"My MaRiLyn..."

68.

I open my eyes and I'm in the bathroom still. What the hell happened in here? Why am I naked? Why is the bathroom mirror broken? I slowly get up from the floor and I rub my forehead trying to ease the pain I'm feeling.

Where has the headache come from? I turn on the shower and I step in to freshen up. As the water rolls down on my body,I close my eyes enjoying the coldness running down my skin.

As soon as I close my eyes I see Zoe. I see her lifeless body laying in a pool of her own blood. I immediately open up my eyes and I see her in the shower with me all bloody and demonized,I scream out of terror and I run out of the shower. I don't want to see this,I don't want to.

I'm by Marilyn's door knocking. I feel restless and I don't really know how I'm going to have sex with her. The door opens.

"Hey baby," Marilyn flirtatiously greets me and I lightly smile at her.

She reaches out for my hand and drags me inside and shuts the door as I get in.

Let's do this.

Marilyn and I are making love and I am not really engaged. I'm not really in the mood for this but I see her enjoying the little moment that we're sharing. I just role with it but I don't want this. Not with her anymore.

Every time I try to engage myself with her way more-the part where you close your eyes to feel ecstatic-well,I don't. I keep seeing Zoe. And suddenly,I see Ciara who looks quite disappointed in me.

I don't want to be this man anymore. I don't want to become somebody I'm not going to be proud of as I grow older and older. I want out.

Marilyn is putting on her robe while I'm adjusting my shirt ready to head out. I look over at Marilyn and she is glowing with that smile of satisfaction on her face.

"Thank you for coming over. I appreciate it," she says and I nod in affirmation.

"Can I go home now? Wait,why am I asking you? Bye," I say to her and I walk out of her and her husband's room.

"Wait,Timothy!" She says to me and begins to follow me behind.

I'm hurriedly walking downstairs hoping I get home in time without Ciara having to notice my absence.

"Geez,Timothy,wait!" She begs and I stop in my tracks as I finally get off the stairs which lead to the living room and then finally a door for me to get out.

"What is the fucking problem?" I brutally ask her and she has this annoyed look on her face.

"Why the rush?" She asks me as if she's not a fucking wife or mother.

"I'm going home to Ciara and you're married. I don't want Richard to find me here," I tell her and she holds my hand and kisses it.

"Richard won't do a shit even if he found you and I in the act. I have a life to live too," she ignorantly informs me.

I get my hand out of her grip harshly and look at her angrily.

"Grow up and leave me alone. I'm such a fool to think you and I would be something special," I tell her and she slaps me. I'm taken aback.

"Mommy?" I know that voice. It's Reese. I turn my back to take a glance at her but Madison is standing next to her sister looking cross.

"Hi. Hi girls,why aren't you asleep?" She asks her children who hold her hand.

"We heard noises and its just 7pm ," Madison tells her mother who awkwardly laughs.

"Uh,meet uh," Marilyn can't get my name out. I pray she doesn't.

"He's my friend but don't tell daddy about him okay?" She pleas with her daughter's and they both agree distinctly for their mother to hear them.

Marilyn kisses both her daughter's on their cheeks and then she looks at me.

"Go home. It's not over. We're not over," she tells me and I walk out of the house slamming the door loud on my way out.

Fuck!