Miss Fiona is driving us to Ciara's house real fast. She is cautious though but I can see she's quite worried about her. I don't even know why she's taken me along with her. I suddenly choose to ask.
"Why are you even taking me along with?"
"Ciara need me," she says.
"Well,if she needs you why am I in your car following you to her house?"
"She got hurt. I dont know how bad it is,she sounded breathless over the phone. I can't believe that he's done this to her again," she tells me. Who is he?
"What are you talking? Who is he?"
"Baba. He went to her house and hurt her," she informs me and I get furious.
How dare he? He lay his hands on her. I know Cece told me about how mean and unnecessarily overprotective he is but I didn't expect him to lay a finger on her.
Finally Miss parks the car in front of Ciara's house and we get out of the car. Miss hurriedly gets into the house and I follow behind her. We suddenly find drops of blood on the tiled floor. I am nervous. My heart is beating so fast that I'm hoping she's okay.
Miss starts to call out to Ciara,
"Ciara! Ciara,where are you?"
I begin to follow where the drops of blood lead and I find Ciara laying unconscious on the floor. Her stomach bleeding. She's been stabbed.
"Over here! I found her," I shout out to Miss who comes running to where I am. Miss begins to shead tears and begins to lightly shake Ciara awake but she doesn't wake up.
"Let me check her pulse," I suggest and thankfully she's alive and breathing.
"She's breathing. Lets take her to the hospital immediately before she loses more blood."
"Yes. Lets go,Timothy," Miss agrees with me and I carry the bleeding and bloody Ciara in my arms.
We're going to the hospital to make sure she's alright and when she wakes up and tells us exactly what happened to her,Baba will be dead meat.
We rush out of the house and put Ciara into the car. I'm with Ciara at the back seat making sure she's okay while Miss starts the engine and drives off to the hospital.
I hope the doctors give us good news. But seriously about Baba doing this to Ciara,I will kill his ass.
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"My MaRiLyn..."
General FictionTimothy Zolanski, a mentally distorted young man moves into a new neighbourhood hoping to start a new life. He then becomes obsessed with a beautiful lady in the neighborhood called "Marilyn". Whom he believes he "thought" into existence through his...
