"My MaRiLyn..."

77.

It's a Saturday morning and I am packing my bags. I'm ready to leave and look for somewhere else to stay.

I will figure out how to take Marilyn with me and start a new life wherever as long as we call it home.

As I'm putting my last pair of clothes in the bag,Ciara suddenly walks into my room with Demi in her arms.

"What's the occasion?" She asks curiously and puts Demi on the floor. She begins to roam around.

"I'm leaving," I reply zipping up my bag now.

"Leaving to where? You going hiking or something?" She asks me and I turn to look at her with seriousness written all over my face.

"I'm leaving this neighbourhood. I just can't stand people thinking I killed innocent people," I tell her and she scoffs.

"It was only one old lady who came up to you on Thursday to say shit so don't worry about a thing," Ciara replies and I roll my eyes at her statement.

"I said don't worry about it. You didn't have to roll your eyes at me. I'll just look out for you that's all," she says and takes a sit on my bed.

"Look out for me and then what? We'll all be fucking happy?" I ask with a bit of tension in my tone.

Ciara is taken aback by my sudden reaction.

"Hey,watch how you speak to me. What the hell is wrong with you? Take a chill pill,geez," she tells me and this makes me even more angry.

"Don't tell me to calm down. I just want to leave this hypocritical neighbourhood! I don't want to be here," I tell her and she laughs.

She can't believe I just yelled at her.

"Don't you ever yell at me,I'm not Marilyn," she says.

"We don't fight," I reply calmly now and she gets up from the bed.

"Then what the fuck are you yelling for?" She asks confused with me.

"I don't want to be here not with you anymore," I say to her and she chuckles.

"You realise I'm much more than just your friend right? Is it Marilyn? because I feel like this is about her."

I don't answer her.

"So this is about her,nha? I knew it. You are always so caught up in this fantasy about being together that it's never going to happen," she tells me and my blood boils with fury.

"We are meant to be," I say and she laughs mockingly.

"Dude,you do realise she's a married woman and a mother who Is going through a hard time right now? Don't stress her out. Don't stress me out. Just get out of your head," she lets me know and I disagree with her.

"No. We are so much more and she would let me know if she doesn't love me," I say and Ciara shakes her head in disbelief.

"She doesn't love you because I do. How many times do I have to let you know?" She asks.

"If she doesn't love me then why did we have sex all the fucking time?" I ask her and I regret opening my mouth.

"Wha-what? You do what?" She asks trying to make shit clear from what I just said.

I don't answer her.

"Timothy answer me. What did you just say?"

"Nothing," I say to her and a tear rolls down from her right eye.

"So you've been having sex with her behind my back after telling you all that I feel for you?" She asks saddened.

I don't answer her question, I just walk out of the room leaving her there hurting.