I'm standing by Baba's front door knocking. I can't just break in,I'm not a criminal.
Baba finally opens up and I smile at him though he doesn't.
"What are you doing here?" He arrogantly asks me and I clear my throat to speak.
"I'm here to talk to you. Mind if I come in? I promise it'll be quick," I "assure" him and he deeply sighs out of frustration.
"Come on in," he says and I get into the house and lock the door. Baba turns in alarm by the sound of the locked door and looks at me with fear and suspicion in his dirty brown eyes.
"Why'd you lock the door?"
I don't answer his question instead I just take out the knife that I have with me. The face Baba shows to me just gives me instant joy in my dark heart. He's in fear.
Fear is the heart of man and fear causes us to become these things that let the devil take control of.
I begin to walk towards Mr Best,right,that's his name. Mr Best the animal,the abuser and the fraud. A hypocrite hiding his darkness with kindness and a smile.
"Timothy,I will scream if you continue walking towards me any further," he dares threaten me but I'm a professional at this type of shit that I fear nothing.
"Go ahead and scream because before you even do,this knife will be stuck on your forehead and you'll be down on the floor bleeding to death," I scare him with my words that I genuinely mean and he keeps quiet.
He begins to sob as he suddenly drops to his knees begging for his life.
"What are you doing old man?"
"Please don't kill me. I didn't mean to hurt her,I'm sorry," he tells me with tears rolling down his wrinkled face.
"Oh,so you know what you did? Good that you do though because you're about to pay for your sins," I tell him and grab him by the neck. He begins to choke. He's running out of air and I'm pleased by this.
"Do you wanna breathe again,Mr Best?"
He is gagging and gasping for air and I push him to the floor. I kneel down to his level as I find pleasure in watching him regain his breath and I scoff.
"Now tell me why you hurt her?"
"She got Ciara's attention and it hurt me and made me angry all the time," he says and coughs to clear his throat. I furrow my brows in confusion.
"Who got Ciara's attention?"
"Miss Fiona that reckless thot," Baba insults the woman I've grown to love like a mother. Don't tell me he hurt her too.
"What did you do?"
"I went to her house and stabbed her. I didn't know what to do next so I ran out of the house and left her in her bed bleeding," Baba informs me like a fool that he is. My heart begins to race so fast.
"How many times did you stab her?"
"I don't know," he lies to me.
I get annoyed by his answer and I ask again,
"How many times did you stab her?"
"I don't know!" He lies to me and I grab him by the shoulders getting him up from the floor and I throw him back to the ground hard that he hits his head real badly. Blood begins to heavily drip from his nose.
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