Chapter 31:
Pouring herself another glass of wine, Tiffany mumbled "am turning into my mother". Tiffany had found the good side of alcohol, not only was it quite tasty, but it dulled the pain. His name was Sam, she couldn't remember his second name, but he wasn't a teenager and he was awfully trusting and naive. Eddie had told her, he'd found him, wandering the streets cluelessly, "he shouldn't of been out so late" Eddie had laughed. Tiffany couldn't believe what she had done, she'd befriended him, the only reason she earned that boys trust, was so that he wouldn't run to the police. For a few brief moments, she wondered if Eddie even allowed the boy to survive, but she soon shook her head to forget and glugged down another glass.
Glancing over her shoulder, Charles strolled into the livingroom and threw himself onto the sofa. He was stuffed after the beautiful meal, Tiffany had prepared an hour earlier. Grabbing a magazine, he began to flick through it and chuckled "Tiff, that was fucking amazing. I might just explode". Tiffany let out a slurred giggle and a hiccup, before she fell silent when Charles asked "what's up with you"
"Nothing" murmered Tiffany as tears gathered in her eyes, and she tried her best not to let them free
"Well, if you don't want to talk about it, don't" shrugged Charles, before adding as he nodded towards the kitchen "you cleaned the dishes, yet"
"Seriously" snapped Tiffany, before angrily explaining "I've been slaving away, over a hot stove all day. Least you could do, is the fucking dishes"
"Fuck off" yelled Charles
"That's what my mother, always said an-"
"Yeah, well she isn't the best role model" grunted Charles
"Fuck you, arsewipe" shouted Tiffany before throwing her glass at Charles, who quickly dodged it. Standing up, Tiffany grabbed another bottle of wine which was hidden beside the couch, before drunkingly staggering out of the room, babbling "you evil piece of shit, bringing up that whore. My mother, she wasn't even a mother"
"You know, I might as well go to work, cause it's more work putting up with you" roared Charles, before grabbing a ciggarette from his pocket and placing it between his lips. "I guess, am gonna have to say, sorry" he mumbled to himself, before standing up and walking to the bedroom, where he guessed Tiffany was.
"What d'ya want" slurred Tiffany
"Tiff, what do you want me to say. I'm sorry, I love you" Charles said with a charming smile
"You know, when I used to complain about life at the trailer...mom, she always used to say lo-"
"Love will set you free" interruped Charles
"Yeah" whimpered Tiffany, before explaining "I'll never be free, I'll never be free from my mom, the trailer...or the men who raped me" she then turned to Charles and grabbed his collar, before stating "not unless, they're dead"
"Don't worry, Tiff" calmly spoke Charles, as Tiffany rested her head on his shoulder, before he promised "I'll kill 'em, one day"
"I love you" Tiffany said in a whisper
"I know, I love you to" replied Charles, before smiling "come on, get in a good mood. We've got Sara's party in a couple of days. You'll see Sara, Caroline and Eddie. It'll be great fun".
...A Day Later...
Sara's heart spiraled into a deep abyss, shattering the warmth and confidence from within. Quickly, the last bit of security she felt with Eddie deminished, then shame and confusion filled its absence. Her body shaked uncontrollably as tears formed in her eyes, then rolled down her cheeks onto her chin then fell into her hands. Her sight became blurred, her breathing was heavy as she clutched the tissue she held tightly. Tiffany sat beside her, caringly reassuring her "everything is okay" as Sara sobbed and wailed. Police Office Ian McDermott sat facing Sara, she listened carefully to Sara's whimpers, concentrating on making words out of the girls cries and weeps. When he arrived at Sara's house, he was not sure how she'd react when he told her, that her beloved boyfriend had been arrested. He was arrested on suspicion of murder, they claimed he may have murdered Sam Gates, the boy who'd Tiffany had befriended and he had raped. Tiffany was also shocked, but she couldn't show it.
With his unsmiling and somber face, Ian stared at Sara determined to watch her body language and facial expressions. "This girl, isn't telling no lies" he scribbled down on a piece of paper, as he listened to Sara babble on about how great Eddie was and their relationship. Tiffany's eyes filled with tears as she heard Ian inform Sara about how Sam had died, he'd been whacked several times in the head with a blunt object.
"Office" interrupted Tiffany, before asking "how'd you link Eddie, to such a terrible murder"
"Sam's body was found last week, eyewitness accounts claim that they seen Mr Eddie Caputo burying a large object in the woods. Also, a finger print found on a piece of Sam's clothing, matched Eddie's"
"Is that hard evidence"
"We believe so, he's got no alibi for where he was" answered Ian
"Ca-Cau-Cause, he was with me" suddenly stammered Sara, before lying "he was with me that night. I remember now, cause Eddie, he'd never hurt a fly. We stayed in and watched a horror film"
"Are you sure?" asked Ian
"Yes" spat Sara as she wiped away tears, before demanding "take me down the station, I'll tell you everything. What we did, what we watched...everything". Tiffany then stood motionless, silently watched Ian guide her sister to the police car outside. Once they drove away, Tiffany let out a startling scream, she knew her sister was lying, but she knew how much Sara loved Eddie. "Why" she tearfully wondered, about Sam being murdered, and Sara giving alibi's.
Chapter 31 finished
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