2. Blackmail

Bree's P.O.V.

The next day goes by exactly like the previous one.

Once it's after hours time, I wait for one of the staff here to do a room check, then pull out my little pick me up baggie and make three straight thin lines on my coffee table, then roll up a 100 dollar bill. Just as I'm pinching one of my nostrils though, there's a knock on my door, and I jump.

I damn near jump out of my skin once the door swings open.

"Now, looky looky what we've got here," Eminem has that same ole evil grin on his face as he walks in, shutting the room behind him.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I jump up from the table, while continuing to damn near have a heart attack, thinking what would happen if it was somebody else and not him were to walk in just now. I really shouldn't have been so damn careless, I should've went to the bathroom or something to do my lines, at least there I could lock the door!!

"Just figured you would be partying in here," Em continues to smirk. "Figured I would join the party too."

"Um... you better get the fuck out before..."

"Before what?" He raises an eyebrow at me. "Before you call for one of the nurses to come in here? And then what, explain to them why you was just about to sniff some of this fine Peruvian up your nose?"

"What do you want, Em?" I sigh, plopping back down on the couch and narrowing my eyes at him. I honestly can't stand him!! I've heard all about him being a huge asshole, but I've never gotten to experience just how true it is, until I've actually met him.

"You can call me Marshall," Em shrugs and sits down right next to me, without so much as waiting for an invitation.

"Okay. Well, you can call me Bree," I say sarcastically. "Now, what do you want, Marshall?"

He smirks and takes the rolled up bill I'm still clutching in my hand out of my fingers. He rolls it around in his fingers and licks his lips.

"What I want, Bree, is to ask you what would you do to keep my mouth shut?"

"Huh?!"

"You know, about the fact that you are over here sniffing fucking coke while you are supposed to be rehabilitating."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!!" I straight up laugh at him now. "You are... you are trying to blackmail me, really, Marshall?! Have you forgotten the fact that I know for a fact you are not clean either?! I know you in here popping pills!!"

"Yeah, but you ain't got no proof, baby. Plus, I don't got nearly as much riding on this as you do. See, I ain't court ordered to be here and get clean. And I don't risk violating my probation and going to jail for this," he shrugs.

"You fucking bastard," I whisper, backing away from him. "Why... why are you doing this?!"

"Because I'm bored here. And I think you can entertain me, Bree."

"What the... why did you even check yourself in?!"

"Because my manager, my bitch ex-wife, and all of my crew pretty much forced me to," Marshall now says bitterly, and I would feel bad for him, if he wasn't out here with some type of a diabolical plan for me. "I pretty much checked myself in here to get them all to shut the fuck up, but if they were to find out the truth, well, I wouldn't exactly be happy about it, but I could deal with it. You, on the other hand..."

"So what do you want me to do? For you to keep your mouth shut?" I sarcastically ask him, watching his cold pale blue eyes as they meet mine.

A small mischievous spark lights in them and his lips pull into a smirk.

Oh, I don't like this one bit!!

"What do you think I want? I want you," he deadpans, and I damn near choke on my own saliva.

"You want me to... have sex with you?!" I ask incredulously.

"Yeah."

Well this took a turn.

"What, no!!" I exclaim. "Who do you think I am?"

"I mean, you ain't had no problem hooking up with one of the staff here for drugs," Marshall shrugs.

"Oh, so you think I'm some type of a prostitute then, well I'm not!!" I jump to my feet so quick and I walk towards the door, snatching it wide open, not even caring about the coke plainly visible on the table. "GET THE FUCK OUT!!" I bark at Marshall and watch him blink a couple of times in confusion.

He really thought he was gonna get with me tonight with his little blackmail!!

And I don't know why he would think that, because he thinks I'm a whore, or because he's Eminem, or what, but the bottom line is, it's not gonna fucking happen!!

The next few days in therapy are... interesting, to say the least. Em has now, all of a sudden, decided that he wants to participate, but everything that comes out of his mouth is aimed at questioning me and everything that I say. Like, he is continuously calling me out during my little speeches I give about moving towards recovery, and I know he does it to mess with me, but I seriously don't understand why is he doing this! Why does he enjoy playing with me so much, what, because I turned him down?! But he's Eminem for God's sake, I'm sure he's got no problem getting girls to sleep with him, famous or not, hell, he could easily have any of these other starlets in here, why is he so focused on me?!

After a particularly annoying therapy session, I decide to pay him a visit during after hours.

I make my way to his room and bang on it like I'm the police.

"Hey baby, have you changed your mind?" He asks sarcastically as he opens the door.

"No!! But I just wanna know why!" I reply as I push my way past him and walk into his room.

"Why what?" He squints his eyes at me.

