Hundred and Seven

RICKY

I rose up from the bed to check who was at the door. I peeped through the door hole and it was Qwen.

“Qwen?” I whispered.

“Who is at the door, Ricky?” Laura asked.

“It’s Qwen. I think she knows that I’m inside your room,” I said.

“That isn’t my business to know why she’s here. Put on your clothes and go attend to your late wife’s friend,” Laura said, wearing an uninterested look on her face.

I sighed to relieve the frustration I felt after Laura said that. I hurriedly wore my clothes and left her room.

“What have you been doing inside Laura’s room, Ricky? Were the both of you mourning Melo inside there?” Qwen asked while following me.

I walked straight and headed for my room like no one was talking to me. I ignored her till she hit my anger button.

“Your Luna just passed away and you felt it would be a good idea if you celebrated by fucking her murderer—”

“Qwen!” I yelled as I grabbed her neck and yanked her into the air.

“Ri—Ricky,” she choked. “Was this how—how you killed Me