Chapter 3:

Sara cheerfully burst into Tiffany's bedroom, then gasped with suprise when she found her sister mumbling tearfully on the bed. Her heart ached for her older sister, who she knew had been through so much, but she couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed that she was always so sad and depressing. Tiffany always seemed to feel as if her heart had been ripped out, there was a constant aura of grey around her. It was a mist that wouldn't rise, a state of depression that Sara hoped to help her through. Tiffany felt a terrible weight on her shoulders, she had to care for her alcoholic mother, who was a woman she both loved and hated. A single tear rolled down her cheek, when she looked up and stared at her younger sister, who rushed to her side. "What's up, Tiffany" questioned Sara as she sat beside her sister on the bed

"Mom, I know she hates me" tearfully confessed Tiffany

"Don't say that, you can't...believe that, she loves you. If anyone, she hates me" replied Sara with a reassuring smile

"come on, don't be serious...she loves you, even if you're naughty and cheeky, she always will love you. She can't stand me"

"What makes you think, that mom doesn't like you" sighed Sara with a hint of boredom

"you know, because of what...what happened"

"When you was raped" Sara interrupted

"Yeah" cried Tiffany before she continued "she thinks, it's my fault. My fault that he died, my fault he touched me"

"Well it isn't, it was his fault okay, if he hadn't of been a dirty bastard, he wouldn't have ended up in jail" calmly reassured Sara

"Yeah, but why'd he die, why did he have to"

"C'mon sis', you're acting like a child, you're the older sister. When daddy went to jail, they found out he was a child rapist. In prison, they hate his kind, child killers an' rapist"

"I know, guess he was just bound to die when the riot happened" shrugged Tiffany as she wiped away the tears

"Are you okay now, do you feel any better" asked Sara before she advised "just don't listen to mom"

"You know, even though you're a little brat...you're a good sister" smiled Tiffany before gratefully hugging Sara and pecking her on the cheek. As Sara walked towards the door, she suddenly stopped and turned before remembering "there's a party, tonight...do you want to come, quality sister time". Tiffany thought about it for a few minutes, before hearing her mother babbling in the livingroom and answering "I'll come, definitely".

Leaving the bedroom, Sara smiled to herself, secretly pleased that her sister had finally opened up and revealed why she was upset. Sara knew it must be hard, but Tiffany was always so uptight and secretive about her feelings, she never wanted people to know how sad she was. Tiffany hid her sadness behind a facade of toughness. Leaving the trailer, Sara ran happily to her boyfriend Ricky who sat waiting in his old beat-down car. Opening the door, she leaped inside and kissed him passionately "why are you so happy" chuckled Ricky as he glanced in the mirror at his reflection

"I don't want you, to be mad...but I've invited Tiffany" revealed Sara

"Great, the more the merrier" sarcastically replied Ricky

"Don't be like that" snapped Sara

"She's sixteen" snarled Ricky

"She's my sister, and I'm fifteen"

"Yeah, but you're my girlfriend" Ricky responded calmly

"and you're nineteen, who cares. When we first got together, and mom was angry 'cause of the age difference, you said age doesn't matter" remembered Sara with a grin

"Okay, for fucks sake, she can come...I'm not arsed anymore"

"Thank you, babe" giggled Sara as she leaned over then began kissing his neck.

...

Staggering around the trailer in her dirty bra and knickers, Marilyn grabbed her robe and slid into it, before squeezing her feet into an old pair of heels. Swinging open the front door, she glanced over her shoulder and yelled "going out" as usual her voice sounded rough and her words were slurred. After stumbling down the road, Marilyn entered the local shop were she was greeted by Abhay "darling" he purred in his indian accent as he wrapped his arms around his waist and licked the back of her neck. Turning around Marilyn smiled and giggled, before she explained "you know, what I want, then you'll get what you want"

"You've already had enough" snapped Abhay

"I need some more, Tiffany, it was that thing, she picked up the wrong bottles" angrily grunted Marilyn, before she continued "I think, the things you get, I deserve a few extra bottles"

"Marilyn, I enjoy the nights we have, but come on, you're a mother too. You've got two beautiful daughters. You can't be getting drunk, not all the time. Drinking, bad" explained Abhay

"Don't you dare, give me advice, on parenting. You're good for nothing, you piece of sh-"

"Don't get into an arguement, you'll be wanting something soon and I won't give it to you"

"I want something, now" screamed Marilyn as she clutched her hair with anger, before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and begging "please, please I need it. How'd you think I get through my days, I need it to survive...I'll do anything". Marilyn collapsed onto her knee's then sobbed desperately "I'll give you, whatever you want".

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Tiffany stood gazing at her reflection in the grime-covered mirror, she wanted to look good and impress the other people at the different, but when it came to clothes she was clueless. The only clothes she had ever knew were tattered and torn, picked out by her mother at the second hand shop or snatched from other trailers by her sister. Tiffany was excited for the party, it was the first party she had been invited to since her father was arrested, once it had been revealed about her fathers perverse hobbies she had been abandoned by her friends. Opening her wardrobe, she rolled her eyes and sighed with annoyance. It was hopeless, even if she searched for an outfit, she knew she knew it would look terrible. Tiffany decided to herself, that she'd have to search her mothers wardrobe or her sisters. Marilyn's clothes were like new, even though they were tarty and cheap-looking Tiffany believed she could make something out of them. Most of Marilyn's clothes were brand new, because Marilyn mainly wore her robe or nothing at all.

Tiffany leaned forward and added a bit more eyeliner to highlight her piercing green eyes, before carefully checking her entire appearance, wanting desperately to look absolutely fantastic for the party. A sexy smirk wiped across her face as she gazed at her reflection, before she pulled on her blood-red heels and painted her lucious lips with red lipstick. She looked beautiful, her long wavy platinum blonde hair was combed into a huge boufant and her figure looked curvacious and sexy in her mothers short tight, crimson-red spandex dress. Giggling flirtaciously to herself, she excitingly rushed out of her bedroom and out of the trailer. She stood shyly outside the trailer, her arms wrapped around herself, she was suprised to hear a few wolf whistles and notice a few glances from new admirerers. "Be confident" she told herself sternly, before she smiled happily when she noticed Ricky's car speeding through the trailer park towards her. Sara leaned out the window and howled "girl, you look amazing"

"She should dress like that, more often" Ricky whispered to Sara, before mumbling "she looks hot". Sara shot him and angry glare, before she looked at Tiffany and told her "hop in girl, you're gonna' go wild".

Chapter 3 finished

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