"Why won't you leave me alone?!" I exclaim.

Marshall walks over to me. And I back away from him, feeling my back hit against the door.

"Because I'm attracted to you," he says matter-of-factly and he places his hands on either side of my head at the door. "Thought it was obvious," he shrugs.

"Well, I'm not attracted to you!" I exclaim, although I'm not exactly sure if that's exactly true. I mean, in my head, I can't stand him. Can't exactly say that the same goes for my body though. I mean, I do have eyes in my head...

"You ain't?" He smirks like he doesn't believe me.

"No, I'm fucking not!! And also, why the hell are you even on me like this, trying to blackmail me into sleeping with you and shit?! When all you need to do is just snap your fingers, and any one of these girls in here would..."

"Well, maybe that's why I want you. Cause you don't want me," he shrugs and takes his hands away from the door, only to try to caress my cheek. I move away from him. "Damn, that's pretty damn cliché, ain't it?" Em chuckles at my actions and takes a step away from me. "Look, Bree, to be honest with you, that day I tried to hit on you for the first time, my fucking bitch ex-wife came here to visit with me. And I fucking hate that bitch! I guess, I kind of took her pissing me off that day out on you, and that's my bad. Then, after you turned me down, I just kept messing with you cause it was fun to me. But imma stop, I promise."

I feel kind of bad for him then. And like I can kind of relate to him. From what I've heard about his relationship with his ex, it's very similar to mine and Adam's toxic ass relationship, and I know how shitty that can feel at times. It's like I'm so fed up with the whole thing but I just can't bring myself to leave.

"By your ex-wife, do you mean, Kim?" I ask against my better judgment.

Marshall gives me a funny look.

"I ain't got no other ex-wives, girl," he says coldly.

"What, it pisses you off that the whole world knows your business?" I sarcastically ask him. "Maybe shouldn't have put it all in your songs then."

"Yo, that's none of your concern!" He then speaks through gritted teeth. "Don't speak on something you don't fucking know shit about, bitch!"

Oop... so I DID hit a nerve then...

"Who you calling a bitch, bitch?!" I challenge him, and he walks right back over to me and gets in my face.

"Fuck you just say to me?!"

"I called you a bitch, Marshall. Cause that's what you are, just a lil bitch boy."

"Yo, I swear to fucking God, you better take that shit back," he laughs this short crazy laugh then, and I think he's right, I do need to take it back, cause something is wrong with him.

I'm starting to suddenly feel on edge, and all I wanna do right now is get back to my room and snort the rest of the coke I have hidden in there.

"You know what, you right. I'll see you, Marshall," I smirk and then turn around to walk through the door.

I leave his room and get back into mine.

Not even five minutes later though, he's barging right through it.

By this time, I'm sitting on the small bed cross-legged, having had snorted the rest of my coke and feeling pretty good.

But him slamming the door wide open like that and barging in and damn near giving me a heart attack once again, have instantly blown my high.

"Jesus, Christ, what the fuck?!" I blurt out, blinking rapidly and running my hands through my curly hair.

Marshall walks up to me and snatches me up from the bed by my arm.

His other hand wraps around my throat and he brings my face close to his.

"Listen bitch. Don't ever in your goddamn life talk to me like you just did," he hisses through gritted teeth.

His whole face is fucking beet red and I can see a small vein pulling in his temple. As well as the smoke figuratively coming out of his ears.

By this point though, I'm too high to care, even if his sudden appearance in my room did blow off some of it.

But I'm still feeling pretty good though, so I giggle.

Em gives me a disgusted look then, suddenly letting go on my throat and pushing me away of him.

"You snorted the rest of that coke, didn't you?" He scoffs. "Ya know, that shit reminds me of my ex, as much as she loves to bitch about me popping pills now, she was never an angel. Always snorting that shit up her nose, fucking disgusting, yo."

"Ooooookay," I giggle again, sitting down on the bed. And in my head, I'm doing it really gracefully, but I probably just fell on it or something.

Marshall scoffs again and plops down next to me.

He looks at me and frowns.

"You are pretty though," he suddenly says ans he sounds sincere.

Motherfucker just went from calling me a bitch to complimenting me and saying I'm pretty. This man is bipolar!! And he's got anger issues too.

And once again, he reminds me of Adam in that way.

God, I hate Adam!!

But I still love him at the same time..

And something in me shifts then, and next thing I know, I'm placing my palm gently against the side of Marshall's face and I pull his face towards mine and kiss his lips.

Feeling him stiffen, because clearly it had caught him off guard.

He then pulls away from me and gives me a funny look.

"Yo, fuck this shit, I'm out," he mumbles and then leaves the room.

Well, I guess he wasn't all that into me after all...

