Sorry about the super long overdue update. It's been a hectic month. Just one more week till I become an Auntie and my niece Nilsse will be born. If you want to know what was going through my head as I wrote this, listen to the song My Little Box by Gabriel Mann. It was very inspiring.

Chapter Seven

The next few weeks were hell for Tiffany. Her parents had had every cop on the force to try and find her sister. There were signs and a reward posted, people kept telling her how sorry they were for her disappearance. She sure as hell wasn't but, she acted the part of concerned sister so she could avoid suspicion. She was just coming to terms with the fact that she had killed Jessica and loved it. She loved the adrenaline, and the arousal.

Chucky made love to her like never before and she was hoping he would do it again soon. "You know Tiffany, I know we've never seen eye to eye but, I do love you," Mrs. Valentine said, in a rare moment of motherly affection. Tiffany guessed that her mother missed Jessica and didn't want to lose her first born as well.

"I love you too mom. But, you know I love Chucky. I'll never leave him," Tiffany said, making her mother gulp down her martini.

"Tiffany, love will set you free. But, that young man will just imprison you in a miserable life," Mrs. Valentine warned her, before mixing herself another drink. Tiffany shook her head and went back upstairs to get ready. Tonight was the night she would really make Quentin Boyd pay for what he did the night she met Chucky months ago.

Chucky was going to be at the diner with Eddie until she showed up so they could take care of Quentin when she was through with him. Ever since school let out, he was seen all around town except when she'd look at him on the street, he would turn away, shamefaced. She left the house wearing the tight purple tank top and black lace up pants she had worn the night she'd had her hair dyed and cut. She wore dark pink lipstick and her eyes were outlined in black.

She grabbed her favorite vinyl black purse which already carried the one thing she needed and then left without saying goodbye to her mother. Not like the already drunk bitch would notice. Her dad was probably working late to avoid coming home. He'd been working late a lot since Jessica's disappearance. She half walked-half jogged down the skeevy street, she knew he hung around, trying to score pot.

She was lucky, Quentin was there, alone. "Hey there big boy," she purred, seductively.

Quentin looked at her and grew flustered immediately. Tiffany…it was well known that Tiffany hung out with those two shithead freaks Charles Lee Ray and Eddie Caputo. He didn't want to get into some shit by being seen with Tiffany. No matter how much hotter she looked. The blonde thing seriously worked for her and the clothes..holy shit.

"Uh..hey," he said, uncertainly. Why was he getting all tongue tied for anyway? She was just a chick. A seriously hot chick though. She walked up to him and cornered him. Her perfume was sweet and spicy, dark and lusty, a perfect summation of the hot babe in front of him. She was…dangerous. His dick hardened, just thinking about what he could do to her.

"Why are you all alone tonight?" she asked, in that sweet, soft voice of hers. Her dark eyes held a lust so strong, his body reacted instantly. Here was his chance. He would have her tonight, and that would be the perfect revenge against that asshole Charles Lee Ray.

"No one special to hang with, until now," he said, making her roll her eyes inwardly. Talk about cheesy one liners. At least Chucky knew what to say to a girl.

Tiffany smiled a secret smile and then looked up. She ran her black nails down his chest and to his bulging jeans. He moaned softly as she pressed herself against him. She felt so wrong but, it would all be worth it soon. For Chucky and for her. "I'm going to take good care of you tonight," Tiffany crooned, pouting with her lush, painted lips.

"Oh fuck yes," he said, in a breathy voice.

He closed his eyes as she lowered her self, unzipping his pants, and then came the pain. The pain in his groin was excruciating, he cried out in shock. He looked down and she had a rather big knife in her hand. Blood gushed from the open wound and he began to cry out in agony.

He started to feel dizzy, he could barely keep standing, and then more pain, this time in his stomach, and then his chest. "W-why?" he moaned. He was on the dirty ground, his hands leaving bloody prints and smudges on the side of the brick building.

"Because I couldn't forgive myself if you raped anyone else, like you tried to rape me," Tiffany replied, as his life began to fade, and he lost consciousness.

