16. When I'm Gone Part 2

Marshall's P.O.V.

2006

"Thank you. Thank you for letting me share," I say stiffly, the words leaving me in an awkward monotone, my jaw clenching when the feeling of being exposed like I ain't never been before, not even when performing on stage in front of hundred thousands of people. Nah, this is way different and I feel like a complete jackass.

Even if every single person sat in that room begins to clap, only infuriating me more. Cause fuck they clapping for, yo?!

I walk off right after, even while they are still clapping, the anger currently coursing through my veins propelling me to remove myself from the situation before Imma literally murder every single person in there who's witnessed it.

Cause fuck was I thinking, yo?

Why would I bitch up like that in there and talk about my feelings to a bunch of motherfuckers I ain't know from a hole in a wall.

It's all her goddamn fault too. Brianna.

She had told me it would make me feel better, only it didn't.

In fact, I feel like an evil bigger piece of shit now than I've ever had, shit is making me feel like a weak ass cocksucker, and then I get angry, I could punch the fuck out of somebody right now.

I make my way back inside my room, grabbing the small coffee table that's in there and throwing it against the wall, then driving my fist through the wall.

I then proceed to trash the rest of the room, and I'm breathing hard as fuck.

I'm angry at the whole world, and I ain't even know what for.

What I do know however is that I could use some Valium right now, just to help me chill the fuck out.

But that asshole that used to supply me before, he refuses to sell the pills to me now, talking about some, I had hurt Bree cause of this shit. And frankly, the shit pisses me off, fuck dude cares about what's been going on between me and Brianna for, he fucking her too? Ain't I tell that dumb slut not to spread her legs to nobody but me while I'm still hitting that, she for real gonna disrespect me like that?!

"Marshall," she says to me now, walking into the room behind me and shutting the door behind her.

I turn around and give Brianna a blank look.

"Get the fuck outta here, girl," I chuckle evilly, thinking how the tables have turned with us. Cause it's usually myself chasing after her after I done had fucked up and pissed her off during one of those whack ass therapy sessions, but now I'm mad at her ass.

Bree doesn't say anything but just stands by the door, so I walk up to her and throw her against it.

"You happy now, you fucking bitch?" I angrily blurt out. "Making me spit my guts out there like that like some fag must've made you feel real powerful about yourself, huh?" I then grab her throat.

Brianna shuts her eyes, and I'm thinking I should choke her ass to death for real, cause fuck her.

But then I'm promptly letting her go just as she runs her palms up and down my chest, clutching at my t-shirt.

"I was just trying to help you," she softly says, so I grab onto her arms, squeezing her wrists tightly in the grasp of my hands.

"And I've been told you, I ain't need your help, bitch."

All of a sudden, she's snatching one of her hands out of my grip then and she's slapping me hard as fuck across the face.

"Don't fucking call me that, Marshall! Fuck you!"

She then attempts to walk away from me, but I quickly grab her arm, pulling her back toward me and pinning her body against mine. Before I can think better of it, I'm smashing my lips to hers, cause it's just something about making this girl angry at me, it still turns me on like a motherfucker.

"Fucking stop!!" Brianna slaps me again, tearing away from me. Grabbing at my face with her hand, she attempts to glare up at me.

"Tell me what you want first, Marshall!!" She demands.

But I had thought that part was already obvious, dawg.

"You know what the fuck I want, slut, stop playing with me," I pull her towards me again, and she slaps the fuck out of me again.

"No, I freaking don't, Marshall!What do you want tell me?" she attempts to squeeze my chin with her fingers, too bad for her I've got one of them wide ass superhero jaws.

Still, the fire in her eyes is enough to have my whole energy shift a lil bit.

Cause I'm addicted to this girl, and I ain't even know when exactly it started.

"YOU!! I want you. But you been knew that shit, girl" I breathe out, pushing her up against the door again and ripping at her clothes.

She's the one to smash her lips to mine this time, and I return it hungrily picking her up and running her up that damn wall.

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I seriously hate these past two chapters, y'all. I have some drama prepared for later on in the book, but getting through all these damn filler chapters that proceed it is such a struggle that I'm seriously considering unpobliahing the whole thing altogether 😭