"My MaRiLyn..."

32.

I'm having a cup of tea with Demi sleeping on my lap. She's getting bigger and growing into this beautiful cat.

I get bored and then turn on the tv to watch something appealing. Then Purple Hearts, the movie starts playing. It reminds me of Ciara because we watched it together. Gosh,I don't want anything to do with her anymore but I won't turn off the tv all because of her.

So I lay back and relax and begin to watch the movie. Suddenly,I hear a knock on my door. I deeply sigh in frustration but I get up to check who it is. I open the door to see who it is and to my surprise it's Miss Fiona.

"Oh,hi. What are you doing here?"

"That's no way to welcome me,son,"she says and I chuckle.

"May I come in? I need to talk to you about something," she asks and I nod in affirmation.

"Come on in," I respond. She smiles and gets into the house and I close the door.

"What do you wanna talk about?"

Miss takes her seat and looks at me with a frustrated look on her face.

"It's about Ciara."

"What about her?"

"She quit her job at my salon and she's back working for that snob,Richard."

I scoff and take my seat.

"Did she tell you why she quit?"

"No,she didn't tell me. Do you by chance know why she quit?"

"She's sleeping with Richard actually," I say to Miss Fiona quite hurt just by the words I'm from saying to her. She's shocked.

"Sleeping with Richard? No,no,no. I know Ciara and she's not a whore," Miss defends her close neighbour and friend.

"People change," I reply to her and she looks at me disappointed.

"Of all the people I expected you to know Cece by now but you don't and that's disappointing," she says and I'm speechless.

Miss Fiona Is right. If I claim to be Ciara's friend,I should know her by now.

"I'm sorry. You're right. I should be a better friend to her but we aren't talking anymore because of Richard," I tell Miss and she sarcastically smiles at me.

"She's doing something to hurt you,I can tell."

"To hurt me? Why though?"

"If Ciara likes someone or something and it does nothing but turn away from her,she makes sure she does something to hurt them back," Miss says and gets up from the sofa.

She looks at me,

"Fix whatever it is you both are going through," I nod as she says that and as soon as she begins to walk out that door her phone rings.

"It's Cece," she says and answers her phone. As soon as she does she puts on a sad and worried look on her face.

"Wha-what? I'm on my way," she cuts the line and grabs my hand and we walk out of the house.

Where the hell are we going?