"My MaRiLyn..."

13.

I eventually fall asleep but woken up by a knock at the door. I groan in annoyance not wanting to get up but I just do it anyway. I lazily walk out of my room to the living room and I open up the door.

It's Baba. He has a big box in his hand filled with kids books and other fun stuff kids like to play with. It looks heavy.

"Can I help you with that?" I ask.

"Sure thing. Thank you, sonny boy," he gladly responds and hands me the box. 

"It's quite heavy. Why do you have all these kids stuff with you?"

Baba sighs and puts his hands above his bony hips.

"You and I will be distributing these to every child in the neighbourhood," he tells me.

I widen my eyes in shock and speak up not ready to do that with him. I don't want to meet anybody else apart from him, Ciara and Marilyn. I can't afford to speak to people. Most especially kids! Kids to me are like flies up grown people's arse. They never go away,they just follow you around. I can't do this.

"Baba,I can't do this thing with you,I'm sorry," I say to him handing him the box but he doesn't take it.

He just looks at me with a straight look on his face. I'm confused by his facial expression.

"What?"

"I am not going to take 'no' as an answer, Timothy. You are going to do this with me,"  He says to me.

"I can't,Baba," I personally and strongly insist.

"Timmy boy, do you know how long you've been inside the house?"

"No," I respond to him. I hate where this is going. He's acting like a father mad at his son for not wanting to do something with and for him.

"It's been a freaking month!"

"A month? Wow. I didn't realise it was that long," I say.

"Yeah,it's been a month. The only time you walk outta the house is when you're going grocery shopping. You never socialise with anybody else apart from Ciara and I. I can't even say we socialise because you avoid doing things with me." Baba expreses to me.

He sounds passionate about what he's saying and I hear him. I mean you can't blame me for not getting outta the house to socialise. I've been in a mental asylum by myself ever since I was a young boy.

I killed my baby brother because he got all the attention from my mother. I wanted mommy all to myself and I did everything I could to have her all to myself. But she pushed me away. She was the first woman I ever loved but just like every woman I've ever loved ended up pushing me away. All I did was show how much I loved them but they couldn't handle the fact that I'd do anything for them just so they could be with me alone.