6. Buffalo Bill Part 1

Ugh this chapter and this whole book doesn't even make any sense, but whatever. I definitely see why I kept unpublishing it before, but I'll keep going this time anyway just because. Anyways, as y'all can probably see at this point, each chapter of this book is titled after an Eminem song, mostly from his Replace album, but some from his other albums too. The songs the chapters are titled after won't necessarily have any bearing on the actual context of the chapter though. Like this one lmao...

Robyn's P.O.V.

What time is it? Is it 3am again?

It has to be, because when I look outside of the window of Marshall's house, it's dark outside and I see him right in front of the house, with a shovel in his hands, digging into the ground.

It's raining outside and apparently it's making it easier for him to plow right into the wet soil, as he is creating this large rectangle shaped hole.

Is it...

Is he digging a grave?!

Oh My God!!

I back away from the window, my heart beating frantically in my throat.

He's digging a grave, he's digging a fucking grave in his backyard, it must be for me!! He really IS going to kill me this time!! Or rather let Slim Shady kill me same difference, I guess...

And I know, I know, I've said it before that I would rather be dead at this point, but I didn't really mean that, I don't actually want to die!!

I swallow hard, and peak out of the window again.

I see Marshall drop to his knees right next to the almost finished grave and start crying.

This kind of hits me hard and it gives me hope at the same time. Maybe he doesn't want to kill me after all?!

I hit at the window with my palms and call out his name, but he doesn't hear me.

I make my way down the stairs and to my surprise, the front door and actually cracked open. Marshall forgot to close and lock it, and this is my chance to run!!

Only I don't, I make my way to the backyard instead.

Marshall looked so pitiful that I just had to comfort him.

So I run up to him and wrap my arms around his neck, telling him it's going to be okay, and that he doesn't not have to do this!!

Just then, he looks down at me and his eyes are pitch black.

"Sike, bitch, I ain't Marshall, I'm Shady!!" He laughs crazily.

I back away from him, and I want to scream, I open my mouth but no sound comes out.

"Yo, wake up, bitch!!" A slightly distorted version of Marshall's voice exclaims, and I flinch.

My eyes wide open, I blink a few times, looking wildly about my surroundings.

I realize that I am sat on the floor crouched in the corner of Marshall's bedroom with a knife clutched in my hand. I fell asleep. I fucking fell asleep at some point while trying to sit vigil and waiting for Slim Shady to appear so that I could stab the shit out of him.

How could I fall asleep at a time like this though?!

The answer to that is simple, I was simply too exausted and at some point I simply passed out.

Now, Slim Shady is standing over me chuckling.

One single cuff hanging off of one of his wrists. Marshall and I both agreed earlier that it would be safer for me if he actually handcuffed himself to the bed this time, so that he wouldn't be able to hurt me once he turned into Shady.

Well, that obviously didn't work at all.

My eyes widen some more as I stare at the cuff. What did he do, ripped it out of the bed frame?! What, he's freakishly strong or something whenever he's Slim Shady?!

"So, the two of you dumb fucks really thought these lil cuffs here was gonna hold me?" He asks me with the biggest smirk on his face, that stupid white mask sitting on the top of his head.

I shake like a leaf, but force myself to spring up to my feet and I hold up the knife in front of me, holding it with two outstretched hands.

"Stay the fuck away from me!!" I exclaim.

He eyes me with amusement.

"You better get rid of that knife, girl, it ain't gonna help," Slim Shady then says evilly eyeing me up and down. "Plus," his voice turns mocking now. "We both know, you could never hurt Marshall."

"Well, you are not Marshall right now, so..." I state as convincingly as I can, trying to look as intimidating as I can.

He chuckles again and steps closer to me.

"You are only making it harder on yaself, Robyn," he states, looking me dead in the eyes.

I want to back away from him some more, but my back is already pressed against the wall.

"What do you want from me?!" I exclaim, not lowering the knife.

"You already know what I want. I want what belongs to Marshall."

Is this like... all about some weird ass rivalry Marshall is having with his own alter ego?!