The next day, I arrive to therapy, and it's the same old thing all over again yet again.

I play a role.

A recovering drug addict.

A good girl gone bad that wants to do better.

Probably doing the best acting I've ever done in my whole career at this rehab facility, to be honest. After I get out of here, they should cast me in one of these movies about beating drug addiction or something. Cause I surely would act my ass off.

Then Marshall shows up.

Walking in late.

He smirks and starts talking shit to me again, and I am so done with him at this point!!

I mean, he's told me yesterday that he would stop with the bs, he had promised me that, I remember that much!!

And yet, here he is again...

God, I hate this white boy!!

So, just like the day before, I go to find him in his room later on.

I don't even bother to knock this time, just barge right in.

"Fuck you, you stupid asshole!! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, MARSHALL!!" I immediately start to go off on him, slamming the door shut behind me.

He looks up at me totally unbothered from his bed where he was laying watching some crap on TV.

"I mean, you the one came to my room again, you know what I'm saying?" He shrugs.

"Ugh!!" I roll my eyes and go to open the door again to let myself out.

Only feel his grip on my forearm, and he pulls me back in the room, slamming the door shut behind me. He pushes me against the door again, and he grabs my jaw.

"What are you..." I start to protest.

"Yo, shut the fuck up," Em cuts me off, staring straight at me.

He pulls me to him and he slams his mouth on mine, and something happens to me then, because I immediately respond to him. It's the samw impulse I felt when I had kissed him the other day. My hands lift up to his head, and my fingers attempt to pull at his short blond hair, while his arms wrap tightly around me, then roam all over my body.

Marshall's picks me up and carries me to his bed.

I let him strip down some of my clothes, only my panties remaining, and I watch as he stands over me and takes off his t-shirt and pull down his pants and boxers, leaving only his dog tag chain on him. He pushes me down on the bed and gets on top of me. He puts his mouth back on mine and slips his tongue in my mouth slowly, and he's such a good kisser, it'd easy to just lose myself in him.

His kisses eventually move to my neck, at the same time as his fingers make their way inside my panties. He pushes my panties to the side and plays with my clit, rubbing against it with his thumb as he slides a finger inside of me. Once I get used to it, he eventually adds another finger, and I feel myself floating somewhere really high, without even using any drugs, and I just close my eyes and completely get lost in the feeling as he hits that spot deep inside of me. I hit my orgasm quickly, way to quickly, Adam could never finish me fast like this.

Marshall places his mouth back on mine then, but I break it.

I push with both of my palms against his chest, indicating for him to roll over. When he does, I get on top of him and grab at his dick. I line it against my entrance and slide myself down in it. I hear Marshall groan quietly as he grimaces in pleasure, and can feel a sort of smug satisfaction at that. I lean into him and lick from his neck down to his chest as I continue working my hips on top of him. I lick his nipples and he moans much loudly now. He grabs the back of my neck and brings my face back up to his. He smashes his lips back on mine and shoves his tongue in my mouth, his hands massaging my breasts, as I increase my pace grinding on him, moving my hips in circular motions. Marshall's palms slap agaist my ass cheeks then, after that he grabs at my waist and flips us back to where he's on top again, and he pushes my face to the side, nipping on my earlobe with his teeth. He begins to really pound into me as hard as he can then, and I start to feel another orgasm brewing in me.

"Shit!!" I exclaim. "Marshall, I'm gonna..."

"Fuck yeah, cum for me baby," he says through gritted teeth, and he's so fucking annoying I swear, but I can't help how he's making me feel, so I do as he tells me and cum.

He finishes soon after me, pulling out of me, and shooting his load all over the sheets on the bed.

Damn, we didn't even use protection, the hell is wrong with the both of us?!

"Fuuuuck," Marshall groans and he pulls me close to him on the bed. "Do you even know how much I fucking needed this?"

Truth be told, I needed it too, whatever the hell it was.

"Boy, you talk like you haven't had sex in a very long time," I chuckle nervously, feeling his arm wrap around me.

"Oh, I have," he smirks down at me and kisses the top of my head. "But not in this damn place, I was all backed up in here, you know what I'm saying? Plus, don't take it the wrong way, baby, but you are like the exact opposite of my bitch ex-wife, Bree, looks wise, and I think I really needed to bust in something like that."

"Wow, and you had the nerve to tell me not to take THAT the wrong way?! Was that your twisted idea of a compliment?!" I start to move away from him, feeling all kinds of used now.

"Nah, stop, come here. I ain't mean it in any kind of disrespectful way, I swear to God," Marshall pulls me back in bed with him and laughs. "Just stay with me for the night, k?"

"Why?!"

"I don't really know."

So I stay. Sneaking back to my own room early in the next morning before anybody at the facility find out...