Chapter 15:

Los Angeles, California

Lila sat quietly on the edge of her bed, clutching the latest letter she'd recieved from Eddie, her sweet, sweet Eddie. He deserved the best, even though he may not have been intelligant or exactly normal, she still loved him like a son. He's been betrayed since birth Lila tearfully thought to herself, once he was born it seemed as if the world was against him. His mother, Lila's sister, was a hopeless, pitiful drug-addict and his father, nobody even knew. Eddie was raised by his mother, whenever she wasn't high, whatever step-dad was around or a caring neighbour who pitied the poor child. If I could get my hands around my sisters neck, I'd fucking kill her thought Lila, whenever her sister entered her mind. Lila was all the way in LA, while her sister was in New Jersey, if she had found out about her nephew, she would never had took him away from his mother to raise like he was her son, and Eddie may have died. Angry, she curled her hands into fists, so tightly her acrylic nails stuck into her palm my poor boy.

Lila felt hopeless, she was truly alone in the world, especially now her boy was locked up in jail and Tiffany wasn't around. She'd trusted Roger with taking care of the girls, while she allowed herself to have a break, but that break had been filled with sadness. Climbing of the bed, she staggered out of her bedroom wearing the same pajamas she had been wearing for the past few days. Throwing herself onto the couch, she let out a sigh of sadness before grabbing the remote and switching on the television. It was all over the news, reminding her every minute of everyday, whenever she glanced at a newspaper or switched on the news, it was all over. "Police are still investigating the brutal murders, of former socialite Vera Reed and her care assistant..."

"...Mrs Reed a widow and millionaire had her throat cut, Elena Garcia was viciously stabbed to death..."

"Police believe this savage act was commited by two or more people..."

"Two African-American men were cleared yesterday, after over three days of intense interviews with police..."

They all reminded her of them, of Eddie and Tiffany, the two people she loved the most, the two people she adored and cherished. But Tiffany, she had grown bitter towards, I'm no grass, but I might just pick up the phone, give the police a little tip...just enough to lead them to her. I bet that little tart would come running...running back to me for help. That girl I loved like a daughter, Eddie, I he know loved her, but what does she do? runs of with some stranger who she believes she loves. Oh, my poor Eddie, he has his flaws, but so did everyone. She didn't have any interest in her girls, not anymore, whenever she tried to work her mind wandered off, Where's Tiffany? How's my boy? Does Tiffany ever think about me? I wonder if Eddie misses me? these thoughts filled her head. She cared so much about them, it distracted her from her important work.

Maybe, I should just end it all. Returning to her bedroom, she sat comfortably in the middle of the bed, with the gun resting in her lap. One press of the trigger, the worries will no longer be there. She picked up the gun, placed her mouth around the end of the gun, before sucking in her cheeks and closing her eyes. NO, I can't she screamed inside her head, before opening her eyes and lashing the gun across the room. Eddie wouldn't survive without me, if I died, he'd kill himself...he's only young. I couldn't let him die, just because of my death. It was at the point, Lila decided she wouldn't kill herself, it wasn't for her, it was for Eddie. She couldn't imagine Eddie being freed from jail, and her not being there to give him a loving hug. She was also sure Tiffany would be back, she also promised herself she'd make Tiffany love her nephew. No matter what.

...

San Diego

The Beaches Motel was constructed in an L-shaped layout and faced the beautiful community beach, which Charles and Tiffany enjoyed to visit. The fairly-priced motel included a swimming pool and a small diner, where the couple gobbled down their favorite meals and deserts. Charles' most loved dish was a plate of tasty swedish meatballs, which was followed by a plate full of cookies, Tiffany's was a gigantic pizza and her desert of choice was a chocolate cake, which she happily munched on. The staff at the motel believed the couple to be quite eccentric, with their breakfasts, lunch and dinner they ordered a bottle of pink champagne. They sipped on their glasses of champagne as Tiffany smoked her ciggarette, and Charles puffed away on his cigar. The staff believed Tiffany to be Tiffany Cole, a wealthy model, Charles had created the alias Chuck Rogers. The staff and locals around the area believed Tiffany to be pleasant, well-mannered and caring, though they noticed she was quite tough and could be aggressive. The female staff had grown worried of the man they knew as Chuck, he was eerie and creepy, sometimes flirtacious and loud. He was also intimidating towards the male staff, accusing them of staring at his girlfriend, when they clearly were not.

The motel was a single story building, it began with a small reception, then ended with an attached manager's office with all the rooms inbetween. The doors to each motel room faced the parking lot, making it easy to unload suitcases from the car. Charles also remarked "if anything goes bad, we end up with a corpse, we can just toss it into a boot". Room 112, the room which was occupied by Tiffany and Charles, but signed down to Tiffany Cole and Chuck Rogers, cost 120 dollars every three days, but they didn't worry about the price. It wasn't their money, they were spending. It was a spacious motel room, when you walked in you entered the livingroom, in it was a small television, radio and CD player, facing the television was a comfortable sofa which a number of magazines beside it on a coffee table. In the corner of the livingroom was a kitchen area, with two kitchen counters, a microwave, coffee maker, kettle and small fridge. The only other rooms that were included was a small bathroom with a toilet, sink and bath, and an average-sized bedroom. The bedroom had a medium-sized bed, a closet and a desk beside the bed.

