Chapter 5:
Friday May 15th, 2:00pm
Elizabeth's heart spiraled into a deep abyss, shattering the warmth and confidence from within. Quickly the last bit of security she felt deminished, then shame and confusion filled its absence. Her body shaked uncontrollably as tears formed in her eyes then rolled down her cheeks, onto her chin then fell into her hands. Her sight became blurred, her breathing was heavy as she clutched the tissue she held tightly. Tiffany sat beside her, caringly reassuring her "everything is okay" as Elizabeth sobbed and wailed. As Elizabeth repeated her account of the attack which happened the other night, her parents stood behind the coach she was sitting on gasping and crying as they heard the horrific story. Police officer Vera Hoyt sat facing Elizabeth, she listened carefully to Elizabeth's whimpers, concentrating on making words out of the girls cries and weeps. With her unsmiling and somber face, Vera stared at Elizabeth determined to watch Elizabeth's body language and facial expressions "this girl isn't tellin' no lies" thought Vera as she recorded Elizabeth's story on several pieces of paper. Tiffany's eyes filled with tears as she once again heard Elizabeth's petrifying tale of rape and terror, glancing at the grim Officer interviewing her best friend, she quickly noticed the small handgun tucked carefully into her pants. "Wonder what it'd be like to shoot one a gun" Tiffany wondered to herself as she lost her concentration.
4:35pm
Vera rose from her seat then with kindness and honesty explained "am very sorry this happened to you Elizabeth, you seem like a sweet girl. But I honestly believe we'll get the bastard who did this to you". Vera expressed her sorrow then vowed "I personally will capture him" before she left the house and jumped into her police car. Vera had heard some worrying and scary stories in her time working as a police officer, but she'd learned along time ago you have to find away to block it all out. Block it all out so when you return home it can be with a smile of your face, or else your nightmares will quickly ruin your family.
Vera had watched her father, a fellow police officer return home day after day when she was a child and drink himself to sleep. She heard his screams and bellows when he was asleep, trapped in one of those hideos nightmares most officers have. Vera had always dreamt of becoming a police officer, even after watching her father slowly deteriorate, but she had always wanted to help others. "This kid Ryan, he's gotta' be the one and he must be dangerous" Vera thought as she left Elizabeth's street.
7:00 pm
Tiffany watched as Elizabeth's family circled around her, all were petting her, kissing her and cuddling her. "They must really love" Tiffany thought to herself before she left Elizabeth's house and began to stroll home. Fixing her glasses, Tiffany adjusted her jeans so they rode more comfortably on her hips and walked towards an old gas station. She was tired and fed-up, she loved Elizabeth but the hours she spent there dragged slowly, they were depressing and bleak "I just need a bit of me time" thought Tiffany as she entered the gas station. Flicking threw the candy bars and sweets, Tiffany picked out a chocolate bar then placed it at the counter. Rooting through her jeans, Tiffany felt ashamed to be standing at the counter then finding no money. With her face turning an embarrassing cherry-red, Tiffany shaked her jeans hoping to hear the sound of some loose change. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it" spoke a man behind Tiffany, the familiar voice caused Tiffany to quickly spin around then she was startled to find it was Charles kindly offering her the money to pay. "Thanks" Tiffany replied shyly as she twirled as single curl of her hair around her finger.
For several minutes, Charles and Tiffany simply gazed into eachother's eyes until Charles looked out of the window and caringly asked "you want a ride home, it's getting dark" "Sure" Tiffany smiled delightfully. Charles slyly intertwined his arm threw Tiffany's then admitted "am sorry my car isn't much cop, but you know it gets me around"
"Don't worry about it" insisted Tiffany when she noticed his car was actually a mini-van but its colour was unique, it was the same colour as his eyes, a shining blue. Suprised that Charles actually opened the door for her, she thought "what a gentleman" as she climbed into the van. Charles jumped in the van with a confident smile and whirled his keys around his finger before he finally started their transportation.
7:15pm
It was an early night the sun had completed its tour for the day, and had now been replaced by myriad stars, which dotted the inky canopy. A low, waning gibbous moon hovered tenuously in the twilight firmament, bestowing a very dim light upon the land. It was a cool, windy night; the swaying of trees and rustling of leaves could be heard but not seen, as the encompassing darkness had blotted out all but the faintest light. Briefly, a dark, wispy cloud eclipsed the crescent moon. For a few shadowy moments, it looked like there was a halo around the cloud, a dull aura of lunar luminescence.
Tiffany noticed Charles was extremely concentrated on his driving, though at times his eyes would dart from the road to Tiffany repeatedly "sorry, am not a bad drive, am just lost by your beauty" he apologized in a shy, nervous manner. Tiffany was flattered "oh" she gulped as her eyes fluttered like butterflies wings and she sunk into her seat. "So how come your named Tiffany?" asked Charles as he carefully steered the wheel and worked the peddles "Well, mum always jokes I was named after the jewellery store" laughed Tiffany as she nervously patted her knee "You been up to much today" questioned Charles curiously "No...not much, just been at a girlfriends house you know" stammered Tiffany as she rolled the window down "Cool, cool" spat Charles as he wondered how to keep the conversation going.
