"My MaRiLyn..."

43.

Marilyn is mad at me over food she prepared that I didn't eat. It's not that I meant to not eat the food,I just had some business to take care of.

I need to fix this with her but first,Ciara needs to be taken care of. She needs me now more than ever. The neighbours are traumatized with what happened and I'm supposing Ciara will be way more traumatized after finding out what Baba did to the woman she loved the most.

I turn on the tv to watch something relevant,so I change the channel to check out the news. Headlines have it: Old man commits suicide after murdering neighbour who took care of his niece that he attempted to murder as well. Better the sucker is dead.

Suddenly,a knock on my door. I get up to see who it is and it's this strange looking guy in glasses. Looks like a nerd and he definitely has a punchy face.

"Who the hell are you?" I ask.

I hate strangers because strangers are people and I hate people. You get it,I told you all about it.

"My name is Morris. You must be Timothy," he says in the most calm voice I've ever heard. He looks reserved and I can sense him not being a pain in my ass.

"Oh,hi. What could be the problem?"

"Ciara is having a panic attack back at the hospital and I hoped you'd calm her down once she sees you," he replies and I feel honoured to hear this.

"Why is she panicking?"

"She heard the news of Miss dying. Didn't you hear it?"

"Oh,no,I did. I heard it. It must be hard or her right now," I tell Morris and he nods in approval.

"Let me get my jacket," I say to him and I walk to the sofa to grab my jacket so that I can be a hero for Ciara. I'll show her that I can be a true friend of hers.

"Lets go," I say to Morris after putting on my jacket and I lock the door and we begin to walk to the hospital.