"He should've never tried to hide you from me," Shady continues to talk. "He put a huge target on your back with that, to be honest. Now you trying to fight back against me? You do realize that all it does is just turns me on more?"

"You are sick in the head!" I cry out and finally lounge with the knife towards him. Maybe I CAN stab Slim Shady after all because he is nothing like my Marshall.

My attempt of an attack on him is pathetic and short-lived though. Shady quickly snatches my wrist, squeezing so hard that I cry out in pain, the knife falling from my hand and with a clinking sound it lands on the ground.

Shady chuckles and twists my arm behind me, simultaneously making my body slam into his.

"You could've done better than that, bitch, but at least you fucking tried yo," he murmurs into my ear while I continue to struggle against him.

"Marshall!!" I suddenly yell. "I know you are in there, and you can fucking stop this sick bastard!! Please do something!!"

Ironically, this angers Shady way more than my attempt at stabbing him.

He quickly turns me back around to face him and his face is twisted into the sickest expression I've ever seen anybody make, it's like this demonic scowl or something. He grabs my throat with one his hand, cutting off my air supply.

"Yo, shut the fuck up!! How many times I gotta tell you that when I take over, Marshall ain't here."

He lets go of my throat once he sees I'm nearing passing out again and pushes me back with such force that I stumble backwards, barely able to keep my balance as I keep coughing uncontrollably, gasping for air, clawing at my throat with my fingers as though his hand was still there choking the life out of me and I'm trying to prevent it from doing so.

Shady takes another step towards me as I'm backed into a wall once again.

"You are right bitch, I am sick in the head," he smirks, appearing much more calmer now and seeming pleased with himself. "But tonight, imma make you see that you are sick too. Matter of fact, you might be just as fucked up as me."

"Stay away from me," I manage to say, weakly, just as he grabs me and picks me up easily like a rag doll. He tosses me over his shoulder.

"Don't worry," I hear his voice as he starts carrying me somewhere while I pound at his back with my fists as hard as I can, which doesn't seem to faze him. "I ain't planning on fucking you tonight," he continues to talk and it slowly occurs to me that where he's taking me is actually outside the house. I stop struggling against him then, thinking that whatever it is he is planning to do, maybe, just maybe I'll be able to use it to my advantage and try and get away from him.

Shady fumbles with the keys that are apparently stuffed into the pockets of his overalls (if the situation I'm in wasn't so fucked, by the way, I would probably wonder what the hell is up with those, why does he like wearing them so much?!) and then begins undoing the multiple locks on the door, which I now realize there was something done to this door that you can now only pop the locks open with the keys.

Once he is done, he carries me out and towards the garage.

There's this large black Escalade parked inside, and Shady finally sets my on my feet, placing me right in front of the passenger side door of it. He pops the locks on the door.

"Get in," he orders, towering over me.

I oblige, thinking to myself right now would definitely not be the time to argue with him. He doesn't seem like he's planning to do anything fucked up to me anyway, so I might as well pick and choose my battles with him. Besides, wherever it is he is planning to take me, I might be able to make a run for it there.

I get inside of the car, thinking at the back of my head that I've never seen Marshall drive this before. Shady gets in at the driver's side, obviously, and starts the car. But not before taking out that same knife I was going to stab him with earlier and placing it near the steering wheel.

My eyes dart towards it immediately, and he notices.

He glances at me briefly with an evil look in his eyes.

"You can try and go for it, bitch, but imma make you regret it," he smirks and then starts the car and begins to drive. One hand on the wheel, the other one draped lazily over the back of my seat. "Put on your seatbelt," he suddenly orders me, causing me to involuntarily laugh hysterically at the absurdity of the situation.

"Fuck is so funny, yo?" He frowns.

"Oh, I don't know. A fucking serial killer telling me to put on my seat belt. Wanting to drive safely," I reply back sarcastically, thinking to myself if somebody were to tell me this would be happening to me only a few days ago, I'd tell them they were nuts.

Shady smirks again and his eyes narrow.

"Funny you mention me being a serial killer, baby. Cause tonight you ARE gonna see what I do."

The laugh dies on my lips and I feel my blood turn cold and I just sit there frozen in place.

He's going to make me watch him murder somebody?!