Charles was resting on the sofa, as he leaned over towards Tiffany's packet of Camel ciggarettes which she'd left on the coffee table, before she burst into the room holding onto several bags of shopping. "What are you doing, Charles" snapped Tiffany as she dropped the bags on the floor, before angrily telling him "they're mine"

"I've smoked all my cigars" explained Charles as he pulled out a ciggarette from the packet

"No, you're not smoking all of mine...it's not my fault, you were fucking stupid and smoked them all. Do you know how much they cost, your cigars. Cohiba cigars, it's three hundred and thirty-three dollars for a pack of twenty"

"So what, it's ain't even our fucking money" chuckled Charles as he placed the ciggarette between his lips

"Well...you're not having anymore. You're going to fucking drain us, that money won't last for ever" replied Tiffany as she pulled out a pair of expensive Versace sunglasses and slid them on her face

"Practice what you preach" growled Charles, before yelling "you're the one out, spending all the money on what...clothes"

"Yeah, because...I...I...I deserve them" claimed Tiffany with a smug smile as she glanced at herself in the mirror she had bought and hung in the room. Charles leaned forward with a grin and muttered through his clenched teeth "I fucking deserve, my cigars"

"Okay, sweetie" smiled Tiffany before asking "what do you want for dinner, I was thinking I'd cook you up swedish meatballs, instead of going the diner"

"Where the fuck, did you learn to cook" cackled Charles

"Fuck you" angrily shouted Tiffany, before shoving the bags aside and walking over to Charles. "Oh, Charles..." purred Tiffany when she sat beside Charles, before giggling "oops, I mean Chuck"

"Yeah, fuck Tiff...I've actually got a record. If you get mixed up and call me that somewhere else, someone might get suspicious" explained Charles as she gently rubbed her hand over his crotch

"I'm sorry" apologized Tiffany before pecking him on the cheek, "I think, I'll call you something else"

"You can't, people around here know me as Chuck" replied Charles

"Chucky" purred Tiffany with a sexy smirk, before she whispered into her ear "you never did, tell me if you killed anyone, before"

"Yes, I did" argued Charles

"I can't remember" lied Tiffany, she knew he'd killed plenty of people, she was proud he was the Lakeshore Strangler, she pretended she was a gangsters moll, he also knew she knew. She just enjoyed listening to him, tell her stories about his murders. "Well, I have" replied the handsome stud Charles as he wrapped his arms around her then grabbed the back of her hair tightly. "Tell me" murmered Tiffany with a flirtacious smile, before blurting "tell me, how you killed 'em". Charles roughly pushed her off him, she fell onto the side of the couch and he stood up, before casually strolling into the bedroom. Tiffany leaped to her feet and gleefully followed. When she entered, she was welcomed by being grabbed by the hair then being tossed onto the bed. She gasped with shock as she laid face down on the bed and he pounced on her. She was wearing a black blouse and dark grey pencil skirt, with sexy black stockings and Jimmy Choo heels. He grunted behind her while wripping the skirt of her, before ragging down her black thong. She was laughing hysterically, she gasped with pleasure as he entered her and thrusted powerfully "Oh, Chucky". Clawing the sheets, she happily yelled "tell me...tell me, how you killed 'em". Then she felt it wrap around her neck, the cord, that's what he used to kill his victims. Either manual strangulation or liguture strangulation. He claimed he felt a rush as the life drained from the body in his hands, it gave him a thrill. It also gave Tiffany a thrill to hear about it.

After having an amazing orgasmic ending, the two collapsed onto the bed, grunting and sighing with sexual relief. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH Tiffany yelled inside her head, I wonder where I'd be now, If I never ran away and wasn't in the arms of my beloved Chucky. Bet I'd be on the streets, having to fuck for a living...maybe I'd be still with my mom, she'd probably have me fucking for her drink. Evil cow. I love Chucky, mom always said when I complained about my life "Don't worry, Tiff...you may hate it here, love'll set you free". It did. I adore Charles, I'd do anything to keep him...he'll always be mine. He's showed me a different way of life, and I love it.

It was only a matter of minutes till Charles was asleep beside her, she stood up and strolled into the livingroom where she got a ciggarette and placed it between her lips. After phoning the reception and ordering a bottle of Crystal champagne, she stood waiting in the livingroom smoking, until her attention was captured by the noise of a crying child outside. Walking up to the door, she slowly opened it then popped her head out, she scanned the parking lot then noticed a young girl curled up on the floor sobbing. Oh-god, what's wrong with her she thought before grabbing her coat then hurrying outside. Rushing towards the girl, she knelt beside her and asked "what's happened"

"My-foot-it's-broke" panted the girl as tears rolled down her cheeks

"What's your name"

"Grace" answered the girl

"What room are you in, where are your parents"

"Room 113!" loudly cried Grace, before Tiffany grabbed the girls arm and placed it around her neck.

"Let's get you to your room...your parents, they must be worried sick" Tiffany said as she carried the girl to her room, before knocking and laughing "hey, we're neighbours". Grace smiled awkwardly as her eyes became red and puffy from crying. Grace's mother answered the door, before gasping and asking "what happened"

"I think-I've-bro-bro-broken my foot" answered Grace as her mother was then joined by her father, and they took the girl from Tiffany and carried her to the couch. "Thanks, Mrs..." said Grace's mom

"Mrs Cole...but call me Tiffany"

"Thanks Tiffany, I can't believe we didn't hear her"

"Oh it's okay, good job I did...anyway, what are neighbours for" smiled Tiffany before saying goodbye and entering her own room.

Chapter 15 finished

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