9. Delusional

Bree's P.O.V.

Afterwards, I lay all snuggled up against his firm chest, hearing his steady heartbeat and breathing as his chest raises up and down. And it's strange. We've never cuddled like this after fucking before, I don't think. Then again, a lot of this have felt different. And the whole freaky tied up thing, hell was even that about?! Not that I didn't secretly like it, but still.

"What you thinking, girl? You are awfully quiet right now, Bree?" Marshall's low voice brings me out of my thoughts, his fingers play in my curls absent-mindedly until I lightly slap his hand away. He chuckles but goes right back to what he was just doing, and he tugs on my hair.

"Asshole," I softly say.

"Fuck you say to me just now, girl?" His other hand slaps my butt rather harshly, and I wince.

Marshall then grabs the back of my hair, pulling my face up to his and we kiss, before I rest my palm againt his chest and press my chin over it, gazing up into his eyes.

Which are still as hard to read as ever.

"What are you going to do once you get out of here, Em?" I then suddenly ask him, feeling his body tense for whatever reason.

"Shit. I don't know. Go back to the studio, finish working on my album, as well as my dawg's albums. Finally see my daughters," he adds the last sentence in a much quite voice. I've always heard that Eminem's kids mean the world to him.

"You?" He then meets my gaze, playing with my curls with the fingers of his left hand.

"Well, my agent, her name is Cora, she's told me she's got an audition planned for me in this horror movie, and it's supposed to like really help my career along in terms off moving away from my Nickelodeon Princess image," I lightly roll my eyes. "I will definitely do that."

"You in a horror movie? Shit. That would look hot. You running screaming for your life and shit," Marshall then chuckles and I cut my eyes on him.

"Oh, that's real cute, boy. But my part in the movie is not even going to be anything like that," I roll my eyes at him.

"What's it gonna be like then?"

"I'll get to do some damage in it," I say, rather proud of myself. The main reason why I want to audition for the acting part actually being the fact that I'll get to play the bad guy.

"Oh yeah? Well that's hot. Wanna give me a lil preview for it?" Marshall wiggles his eyebrows at me.

"Boy stop," I slap playfully hit him in his chest.

"I do have the script for the movie right here though," I then suddenly get somewhat excited to share this with him, so I get up, peeling myself from our post coital embrace and one of the drawers next to the bedside table near my bed, pulling out a thick folder out of it and placing it on Em's stomach who grimaced.

Fuck is that?" He asks me, lifting himself up on his elbows and snatching up the papers.

"The script for the movie. Cora brought it up for me the other day. The only person that's actually came to visit me. Anyways," I then clap my hands. "The lines of the character I'm reading for are highlighted in a yellow marker."

"Oh, aight," Marshall scratched his head. Then he reads through some of the script, flipping through the pages until there's a goofy grin across his face.

"There's a girl-on-girl scene in there," he looks up at me, and I roll my eyes. Of course THAT would be something he would latch on too.

"It's just acting, Marshall," I groan, attempting to pull the scripts from his hands, but he holds on to it, reading some more of it.

I honestly don't know why I had thought sharing this movie opportunity with him was even a good idea in the first place, but I guess I had wanted to talk to somebody about it.

"Nah, but, shit, ya down for it in real life? Cause there's this other chick here in rehab that I think is kinda hot. We could invite her in and have a three way or some shit, that ought to be fun," Marshall tells me, and now I'm straight up annoyed with him.

"Hell no!!" I exclaim. A weird jealous feeling settling in me at the thought of him apparently checking other girls out.

"Fine," he pouts then like a little boy. "Guess imma just hook up with the bitch once you leave here next month then."

Marshall adds the last words matter-of-factly, setting the movie script aside back on the table.

Frowning once I practically recoil from him.

"What?" He questions me, raising his eyebrows as he calmly licks his lips.

"Did you seriously just talk to me about hooking up with another woman, Marshall?" I then question him, and the white motherfucker continues to just stare at me like I'm the one that's tripping here.

"Yeah. And?" He shrugs.

"You... you are unbelievable!" I exclaim and push him in his chest, causing his back to plop back down against the bed.

Marshall chuckles, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his hand.

"I mean, fuck else you expected me to do, Brianna? Once you leave here, imma need another chick to entertain me," he says matter-of-factly to me once again.

And when I don't respond to him, he just continues to talk.

"I mean, that's our deal, ain't it? We fuck while we are both in here. We go our separate ways after. You forgot about that shit or something?" He asks me, looking at me with a completely blank look on his face, and honestly??

I did start to forget about that, I guess, and now I'm starting to feel so dumb.

"I... um..."

"Ah, for fuck's sake, Brianna!!" Marshall has the nerve to literally facepalm himself, and I shove him.

"You... you fucking wrote a whole song! Using my life experiences!! I had thought it meant that there was something between is, Em!" I then say desperately to him, watching him to continue to just stare at me.

Then he chuckles.

"I do that shit all the time. That's just how I write my shit for real. But it ain't mean nothing though. Sorry if you had thought that it did, girl," he grins me again, giving me that infuriatingly smug smile. "We just fuck, Bree. No more and no less. Thought you understood that."

I feel like punching him, slapping him, then tearing my own hair out of my head!!

"But... but just now... it wasn't just fucking, you like... You've made love to me, Marshall," I blurt out, and regret my words immediately, embarrassment washing over my whole body, and infeel so delusion.

Especially when he straight up laughs at me. Then he reaches out and his fingers cup my jaw lightly, caressing my cheek.

