Chapter 16:

Clutching the steering wheel of the car Charles was currently renting, Tiffany tapped her feet to the music blasting out of the radio. Carelessly driving quickly, she stopped suddenly when she noticed Grace hobbling across the road, with a stack of books beneath her arm and a bag slung across her shoulder. Rolling down the window, Tiffany yelled "Grace, Grace". The girl scanned the area before noticing Tiffany in the car, she smiled politely before Tiffany shouted "come here". Staggering towards her, Grace stopped beside Tiffany's car and asked "is everythink okay"

"Of course" answered Tiffany before she continued "would you like a lift, if you're heading back to the motel"

"Yes, please" smiled Grace before gently opening the front-passenger side door and hopping in. "Poor thing, is your foot broken" questioned Tiffany as she began to drive again

"No, my sister, she took me to see a doctor...I only hurt my ankle" answered Grace as she gazed out of the window

"Sister, how many is their in that motel room"

"Just me and my sister. Mom and dad, they left last night after you dropped me off, they've had to go home to my younger brother" explained Grace

"Oh, is that right...how come you're here then"

"For a competition, I play the flute and piano" proudly answered Grace before adding excitingly "I think, I could win"

"Wow, that's great" exclaimed Tiffany, "you're a very talented young girl, how old are you?"

"Fifteen, my sister's eighteen...how old are you?"

"I'm seventeen, sweetie" replied Tiffany, before adding "how come, you've got all them books? you should be out having fun"

"My mom" angrily sighed Grace before complaining "she wants me to study, over three hours a day...then do two hours practicing piano and an hour playing the flute"

"That's a lot of work, for a young girl like you" Tiffany replied sorrowfully as she pulled into the motel parking lot, then announced "we're here". Switching of the ignition, Tiffany jumped out the car before caringly helping Grace out and collecting her books. "Thank you, Mrs..."

"Call me Tiffany, I'm not married" insisted Tiffany with a giggle

"Okay...Tiffany" laughed Grace as she stuck the key to her room into the door

"Grace, come by anytime, I'd love the company"

"I will, Tiffany" happily replied Grace before she entered her room, then Tiffany entered hers.

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Slighly pulling back the curtains, Charles stood staring from the window at fifteen year old Grace and her beautiful sister Heather. They were the occupants of room 113, Tiffany claimed she'd met Grace, Charles wasn't bothered if it was true or not, but he was clearly interested in Grace. Tiffany had informed him, the girl was fifteen years old and in San Diego for a contest, she bragged she performed piano very well. Grace was relaxing by her sisters car with her sister as Charles studied her, she was well-endowed, more than most girls of her age. She had hips like a grown woman and large breasts on a very small and youthful frame. Her hair was curly and went right down to her hips, it was flaming copper red and slicked back into a tight pony. Charles hadn't got close enough, to know the color of her eyes. Sliding his hands down his pants, he moaned with satisfacation as he gently rubbed himself and stared mesmerized at the girl. Grace's sister looked just like her, but more stern and what Charles would consider stuck-up. She walked with a strutt and held her head up very high, he'd noticed how she looked at some people with disgust. "Fucking snob" he growled whenever he spotted her through the window. I fucking want her, so bad Charles thought with a mischeavious smirk.

Tiffany walked in the livingroom and caught him in the act, "what the fuck" giggled Tiffany causing Charles to whip his hands from his pants, as if he was a young teenager getting caught masterbating by his mother. "What" yelled Charles before he muttered almost shyly "am a man". Tiffany giggled as she strolled over, but she soon stopped smiling when she glanced out the window and noticed who he was looking at. "Fucking hell, she's a bit young for you" said Tiffany

"C'mon Tiff, it ain't even about age...you know, I'm not some fucking sexual predator...but...just look at the girl, she gorgous" replied Charles

"I thought, I was the only girl for you" smiled Tiffany coyly as she stroked her breast through her t-shirt

"Fuck, after last time...you were too good, Tiff" laughed Charles before joking "you must've got practice, of the fucking shop-keeper". Tiffany's heart sunk inside her chest and her jaw dropped with shock, How could he bring up my rape, as if it was something I enjoyed, that bastard thought Tiffany as tears welled up in her eyes. Charles noticed her face drain from color "Fuck, Tiff...I'm sorry" apologized Charles with a nervous stutter