7:25pm
Tiffany tried her best to embrace the attention the older man was giving her, but it made her nervous, "why would he like me" she thought as inside her head she listed the negative things about her "am ugly, I have no sense of style, I am unpopular and have no life" she thought. "Your a very pretty girl" Charles suddenly blurted out as he rested his hand gently on her knee, Tiffany was suprised but welcomed his loving touch "Thanks, your not so bad yourself" joked Tiffany knowing that she was attracted to him. Then he smiled, His eyes lit up like the twinkle of a star had been trapped inside giving them a translucent aura but it was his smile that seemed to capture the light glistening from the moon. It was just the simple quirk of his lips lifting at the sides to add a crinkle to his face that made him seem like he hid the secrets of the universe and yet appeared to be so carefree.
Tiffany's face suddenly contorted into a look of confusion when she asked curiously "how old are you"
"Twenty-one, what about you?" he replied "Am sixteen" mumbled Tiffany as she thought "god he's so much older than me... my parents would kill me. My god I've never even dated before, never mind have any type of sexual relationship". "Do you mind?" Tiffany gulped anxiously "What d'ya mean" Charles responded "Do you think am too young" Tiffany whined. Charles pulled over and parked on the sidewalk, he turned and stared at Tiffany. Charles stroked Tiffany's cheek gently, pulled her closer then whispered romantically in her ear "age is just a number". Tiffany was so lost in their romantic, dream-worthy conversation that she didn't even realise he had parked outside her house "oh god, mum'll be expecting me soon" announced Tiffany after she had snapped back into reality. Charles pecked her on the cheek then ran his fingers threw her flat, sleek blonde hair and scribbled down his number on a piece of paper for her before she left the car and returned home.
7:45pm
"Oh my god" gasped Tiffany as she childishly skipped into her room then threw herself onto her bed. Clinging onto the piece of paper with his number on it, Tiffany wondered why a good-looking man had paid attention and complimented her so much then she finally guessed "he must really like me".
9:00pm
Arriving home, Charles was greeted by a furious Corrina "where have you been?" she yelled as she glared at him with hard eyes, ignoring her, he ignorantly strolled past her with a massive grin wiped across his face. Standing in front of him, she began to cry "you've been with another woman, haven't you" "Maybe I have, maybe I haven't" he cruelly teased before he mocked her cries "Why are you like this Charles?" sniffled Corrina "Why...why am I like this" Charles repeated as he walked towards Corrina with narrowing eyes, suddenly he clutched a handfull of cascades of soot black hair and roared as he whipped his hand across her face "because you infuriate me".
With blood slowly dripping from her nose, Corrina tried desperately to hold back her tears, not wanting to let Charles have the satisfaction of seeing her in such a weak pitiful state, but it was all to much. Suddenly he kissed her harshly, while she stayed frozen in his grasp. He thought with a simply kiss all would be forgiven, but she wasn't buying it, all she could think of were the bitter memories of their relationship. As she dropped to the floor, Charles glared at her with hatred and disgust before wickedly booted her in the stomach then walked away cackling evily.
9:15pm
"Why do I stay with him" Corrina asked herself as she wiped her own blood from the livingroom floor, catching a glimpse of Charles walking towards her, she shot up and stood straight like a soldier would do for his general, and tried to hide her pain with a smile. "Sorry hun, I just lost my temper, must of been all that drinking I done in the pub before" lied Charles trying to cover up his time he spent with Tiffany, but Corrina noticed he wasn't drunk or tipsy "that bastard been with another woman" she thought angrily.
Corrina had long straight hair with just a hint of a wave to it, and it hung like a silken sheet down her back. In the dark it appeared to be the color of pale flax... Her face was delicately formed, with large, dark eyes fringed with black lashes and an upper lip shaped like a longbow. Corrina knew she was cute and had grew tired of her boyfriends sleeping around, bossiness and abuse, she was defending herself from him at least six days a week, but the beating just kept on getting worse. The more she fought back, the more he would hurt her. But it wasn't just the physical abuse, it was the mental which she felt hurt her the most, a victim of the disorder OCD, Corrina thrived for everything to be perfect and clean. Charles would purposely tread mud and dirt through the home they shared together, she'd wake up to find that her clothes were jumpled up on the floor or the furniture had been messed around. This was all Charles trying to irritate and destroy her. "I hate him so much" thought Corrina who was desperate to say it out loud.
Chapter 5 finished
Authors note: Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, please tell me what you think in your review. Next chapter should be exploring more of Charles and Tiffany's relationship and also Charles and Corrina's relationship maybe a few suprises will be threw in. I appreciate all reviews and I thank everyone who has done a review.