"Baby, it was fucking. I've just slowed it down a lil is all. In order to feel you better. But just like a typical bitch, you had thought it was more than what it actually was. Hey, I don't hold it against you though," he says coldly to me, and I slap his hand away from my face.

I grab for my clothes, feeling suddenly exposed to him and I pull my shirt over my head frantically.

"Get the hell out of my room!!" I order Marshall, who just shakes his head no. An infuriatingly amused smirk settling on his lips, tugging the corners up.

I feel like screaming, but I'm fighting with myself to suppress it. I leap out of the bed and hurriedly pulling up my jeans, suddenly wanting to be as far away from him as I possibly could.

"Fine then, I'll leave!! And by the time i come back here, you need to be gone, disappear into thin air, disintegrate, whatever!" I'm harshly letting out, feeling a strong arm wrap around my waist, as Marshall pulls me back into his body. His lips graze about the back of my neck.

"Don't be like that, Brianna," he mumbles against my skin. He kisses my neck again. "Cause I ain't mean to hurt you with what I've just said to you, I'm just being real with you about my intentions. I mean, would you rather I've lied to ya and told you I had actually wanted something to do with you outside of this place?"

He turns me around to face him, and I glare at him, but I'm ashamed to say, there's also a dampness soaking onto the inside of my panties for some fucked up sick as reason, the dominant tone of his voice and this boy's emotional unavailability pulling me towards him like a hook.

"Nah, I don't think you would've want me to lie to you, Bree. And I respect you enough not to," Marshall tells me, his eyes locking on mine. "It is what it is between us, and shit ain't never gonna go further than just this, and trust. That's actually for your benefit, girl. Cause I'm a fuck up. You don't even want no parts of me for real, cause I would mess up ya whole life. Just asks that bitch that's mothered my kid, she'll tell ya."

A part of my heart breaks for him then. Realizing that he apparently doesn't think much of himself.

But I don't say anything.

I simply attempt to get out of his hold, but it reveals to be futile.

Marshall's arms tighten around me, and he brings me closer into his embrace, resting his forehead against mine.

"I like you well enough though, Brianna. So let's just chill, aight? For while we are both still here," he says to me, and I almost instantly push him back with all of my strength.

"You like me well enough?! Are you fucking serious, Marshall?! Is that supposed to flatter me or something?!" I yell angrily at him, and I can tell immediately that that's exactly what he had thought.

"Oh, my god, you really think you are the shit, don't you?!" I laugh incredulously, pointing my finger at his chest.

Then I think some more about it, and his cockiness is suddenly explained to me. So many of his actions explained to me by the way of how people usually treat him.

"You are so used to having your way because you are Eminem," I whisper. "I mean, look at you, the hospital staff, they literally shut their eyes to what you are doing around here, like us having sex and stuff. And they probably also know that you pop pills in here too, Marshall!! And they just pretend like they don't even know!!"

"Most likely," he calmly nods, then crosses his arms across his bare chest.

"Been told you about that shit, Bree. Motherfuckers probably think they could get more high profile clients in this bitch after I'm gone from here."

"But you've been getting away with shit long before checking in here," I then continue to throw at him. "Like... like all those years ago, I remember hearing about it on the news..."

His face instantly hardens and Marshall takes a step closer towards me.

"... back when you had pistol whipped that bouncer. Any other person would've been locked up for that, but you, Em..."

"Yo, shut the fuck up, whore" he grabs me by the shoulders. "Cause you the one to talk, Brianna. You had fucking set your boyfriend's car on fire, baby girl. And any regular chick, she would've been locked up for that too, but cause you some whack ass former washed-up child star, the courts gave you a slap on the wrist instead, making you take anger management classes, which by the way, whoever was in charge of those needs to be fucking fired, cause them classes ain't done shit for you, sweetheart, you still got a fucked up ass temper, and then this bullshit stint in rehab."

"Ugh, I hate you!!" I slap him hard across the face.

Marshall rubs the spot where my hand has just connected, then he snatches me up.

"Thanks for proving my point, bitch," he smirks, pulling me to him and kissing me passionately, but I resist. I actually push him back.

He blinks at me a few times.

"Get away from me. I'm done!! I'm fucking done, Marshall!! Whatever it is we were doing before, I'm washing my hands from it," I tell him.

He steps back into my personal space.

"No, you ain't."

"Yes, I am!!" I practically yell in his face, and he smirks.

Marshall's teeth briefly sinking into his buttom lip, the same familiar smugness spreads about his face.

"You forgetting that I could always sell you out, girl? About ya whole coke issue?" He asks me calmly.

Apparently, we are back to the whole blackmail thing.

I step closer to him as well, leaning in and standing on my tippy toes close enough to him to where our noses almost touch.

"So go ahead then. Rat me out," I whisper to him, and then push him back. "But first, leave my fucking room, Marshall!!"

"You will regret turning me down, slut!"

"Fuck you!!"

He cusses loudly then, putting his clothes back on as well. As he's finished getting dressed, he glares at me. Both hands shoved into the pockets of his pants, he gives me one of those looks that if looks could kill, I would be dead.

Then he simply walks out of my room, and I left standing there for a few seconds, my boobs rising and falling dramatically up and down to accommodate my frantic breathing, then I plop down not to gracefully onto my bed, crying quietly into my hands.

I can't believe that I've sort of let him get to me before, but it stops now!!

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How do you guys feel about the book so far?? I feel like I'm so rusty when it comes to writing it because I had previously abandoned the story for so long 😫