"My MaRiLyn..."

36.

It's 9am in the morning and I'm walking home. Though I'm getting stares from people because of the blood I have on my shirt. I chose to walk home in brod daylight because I could have been attacked last night if I chose to walk home by that time.

Still eyes on me but I don't need any explaining to do to these people though they just won't quit giving me intense stares. Gosh! Now I'm thinking about what I just did back at the hospital to Ciara and I feel so embarrassed that I need to make it up to her. But what should I do to apologize to her?

As I'm thinking about this,I hear a feminine voice call out from behind me. I turn to see who it is and its the love of my life,Marilyn. She looks beautiful in bangs. I stop in my tracks to talk to her properly and she gives me a hug. Something casual, intimate but not suspicious for anybody in this neighbourhood to talk about.

"Hi,baby," Marilyn greets and her eyes suddenly shift to look at my bloody shirt.

"Oh my gosh,what happened to you? You're bleeding!"  She says in concern.

I sigh and hold her shoulders trying to calm her down but she keeps on talking,

"What the hell happened to you? Did you get into a fight? If yes,with whom? Is it Richard?" She asks but whispers the Richard question.

"Mari,I'm fine. I'm fine and this Is not my blood."

"Whose is it then?" She asks worriedly.

"It Ciara's. She got attacked yesterday so her neighbour,Miss and I took her to the hospital."

Marilyn looks at me with displeasure and crosses her arms.

"What's with the face?" I ask and she sighs in frustration.

"Look,Timothy. I think some people are not meant to be helped. Why didn't she call 911 to help her?"

I am surprised by her words. I scoff at her statement.

"Wow. Do you not know that Ciara is my friend?"

"I do but she's the whore whose sleeping around with my husband. She's been sleeping around with him for as long as I can remember."

"That doesn't sound like Ciara and mind you,you're the one sleeping around with me. Aren't you supposed to be loyal to Richard despite his unfaithfulness?" I ask her.

I'm angry and she doesn't dare to say anything.

"When you get married you'll understand. And I thought you love me for you to understand why I'm doing this with you," she says.

I don't respond to her and I begin to walk home.

"Are you serious right now?" She sternly shouts out to me but not audible enough for people around to hear. I continue to walk and not respond to her. But she then begins to follow me behind.

She just won't quit. That's my baby right here. My Marilyn.