A/N: Rated M for graphic descriptions

Chapter 17:

New Years Day, 1987

Screaming swarms of children ran up and down the street, as bubbles floated in the air and balloons drifted around aimlessly on the floor among the discarded hotdogs and burgers. Multi-coloured banners were draped on the top of each door in the street. Hungry parents loomed over the buffet table which was laid out in the street and filled with food, as their children grabbed sandwiches and filled their mouths with sweets. Tiffany sat motionless in her car, staring through the window at Grace who was happily sprinting up and down a street with a gang of children around her age. I guess her foot, is all healed up thought Tiffany as she grabbed a packet of Camel ciggarettes from her purse and placed a ciggarette between her lips. It had been two weeks since the incident between her and Charles, created through jealousy, stupidity and perverseness. This'll make up for it all, he'll love me all over again...I know he will thought Tiffany before sternly telling herself "he'll love me, forever and ever".

Tiffany watched silently as the gang of children and teenagers sat in a circle, before scattering across the street party, leaving one alone with their eyes shut. Fucking children, playing hide and seek Tiffany thought bitterly, before switching on the ignition when she noticed Grace hide around the corner from the street party, away from prying eyes. Following the girl, she laughed when she seen her hiding in a rose bush god, I hope some thorns get in them skinny arms of hers. "Grace" she shouted with a false smile after rolling down the window, "come here". Grace followed Tiffany's order and rushed to the side of her car "get in, why don't you come back to mine...we'll get pizza" Tiffany smiled before she apologized "I just want to say sorry, for the other week...it was terrible, I was just so shocked that you was drinking"

"It's okay, I'm playing hide and seek" the embarressed Grace replied

"Oh, don't be a so immature, get in...we'll have a good time ourselves" insisted Tiffany, before Grace glanced back at her friends and Tiffany laughed "jump in, let them keep looking for you". Grace giggled before opening the door and jumping into the front passenger seat, Tiffany placed her hand on the girls knee and promised "we'll have a good time".

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Staggering back home from the pub, after washing away his sorrows with pint after pint of beer, Charles zoned in on his room before he noticed Grace's sister scurrying around the parking lot. What's her fucking problem he wondered before she headed towards him. Her eyes were puffy and blood-shot, she was drenched in sweat and shaking uncontrollably as she babbled madly. "WHAT THE FUCK" he yelled before snorting "is wrong"

"my sister, have you seen her...Grace, her name is Grace" she answered

"No" coughed Charles as he pushed her aside and walked towards her room, she followed him like a lost puppy

"She's missing, I'm worried sick...she's not like this, she doesn't just vanish. I haven't seen her for hours, she wasn't at a party when I went to pick her up" whimpered Heather as she wiped away tears

"Fuck off, I ain't seen her" growled Charles as he pushed her hand away when she reached out for him

"Okay, okay...please let me know, if you see her...I'm so scared" replied Heather before spinning around and rushing towards the managers office at the end of the motel. "Fucking hell" grunted Charles as he opened the motel room door, then walked in and kicked it shut behind him. The room was trashed, he guessed Tiffany had flipped again, crazy bitch. Suddenly his eyes widened when he noticed a pair of girl's shoes strewn across the sofa, but his heart raced madly when he sen a hand with the thumb and forefinger missing, and one of Tiffany's fashion magazined splashed with blood. He grew worried, panicking about his Tiffany, his girl, his accomplice. Was she dead?. From the bedroom the smell of blood wafted into the livingroom, and the vile stench of decay. He covered his mouth and nose with his hands before rushing towards the bedroom and bursting inside.

Her breasts had been chopped off, they looked blue and deflated, the nipples were a disconcerting shade of brown. Surrounded by dried black blood, they had been placed, rather delicately beside the body. The face resembled a skull with a long, flowing mane of flaming red hair falling from it, which was connected to the full, cold corpse. Its eyes were open, the actual eyeballs were hanging from the sockets by their stalks. Most of her chest is indistinguishabe from herneck, which looks like ground up meat. The patches of skin left on her body are blue-gray, the color of tin-foil. "Fuck" slurred Charles, he'd seen some grotesque things in his lifetime, he had done some terrible things in his lifetime, but this was brutal. "You want to fuck her, go and fuck her" cackled Tiffany when she entered the bedroom naked from the bathroom, with blood splashed across her face, neck, shoulders and breasts. "Tiff...what've you done" Charles muttered, for the first time in his life, he didn't know what to do. Tiffany confidently walked to the corpse, she grabbed the bedding which covered the bottom half of the body before laughing sadistically "you want to fuck her, go ahead". She tugged away the bedding and revealed the corpses vagina, it had discharged a brownish syrupy fluid that smelt like a sick animal, it was as if a rat had been forced back up in there, then had died.

"You can get rid of it...you selfish prick" sneered Tiffany as she re-entered the bathroom and grabbed a towl, before tossing it to him and laughing psychotically "happy cleaning". Turning on the shower, Tiffany climbed into the shower and let the warm water rinse away the blood then pour down her body. She let out an orgasmic sigh, before she was suddenly ragged from the shower and slammed against the wall. Charles was panting heavily, "I fucking love you" he grunted as he unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor, before grabbing her and sitting her on the end of the sink. She clawed at his back excitingly as he thrusted roughly and kissed her harshly. He didn't know what he was going to do, or how he'd get rid of the corpse, maybe he could simply start another fire...he didn't know, but he decided he wouldn't worry about it. For now, he'd enjoy being with his psychotic babe.

Chapter 17 finished

Authors note: Hope you enjoyed this chapter, please leave a review and tell me what you think now that Tiffany is a complete psychopath.