"Hiya Tiff," Chucky said, walking up to the bloody scene. He was wearing his dark grey shirt and even darker grey-black pants. His hair brushed his shoulders as he got closer to her.

"You're just in time," Tiffany said, smiling up at him adoringly.

Chucky grabbed and held her as they both gazed into the eyes of one another and shared a laugh, and then he kissed her. The kiss was hungry, and desperate. Full of passion and a raw lust. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His erection strained against his jeans, and she could feel it. She wanted it, she wanted him.

There in the alley, Chucky showed her just how much he needed her, over and over. Tiffany knew that this was what she wanted, always. To right their wrongs, and to be together and in love. Chucky was like a feral animal, he pumped so hard into her as she dug her sharp nails into his back, making him bleed.

His pants were around his ankles and hers on the floor with her panties. She moaned loudly as he continued to pump into her, the wetness rushed through her onto him and he loved every moment of it. She was so tight, so wet. His breathing was rough and his moans were loud as she ran her fingers through his hair. She kissed Chucky again as he finished inside of her, and screamed his name.

They got their clothes back on before making sure not to leave anything that could link them to the murder before they ran to Eddie's waiting van. He was smoking again and looked bored. "What took so long? Did you stop to fuck?" Eddie complained as Tiffany took one of his cigarettes.

"Actually yeah. Not that it's any of your fuckin' business man," Chucky replied, as Eddie started the van.

"Whatever dude. Fuck on your own time, not when there's a body cooling off in an alley," Eddie muttered.

"You're just jealous," Tiffany teased, as they drove her back to her house.

"Of what?" he asked, looking at Chucky. Chucky smirked and looked back at his Murderous girlfriend. He was so happy, shocked really to have found the perfect match for himself.

"Me, and that you don't have a girl," Tiffany said, blowing a kiss to Chucky.

"Yeah whatever," he replied, as Chucky winked at her.

Chucky kissed Tiffany goodnight before he and Eddie drove off. She walked into the house and frowned. Her mother was passed out on the white couch in the living room. Empty martini glasses sat in a row on the expensive polished oak coffee table. Tiffany's father was once again, working late. Her mother may have been fooled but, Tiffany was starting to think that daddy dearest was maybe fucking his pretty new secretary.

What a fucking traitor. Tiffany just didn't understand how you could marry someone and promise your love to them for all your life only to go back on those sacred vows. It was infuriating. How could he go back on those vows? Sure, her mother was a drunk, and a snob but, so was he. And they both made those vows. Apparently Bradley and Elaine Valentine did not take their vows seriously.

Tiffany had just gotten her mother into bed when she heard the two car garage door opening. She walked out into the foyer and frowned. Her father was walking in, collar and hair mussed. Oh how very cliché. He smelled of flowery perfume, and there was a bright red lipstick mark on the collar of his button up shirt. The collar did not hide the hickey on his neck.

Though, it wasn't as if her parents even have sex anymore. Her mother would either not notice or pretend not to. Without her father Tiffany and her mother would be out on the streets and her mother's precious reputation would be in shreds. "And just where have you been, Daddy?" Tiffany asked, making him start.

"Isn't it a little too late for you to still be up, darling?" he asked, ignoring her question.

"I had to put Mother to bed, she was passed out when I found her. Why are you coming home so late Daddy?" she repeated, after answering him.

"I was working late," he said, putting his expensive Armani coat on the coat hanger.

"Don't you mean you were fucking Kelly the secretary?" Tiffany replied, making him stop dead in his tracks. "I know about that Daddy. You never used to work late. You smell like cheap perfume that mother wouldn't be caught wearing. There is a lipstick mark on the collar of your shirt and I can see the hickey on your neck. If mother knows, she's obviously ignoring it. I'm not going to. You're disgusting, and I've lost any respect I had for you," Tiffany said, in a dangerous tone.

It was one that Bradley had never heard her use, and it chilled him to the bone. He watched her go upstairs, not saying another word. For the first time in his life, Bradley was afraid of a woman, and not just any woman, he was afraid of his little girl, his little doll, Tiffany.

Hopefully this chapter was not a huge disappointment for anyone who was waiting for it. Also, on a side note: The movie Pacific Rim was pretty freaking awesome.