!!" I bark out loud at Robyn in the meantime, and her whole body stiffens up.

"I'm sorry baby," I immediately mutter, wrapping my arms around her. She stands like a statue now, but doesn't say anything.

She's scared of me...

Fuck me, this ain't what I had wanted at all. I don't want for my girl to be scared of me, I love her...

Still gotta do what I gotta do though.

"Marshall, please don't tie me up again!!" Robyn exclaims, struggling against me again.

"Sorry, baby," I reply gravely, locking the handcuffs in place. "I did tell you not to try anything, and what you do? You fucking try some fucking trick on me like you think I'm stupid, Robyn! Is that what it is, girl? DO YA THINK I'M FUCKING STUPID?!"

My voice raises involuntarily and I flinch.

Shady practically cackles inside of my head.

I swear to fuck man, I want to rip my whole brain out!

"This isn't like the Marshall I know. The Marshall I know, my boyfriend, he never used to yell at me like that... not to mention, act like that!!" Robyn cries out.

"Oh, baby girl," Shady and I both say in my head.

"I'm sorry about this, Robyn, I am," I mutter out loud and I'm pretty sure I must look almost at the edge of tears just like the fucking pussy I am right now.

"If you are really THAT sorry, then you would let me go, Marshall!!" Robyn yells out angrily.

Just as I lock the cuffs around d her wrists and pick her up, carrying her back upstairs. I toss her back on the bed.

"Can't do that, baby. Not right now anyway, I told you that," I say looking at her sadly.

"Well, you would get in trouble if you don't anyway!" She then states. "All my friends know I went to your place last night. So once I'll stop showing up for classes at the university, they would know something is wrong, they'll report me missing!!"

"Yeah, about that," I smirk, pulling her cell phone out of my pocket and waving it at her. "I have already texted them. All ya little friends. On your behalf, and I told them you was sick and to collect your assignments for you. By the time they do realize you are missing, baby, the weak would have passed already and I'll be long gone."

"Fucking bastard!!" Robyn exclaims helplessly, with her back turned to me. She manages to wiggle herself around on the bed, so that she's facing me again and she stares daggers at me.

"Did I tell you already how much I REALLYYYYYY like her attitude?" "Shady cackles in my head again. I mentally shut him off.

My head literally hurts now though. I ain't never had to speak to Shady so much during the day before and something about it is really messing me up. I feel like I wanna take a napnor something.

"Fuck you are so upset for anyway, I already told you imma set you free on the day I disappear anyway. So quit being so damn dramatic," I mutter to Robyn, annoyance lacing my voice as I rub my eyes.

Fuck is wrong with me...

Then it hits me.

He's trying to come out. Shady is trying to come out right now. During the day...

"Hell yeah, I am," that motherfucker confirms smugly in my head, and I panic. This ain't never happened before, he ain't never tried this before, why the fuck now?!

My head is literally killing me and I clench my jaw so much that it hurts.

"I don't fucking trust you!!" Robyn exclaims in the meantime, and I swear I just wanna shut her up. She needs to be quiet right now and give me a chance to think. "You've been lying to for years!!"

Fuck me, she don't even realize the mental gymnastics I'm doing right now just to keep her safe!

"Well damn. That hurts my feelings, baby girl, for real, yo," I say out loud to her sarcastically and then walk put of the room.

I need to stay away from her. Far away from her, cause something about her clearly triggers Shady, causing him to want to come out before 3am and I can't have that.

***

Robyn's P.O.V.

Marshall doesn't come back until hours later, which honestly feel like days.

I was dying from both the suspense of what's going to eventually happen to me and the boredom of just having to lay cuffed to the bed all damn day. Asshole could have at least turn the TV on for me.

"Aight look, I brought you something to eat agan. I ain't feel like fixing anything, so I just ordered takeout. Pizza it is," he announces, barely looking me in the eyes, then frees one of my hands.

"Seriously? You expect me to just eat with one hand?" I ask, staring daggers at him.

"You'll make it happen," he shrugs, placing the pizza box in my lap. "You've lost all your privileges once I realized you are not the one to be trusted. It's pizza anyway, I mean, how hard could it be, yo?"