"You, fucking bastard" yelled Tiffany furiously before storming into the bedroom and slamming the door behind her. He stood outside the bedroom, lightly tapping on the door a few hours later "Tiff, are we talking yet...you know I love you" he claimed

"Fuck you" that was his reply, before the door swung open and Tiffany's hand whipped across his face before she retreated back into the bedroom. "What a bitch" Charles muttered beneath his breath I was only fucking joking. Charles threw himself on the couch, sometimes being with Tiffany was irritating, mainly because she was a woman. He missed having a lads night out, or going somewhere with Eddie. Fuck, I miss that piece of shit Eddie, if he was here...I would have had that girl in here, with a gag in her mouth and me banging the living shite out of her thought Charles.

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Tiffany had buried her face into her pillow as she sobbed and wailed, I can't fucking wait, I need to go back to LA, I'm desperate to see Lila...I need some girly time, instead of staying with inconsiderate fucking men. Chucky's my man, why's he even thinking of other women. Tiffany turned around and stared at the ceiling before asking herself "have I done something, wrong". She was furious, she could imagine Chucky slipped away from her, she thought about killing the sweet innocent girl, but it was to risky. The police will question me and Chucky, we are their neighbours! They might even end up linking us, two Vera and Elena's murders...I couldn't handle prison, not without being with him. She wondered what he'd do without her, would he even miss her, he'd probably leave me, end up with some whore...I couldn't let that happen. Finally deciding what she'd do, a smile wiped across her face before climbing of the bed. She wasn't going to stick around and watch Charles crush on another girl, instead, she'd leave, but not without him. She promised herself she'd find a beautiful house, just for the two of them, nobody else. Confidently strutting out of the bedroom, she ignored Charles who was relaxing on the sofa when she walked past him, then left the room.

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Tiffany'd been gone for around two hours, finally some peace, Charles thought to himself as he flicked through the televion channels and drank a nice cool beer. "Fucking, women" Charles grunted to himself, he was missing the companionship of his friend and loyal accomplice Eddie, even though he considered him a piece of shit and had stole his woman Tiffany. But Charles could not deny, him and Eddie had enjoyed some good times, from robbing to kidnapping people, and the two always enjoyed adding a bit of torture to their crimes. After all, Eddie was like family, and crime, it was just something to do. It made him chuckle to think about Eddie, being locked away in jail, while he made love to Eddie's girl. Knock, Knock, Knock...Charles decided to ignore the annoying knock at the front door, before he heard the Rat-a-tat-Rat-a-tat at the window. "Who the fuck, is this" he grunted as he stood up and slammed down his beer on the coffee table. Swinging open the door, he angrily spat "what" before he noticed the cute innocent girl, Grace, looking up at him, trembling with fear. "Ti-Ti-Tiffany, is she there, please" Grace nervously stuttered

"No, she ain't in...bitch is fucking crazy, stormed out a while ago" explained Charles before asking "why, what's up"

"She said...I could come by" answered Grace

"Oh, did she" sinisterly smiled Charles, was Tiffany, planning on...giving me Grace, "come in, she'll be back soon"

"No, it's alright" replied Grace before adding "I'll call back, later, maybe"

"No...come in, wait for her...she'll love to see you here" insisted Charles with a charming smile

"Oh, okay" Grace responded before caustiously entering room 112

"Sit down" ordered Charles calmly

"Okay" Grace replied as she walked over to the sofa and sat down

"Make yourself at home" insisted Charles before acknowledging "you look nervous". Charles sat beside Grace, before asking "would you like a beer"

"I don't drink, but thank you, anyway" Grace politely said

"Good...that's good, girl your age, should drink...should she" mumbled Charles as he retrieved his beer from the coffee table, then returned beside Grace on the sofa and asked with a mischeavious grin "what do girls like you, do for fun".

