Chapter 24:
Sara caustiously walked into the livingroom, as Ricky sat roaring and yelling at the football match he was watching on television. He didn't like to be interrupted, especially when he was watching one of his football games, she wondered if she would suffer any consequences. "Ri-Ricky" she stuttered with nervousness as she chewed her finger nails
"What" he replied, his gaze not leaving the television screen
"My sister, she's in town...and her boyfriend, they've got nowhere to stay" she explained, before she added "I was thinking, we've got a spare room. Tiffany might as well take it"
"What" he chuckled "you mean, Tiffany's back"
"Yeah" answered Sara
"Yeah, I'll let her stay" he smiled
"Thank you, Ricky" replied Sara with a delightful smile, before turning around and making her way towards the door
"Oh yeah" he called out, causing her to stop and turn around, "don't fucking think"
"I'm sorry" Sara said in a fearful whisper, before leaving the room and heading towards the front-door. She opened the door and informed Tiffany excitingly "Come in, you can stay. You've got your own room, 'cause we've got a spare"
"Thanks, Sara" sighed Tiffany with relief as she hugged her sister lovingly, before they stepped into the house with Charles and Ricky hurried out of the livingroom. He glanced at Charles quickly, before looking at Tiffany and scanning her curvacious body. "You look good" he complimented Tiffany after licking his lips, then he glared at Sara and demanded "go, get their room ready". Ricky guided Tiffany and Charles into the livingroom, when they sat down Charles introduced himself "I'm Charles Lee Ray" he proudly said before shaking Ricky's hand "thanks for letting us stay"
"My pleasure, I'm Ricky" smiled Ricky before he continued "you're from around here, aren't you, 'cause I've heard your name before"
"Well, I've got quite a reputation" smirked Charles as Tiffany sat with a grin beside him
"Small world, isn't it" laughed Ricky
"It sure is" replied Charles
"Ricky, where's the fresh bedding" Sara asking shouting from upstairs
"Fucking hell, in our room" yelled Ricky, before turning to Charles and laughing "fucking women, hey, can't do nothing"
"Actually, my girl Tiffany, she's quite capable of doing anything" answered Charles as he turned and pecked Tiffany on the cheek.
...One Month Later...
Cheerfully skipping through the eerily quiet park, George wasn't worried as everyday he strolled through the park to get home, it was a short-cut, quick and easy. Holding his school bag, he carelessly swung it as he whistled the theme song of his favorite tv show. He was only ten-years old, but he felt safe in the neighborhood he had grew up in, he'd also visited the park many times in his lifetime with his family and friends. Glancing at the red plastic watch on his wrist, he noticed the time and that he was going to be late for tea. His mother didn't worry about him as George was a sociable boy, if he was ever late she'd guess that he was playing with his friends. That day he was wearing what nearly every other child that day was wearing, his school clothes, this consisted of a white t-shirt with a dark grey tie, dark grey pants, black shoes and a dark grey blazer.
Tossing his bag around, it accidently slipped from his grip and was lashed into a rose bush. Hurrying towards a gathering of rose bushes, he reached in, being extremely careful to not slip and hurt himself on any thorns. As he grabbed it, he heard someone yelp in pain, snatching it from the bushes, his eyes darted around the park. He noticed a man on crutches, he was leaning against a park bench and looked as if he was in pain. Naturally friendly and caring, George rushed across the park towards the injured man who had now collapsed onto the grass. The man was lying across the grass, his crutches had droppped beside him, he was wearing several bandages around his head and a few on his arms and legs.
"Sir, are you okay" he asked politely
"My ankle, I've broken it" complained the man
"What should I do" questioned George who was panicking and worried
"Come here, I need you to hold it" explained the man
"Okay, sir" smiled George, before hurrying to the mans side and holding his ankle
"Thanks. What's you name, kid" asked the man
"George, sir" answered George
"Well, kid, I'm Eddie" replied Eddie as he flashed a friendly smile
"You've got a lot of bandages" acknowledged George
"Well, kid, I've just come out of hospital"
"Why"
"I was in a car crash" explained Eddie, before asking "you got many friends mate"
"I think so"
"Don't trust them" advised Eddie, before explaining "I staggered from that hospital after being released, all by myself. Trust me, am still in a state of shock, my friends, they've just abandoned me. Couldn't even visit me, the bastards". Eddie's swearing caused George to giggle slightly, but his laughter was cut short when Eddie leaped to his feet, "your ankle, isn't it broken" mumbled George. Eddie bent down and picked up his crutches, "kid, it was just a sprain" he chuckled before swinging one of his crutches towards George. The ten year old boy let out a worrying whimper, before WHACK, he took a blow to the head. Pain exploded against the side of his head and he flew to the floor, seeing stars and blinking blood out of his eyes. Eddie cackled chaotically, before howling wildly like a wolf. WHACK, BANG, SLAP each time the crutch connected with the boy he let out a cry of pain, Eddie was growing excited and was delighted when the boy turned over onto his stomach and blood poured from his mouth. "Now, kid" began Eddie between chuckles, "didn't your parents, ever tell you, don't talk to strangers. Cause now, you're gonna' die".
It took eleven times for Eddie to swing his crutches and beat George, before he finally died in a pool of his own blood. His once pure white t-shirt was soaked in blood and his hair was drenched in it. As Eddie gazed at the body, he his mouth formed a cruel smirk, before he hobbled away from the body and out of the park. "They couldn't even visit me, while I was in hospital" he mumbled angrily to himself, wondering where they went and where he could find them. He swore revenge, but he couldn't help but think about Tiffany, his former girlfriend, and the day she revealed to him her past. The shocking abuse, she'd told him about, anyone would be startled if someone told them about them allegations. He'd left her in a state of shock, only to be nabbed by the police because of his drug dealing, "if i stayed, would she still be my girl" he asked himself.
Chapter 24 finished
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