I'm kissing Ciara goodbye. She's headed for work. Richard gave her a promotion as Manager of his store and well,good for her and thank you,Richard for thinking you'll ever be with her.
She loves me and no amount of money that you throw at her will ever make her leave me.
"I love you and see you later," she says and begins to walk to work.
She needs a car. I'll figure something out. And don't worry about where I'll get the money to buy her any car she wants,just know that I'll provide for her.
But for now,now that I'm home alone,I need to start preparing for the sexual exploitation that I'm going to have with Marilyn.
This is just 8am in the morning and I can't just head over to Marilyn and be like,"hey,I'm here to have sex with you!"
No,Richard is still around with her. She emphasized I come over by 5pm and by then she'll be home alone.
I close door and run upstairs to my room to pick out something good to wear and then after sorting everything out,I take a nap.
I walk into the bathroom and I begin to take off my clothes. I need some self reflection for now. I throw the clothes In the laundry basket and I stare at my reflection in the mirror on the wall. I suddenly hear a voice,It's my mothers.
"Timothy,my baby boy. You're all grown up," I hear her say.
She feels so near yet so far away. Tears begin to form I'm my eyes and I don't know this feeling. I dont want to talk to her. I guess I'm ashamed of myself by how and who I turned out.
"What's the matter,son?" She asks and I don't respond.
"You killed your brother William and you're out here living life like nothing happened. You are a cruel person Timothy," I hear her say with anger spewing out of her.
Tears roll down my face and I become angry. I close my eyes hoping her voice will go away but then I hear her scream.
"You killed William! Murderer!" I open my eyes and I look at the mirror and there is blood that covers it.
I panic and I grab a metal bar in the corner and I break the mirror. I keep hitting it while screaming and shouting out in anger.
"I did it all for you! You're so ungrateful!" I say to my mother.
"I hate you!" I say and I fall to the ground and sob. I'm in pain.
"I did it all for you!" In a faint voice as I lay on the floor and I close my eyes. I want to sleep. Maybe just forever.