I fucking hate him so much, can't believe I've ever loved this guy...

Nevertheless, I eat, and then Marshall starts to cuff my hand again, then pauses.

"Yo, you gotta piss or something? Speak up now so I could take you to the bathroom."

Take me to the bathroom. Like I'm a child or something.

"Do you enjoy humiliating me like this, Marshall?" I ask quietly.

He looks almost ashamed of himself then as he shakes his head.

"Nah, of course I don't, baby. SHIT!! You think this is easy for me?!" He blurts out, and I immediately shut my mouth.

I need to just stop antagonizing him and give him what he wants for right now. Which seems to be submission. Clearly, he's an unstable person and if I am to survive this, I shouldn't make him angry at all. In all my psychology classes we are always taught to play our cards right.

Damn, my classes... Why didn't I pay more attention there??

Probably because I never even wanted to go to college in the first place. I only went for my mother, it was always her dream to become a damn shrink for some reason. So she used to go to college and study psychology. According to her, she was one of the best on her class too. The most promising student there. But then she had somehow ended-up pregnant with me and had to eventually drop out. She's held that against me my whole life, and is now trying to make that dream come through for me.

But little did either of us knew that studying psychology might've come handy for me right now that I'm dealing with a literal crazy person.

If only I had paid more attention in class, of course...

"I'm sorry," I lower my head and look at my boyfriend (?) through my lashes. "I do appreciate how nice you are being to me right now, Marshall. I know that you do not have to..."

I'm quickly interrupted when he grabs my jaw, squeezing my skin harshly with his fingers.

"Don't fucking patronize me, girl," he blurts out. "Cause I hate that shit for real, I been told you that. My fucking bitch mother, she used to patronize me all the goddamn time."

I find no words in me then to even respond to him, so I just nod.

I've never thought to ask him that before, but now I do wonder if he had killed his mother...

More hours pass...

I watch the clock on the wall, and it's like 12 am now, and my insides begin to clench with fearful anticipation.

It's almost that time right now, the time Marshall loses it.

And I'm handcuffed to the bed with no way to run away from him if that other personality of his, Slim Shady, decides that he does want to kill me after all. I am so fucked...

"Aight look, for what it's worth, imma make sure Shady can't get in here tonight," Marshall promises me as he briefly peeps back inside the room. He then hesitantly makes his way back inside and sits at the edge of the bed. "Imma bolt this fucking door, so once he takes over me, he can't get in anyway. So he won't touch you, aight? And I'm sorry again, baby girl, i really am. I never meant for any of this to happen." He runs his hand through my hair.

I move away from him as much as I can, I really wish he would stop touching me. And apologizing to me too. What's even the point if he keeps on doing evil shit to me?!

Marshall sighs and walks out of the room, shutting the door, shutting the lights out.

I then hear him messing with it from the other side of it, I guess reinforcing the locks or whatever.

I feel so alone and scared...

Still, somehow, I eventually drift off to sleep...

A loud bang wakes me up.

I frantically open my eyes only to see the door literally being torn off of it's hinges.

Then HE walks in...

And maybe Marshall wasn't lying after all.

Maybe this really IS a whole different person that just happens to be sharing a body with him.

With this... thing...

Because it's...

It's just so different...

"Yoooooo," Slim Shady laughs angrily behind that white hockey mask covering his face.

"This fucker, he really thought a few lil padlocks was gonna stop me?! Nah, and frankly? It's almost insulting like," he adds, tossing the chainsaw he was just caring on the ground.

I feel his gaze land upon me as he laughs again.

"Welp bitch, I wasn't done with ya slutty ass last night. Not by a long shot. And now? Now I'm gonna fucking kill you!!"

All I can do is just scream, but he quickly covers my mouth. Marshall really did me no favors leaving me like this.

Maybe that's what he wanted deep down inside, though. He didn't have the mental strength to admit that he wanted to finish me off himself, so he just left me at the mercy of this Slim Shady guy...

***

Slim Shady's P.O.V.

So yeah. This bitch is fucking dead.

Enough said.

Or rather... after tonight, she would wish she was fucking dead.

Marshall too...