Chapter 19:
"Fucking whore" angrily grunted Charles as he furiously punched the steering wheel of his car. He was stuck in traffic, all because of Lila that fucking bitch, I should slit her throat...I would but Tiffany...somehow can stand her. He was fed up and annoyed of the woman he considered an arrogant, mean and conniving bitch, the only reason he put up with her horrid behaviour was because Tiffany looked at her as if she was a mother. He despised her wicked glares, the way she demanded him to do chores, it was as if she was his mother. Now he was doing odd jobs for her, she claimed she'd pay him but she never would, when he'd ask about the money, she'd snarl at him and yell "you're living here for free, isn't that enough". Now he was stuck in traffic, supposedly on his way to pick up a girl for Lila's friend Roger. She was just a whore, nothing important, but Tiffany thought the world of her, Lila also adored her, spoiling her with clothes even though she had enough. Charles knew Lila hated him.
Parking close to a huge mansion, Charles glanced at the notepad were he had scribbled down the address, he then nodded his head and said to himself "this is it". Charles slowly and carefully stepped onto the stone path, looking above the rod iron gate at the massive mansion. It was made of thick, black stone which was covered in silvery dew. The old tarnished porch was made of darkly painted wood, and an ancient rocking chair was displayed by the doorway. He took a step closer and took in the essence of the home, with its soft willow trees and tiny lake. The glass windows that were on the bottom floor, level with his eye, had noticeable fingerprints on them and long scatches. The window panes and shutters were decayed and chipping away, blowing like dust in the wind, never to be seen again. He smiled slightly when he noticed a woman walking towards him, she was beautiful with long flaming red hair, a slim slender body and stunning emerald green eyes. She was wearing a striking royal purple gown and was wearing no shoes, she reminded him of a wood nymph.
"What is it" she asked in a strong russian accent
"Am here for Lila" answered Charles as his eyes fell down to her breasts
"Hmm, Lila, hmmm" she murmered seductively as she rushed her fingers through her hair
"Yeah, Lila...am picking up a girl"
"Well, Mr...Mr"
"Call me Charles"
"Charles" she began before she continued "I am Katarina"
"You're the girl" he interrupted
"Nu-uh"
"Then where's she"
"Away...there was a problem, she may be late" explained Katarina
"What the f-"
"Don't you worry, I'll entertain you"
"Did Lila, put you up to this" chuckled Charles
"You think" she laughed before adding "am going to fuck you" as she circled around him as if he was her prey.
"I thought, that what was you were getting at" he laughed
"I'm not here to fuck you" she giggled before whipping out a revolver which was hidden beneath her dress and yelling with a psychotic laugh "I'm here to kill you". Bullets grazed his skin as he panicked and his eyes darted around the area, what am I gonna do he wondered, before he began sprinting towards his car. BANG, he didn't feel it at first, but he had been shot in his shoulder and blood was pouring down his t-shirt. "That bitch, am gonna kill her". He frantically drove home, furious and worried that he was going to die, he was desperate to have his hands wrapped around Lila's neck.
When he got back to the apartment, he burst into the livingroom and staggered across the room, before collapsing onto the couch. "Oh fuck, fuck" he mumbled as he shredded his t-shirt, before using it to dab at his wound. Lila hurried in, babbling madly "I heard something, oh my god, what happened. What the fuck happened".
"Katarina" he muttered as Lila left the room before re-entering with a bucket of water and several towls. Soaking a towl, she then moved away his hand which was placed over his wound, before pressing it against the wound. "Katarina, you wanted her to kill me"
"What" spat Lila as she stood up then staggered backwards
"Don't fucking lie" he roared as he stood up then stumbled towards her
"I did not" yelled Lila before spinning around and racing out of the room.
He followed her into the kitchen, she tood there motionless with the gun in her hand pointed directly at Charles. His heart started racing, fearing what was about to happen. The metal from the barrel glinted brightly into his eyes like a light at the end of a tunnel. He heard the silent click as she took the safety off. He started to panic forgetting to even breath as he stared helpless at the person who would end his life. Her eyes were like a demon's, fiery and full of hatred. Her lips slightly curved up in a smirk knowing she had full control of Charles' life. He wanted to run, to hide, to wish this was just a dream. Charles started to think of all the things he would leave behind. Tiffany. His body started to quiver from the pure adrenaline coursing through his veins. Everything seemed to move slowly that a few seconds seemed like years
As she stepped towards him tightly gripping the gun, Charles stumbled backwards and mumbled quietly "don't do this" as tears began to gather in his eyes "for tiffany". A haunting smile wiped across her face as she pressed the trigger, Charles' face slackened; his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes darted around the room as if searching for a place to hide. As the bullets riddled his body, tears poured from his eyes and he screamed with agony for help, she watched carefully her body bubbling with anger and fury. Collapsing onto the floor, Charles' body was throbbing with unbelievable pain, he was filled with shock and disbelief as she confidently strutted towards him. As she glared at him as he wiggled on the floor, drenched in his own blood, Tiffany burst into the room and screamed "Lila, what have you done" before rushing to Charles's side.
"Oh, god. What've I done" Lila mumbled
"He might die, Lila, he might die" cried Tiffany before screaming "phone the doctors, then get out of here...go see a family member, I'll say you were with them"
"Okay, Tiffany" Lila replied before following Tiffany's demands. She phoned the emergency services and demanded for an ambulance, before grabbing her coat and rushing from the crime scene.
Cradling Charles in her arms, tears fell from her eyes as Tiffany who was now covered in blood pecked him on his forehead and promised him "you'll be okay, I'll be there for you. I will, every step of the way".
Chapter 19 finished
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