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Tiffany was on her way home, she'd visited several houses and apartments for sale and for rent, they were all amazing. She thought she'd suprise him with pictures of the houses, surely he'd be ready to move into a house and possibly settle down. Tiffany loved the life of adventure, she was currently living with Charles, but she was still and ordinary girl, who dreamed of a life with a family. She'd never really had family before, she didn't really think anyone could count her family as one. Although, she did miss her sister at times, most of the time she was bitter and mean towards her sister, but mainly because she was jealous of Sara. She regretted them times, but tried her best to think of happy times that she enjoyed with Sara, and if it wasn't for Sara, she may have never met Charles. Wondering what her sister was up to now, and if she'd ever see her again, Tiffany parked her car facing her room. After grabbing the photographs of the houses and apartments, she locked up her car and hurried towards her front door. She could hear chuckling and giggling coming from inside, what the fuck, who's in there...with Chucky.

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Grace sat on the sofa giggling and hic-cupping as she sipped on her second glass of beer, Charles had insisted after a while she joined him drinking, she was to polite to say no and worried in case she hurt his feelings. "You're a fucking light-weight" sniggered Charles with a chuckle regarding her being drunk after only a glass and a half

"I'm not used to it" giggled Grace before Charles placed his hand gently on her knee

"So, Tiff tells me you like music, you ever gonna' sing me a song" Charles slurred

"I play flute" replied Grace as she gently removed his hand, before adding "and the piano"

"You're very well-endowed" laughed Charles causing Grace's eyes to widen with fear, before he added "with talent"

"Yes, I am" she nervously smiled

"hhmmm, yes you are" murmered Charles as he glanced quickly at her youthful breasts, before lecturing "too many youngings, having sex these days". Grace was anxious, drunk and worrying "I think, I'll go now...I've been here for a while"

"Sex is not the answer" angrily yelled Charles, before laughing "Sex is the question, 'yes' is the answer". Grace couldn't help but laugh and giggle, the joke was cheesy but funny, yes the man seemed strange, but he did seem friendly. Suddenly the door swung open, Tiffany rushed in and yelled angrily "wasn't I, invited to the party"

"Tiff, Grace has been waiting for you...I thought I'd, entertain her" Charles informed Tiffany who glanced at the half-empty glass of beer

"What the fuck, have you been giving her drink"

"Yeah...I couldn't drink alone" Charles chuckled as he slapped his knee

"You're drunk, Chucky...and you, Grace...you're going back to your sister"

"Tiffany" Charles interrupted before nodding towards the bedroom "can I talk to you". He stood up and staggered towards her, before grabbing her arm and pulling her into the bedroom. "Babe, you're fucking amazing" he said as he pecked her on the neck and kissed her passionately

"Why, what...is all forgiven now" stammered Tiffany between kisses

"Yeah...I can't believe you, I can't believe you'd bring me her"

"Bring you what...her" gasped Tiffany as she shoved him away

"Yeah" grunted Charles before he added "you told her to come over...it was so, I could have her"

"You're fucking insane" snarled Tiffany before angrily saying "I wouldn't give you shit" as she spun around and stormed out of the room, he lied "doesn't matter anyway, Tiff, I've already kissed her...only a matter of time till I...". Tiffany's heart stopped for a second, she thought she was going to vomit, she felt her heart ache why's he do this. Staggering into the livingroom, she thought she was going to collapse, she looked at the little whore then demanded "get out". Grace nodded her head agreeingly, before rushing out of the room "bye Tiff" she said before closing the door behind her.

Tiffany spun around, her face contorting with anger and her eyes darting around the room, searching for something to grab, throw and destory. Screaming hysterically, she grabbed the glasses of beer and threw them at the wall, causing the glass to shatter across the floor, she snatched the expensive mirror she had bought and lashed it across the room. Charles stumbled out of the bedroom, roaring "what the fuck, what the fuck, Tiffany". Tiffany grabbed the photographs from her pocket and threw them at him, "you know what. You know where I've been, searching for places to live...somewhere to raise a family" revealed Tiffany as tears streamed down her face. He cackled wickedly, before he cruelly confessed "I ain't having a fucking family, not with a crazy bitch like you". Suddenly he staggered back when she slammed her fist into his shoulder.

"Bitch" he yelled as he charged towards her, she turned and glared at him, he ran into her, throwing her into the coffee table with a thundering crash. Splinters stabbed into her bare arms and she yelped with pain. He looked down at her, before turning around and walking back towards the bedroom. "I'll fucking kill you" warned Tiffany as she picked a shard of glass from the mirror from her leg.

Chapter 16 finished

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