"My MaRiLyn..."

39.

"What time did you go to her house to do this shameful and despicable act?" I angrily ask the shaking old man.

"3am this morning," he says and my heart beats way more faster now. My palms become sweaty and I drop the knife from my hands. I walk three steps backwards and slowly take a sit on the tiled floors of Baba in shock.

This man just murdered Miss Fiona. He just murdered the only person Ciara looked up to for safety. I begin to breathe heavily as tears roll down my face. It's been long ever since I cried and it meant I still had a little bit of human in me.

I death glare at Baba who is on the floor with me and he notices my glare that he begins to silently apologize,

"I'm so so sorry,Timothy."

"It's not me you should apologize to,it's Ciara," I respond to him with bitterness in my tone.

"She doesn't need to know about this,please don't tell her," he begs me.

"I won't tell her because you are the one to tell her. You are a murderer you know that?" I say to Mr Best letting him know what he has done.

"Miss was my mother and you've taken her away from Ciara and I. So do you know what I'm gonna do to you right now?" I ask him as I get up from the floor,picking up the knife and walking up to him.

"Yes. You'll kill me," he correctly answers but I don't quickly make judgement. I have a better idea.

"I won't kill you," as I say this he looks at me with great relief.

"Really? Thank you,Timothy-"

"I'm not going to kill you now but soon enough. You're not going to get away with what you've done."

"What is it that you want?" He curiously asks me.

"I want you to call the the ambulance and report the case of Miss being pronounced dead and I want you to take yourself in," I say to him and he get up from the floor and looks at me as if I'm crazy.

"I can't turn myself in,Timothy. That's impossible," he dead ass informs me. I maniacally laugh at him that he startles a bit.

"You are going to do what I've asked you to do and if you try by all means to run,I will find you and kill you. In fact,I won't lay my hands on you because I'll just watch you kill yourself to death," Baba is in awe as I say this. He becomes silent.

"Pick up your phone and call 911."

"I don't even know Miss's address," Baba tells me trying to make up an excuse.

I begin to look around and I spot his smart phone. I grab it immediately and dial the emergency department number.

They pick up and I hand him the phone to speak up,

"He-hello,there is an emergency... Uh,there has be-been a-a murder case that has taken place in Chunking bird street, 9th Avenue house number 34563. Please hurry up," Baba tells the agent over the phone and cuts the line on them immediately.

"Now,take me to your basement," I order him. He looks pale and frightened. If it's dying you're thinking of,you bet!