.…..Tiffany Lawrence……
I gulped hard, my palms sweaty, remembering the incident that happened. I rushed to Larry, "Larry, please let's leave this place, I don't feel comfortable," I said, inhaling and exhaling in rhythm.
He cupped my face, "Tiffany, what's wrong? You don't look well."
"I…I saw Marcus. I can't forget those moments. Please take me out of here."
"That bastard, I have warned him not to mess with you. I will make sure he—"
"He didn't touch me; I became afraid when I saw him. Please let's leave," I cut him off, fidgeting.
Mr. Larry carried little Larry and drove off to the mansion. I went to my room and lay on the bed, meditating. I couldn't bring myself to recall what happened. Mr. Larry entered; he carried me on his lap and soothed my nerves.
"Don't be concerned; I am here with you," he said, patting my back.