1pm and Marilyn is fixing some lunch for me. It's something light and vegetarian. I'm sitting on the kitchen counter with my arms crossed as I watch my soul mate cook. I still can't get my mind off of Ciara. I'm an embarrassment to manhood.
First,I told Marilyn I loved her and she walked away for a while and now we're lovers. It's something I didn't expect to happen. It's not that I didn't expect it,I just didn't expect me being with Marilyn be so easy.
So if this is how things worked with Mari,then I guess that's how things will work with me and Ciara. What am I saying? Timothy,you have Marilyn and that's enough. Cheating on her would be worse and if she finds out about the kiss,this- the love that her and I are sharing right now will be burned to ashes. But before it does,I need to pay Baba a visit one last time.
Like I always say, "kill clean because blood is a language well understood."
"Here you go," Marilyn offers me a plate of some pancakes with chocolate syrup covering the top. A strawberry just to make the top pretty and a milk shake with some grape and sliced apple toppings. This looks delicious. I smile at her and put the food beside me on the counter.
"Thank you," I appreciate her and she smiles at me.
She then holds my hands and looks me in the eyes just to say,
"We need to take a shower."
"Together?" I ask astonished. She chuckles.
"Yes,together. We're levelling up in this our relationship," she replies pleased with herself.
"Sure,I don't mind," I respond to her and she squeals out of excitement and kisses me.
"Good. Eat up and I will see you upstairs," Marilyn says and walks off leaving me alone to eat.
I grab the milk shake and take a sip from it. I then realise that I've got to kill Baba. It's not for my selfish desires but I'm doing this for you Ciara. I've got to prove to you that I'm here to protect you and make sure you're happy. It's something I should have considered doing before hurting any of your feelings.
So I get off the counter and open the utensil drower and take out a knife. I hide it in my jeans and I walk out of the door. Don't worry, this will be quick. The bastard is old after all.
Here comes terror in this little old neighbourhood and nobody will even know it's me.
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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...
