"My MaRiLyn..."

82.

Breaking things in my house.

Smashing, shouting, crying and yelling over the love of my life not wanting me anymore.

She doesn't love Me.

I toss things; chairs, tables and glass around and on walls breaking them and making the house look a mess because I'm angry and I don't think I'll be able to stay around here after I do what I should have done long ago. Kill Marilyn.

Kill her before she could do any damage. Kill her before she could give me false high hopes for nothing. Kill her before giving her my heart to break it again. Kill her because she has refused to be mine. To be My Marilyn.

I head to the bathroom and I start to spread the floor with towels. Marilyn will rest here. I grab some ropes I hid from the laundry basket and put it on the floor along with some screwdrivers I take from the tool box. It's going to get bloody today.

This Is 2pm and Richard is off to work. He can't just stay home,he's got to feed his wife despite him being the CEO of all his prosperous companies.

I am dressed as simple as can be for this occasion and I've got everything set up for the killing. I have knives put in the bathtub. I've got a drill to use on Marilyn and I am not turning back from this.

I've got razors and scissors put in the bathroom and I will not hesitate but use them on Marilyn. I just need to have a plan that can lure Marilyn over to my place. I start to think and then ding ding! I've got a plan.

I am sitting on the messed up living room floor just hearing Marilyn knock at my door for a few minutes now. She's calling out to me to open but I want to see if she'll be patient enough to wait till I can open.

"Fuck! Timothy open up!" I hear desperation in her tone of voice.

I scoff and get up from the floor to go and open up for her. Marilyn immediately walks into my house searching for the man I faked came here and shot himself because he found out she was cheating again. Of course that man is her husband Richard who Is not even here.

"Where Is my husband?" She asks with tears rolling down her face.

I don't respond to her I just lock the door and I make sure she hears I've locked it. I look at her and she's got a tense look on her face. She's nervous.

"Wh-why'd you lock the door?" I don't answer her.

I just have this evil look in my eye that immediately makes my heart turn cold I can barely hear it beat.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asks standing still in her tracks not knowing what's going to happen next till she sees it.

"Where Is my husband?"

"Work. He's still at work," I answer her and she gasps out of shock through a chuckle.

"No,he is here. You killed him!" She accuses me of something I so badly want to commit.

"Baby,I would have killed Richard before killing the Twins or Zoe," I tell her and she's confused.

"What are you saying?"

"I killed Zoe and Madison. I made Reese go into a comma," I tell her and she still can't make sense out of it.

"Gosh! Look,I am the Fivio your children had been talking about. The day I came to your house to look for you so we could mend our ways,I found a pretty smart young lady who rebuked me from getting into your house. So I made up a fake identity and lied to her that you sent me to baby sit the Twins instead of her," Marilyn is in awe.

Silent.

"Zoe called you up to inform you about me but I knew she'd mess up by doing so,So I killed her," I say to her and tears continue rolling down her face.