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Post by tiff on Aug 16, 2010 21:57:35 GMT -5
theres a crack in my memoryWHERE A FUNERAL PARADErolls through the doorway that my memory made at this point in her life, tiffany had expected to be laughing somewhere at some bar with abigail, siena, jack, damien, and a bunch of other random friends, drinking and having a good time. she expected to have to be home to help her mom out with her sister the next day, she expected to watch movies all night with her mom until father got home to make the woman smile.
and the funeral marches, to its funeral sound
she did not expect to be burying her today. tiffany had taken care of the funeral arrangements. and her father? she wasn't even sure if he'd gotten her fucking message, the frantic one she'd left after realizing her mother had just taken the rest of their sleeping pills and wasn't waken up. or what about the other message, the one she'd left in the emergency room, telling him where they were.
i take a deep breath, looking for peace and quiet
or the one she'd left after she was told it was too late. don't forget the one this morning, after she got to the church, where there was only a small ceremony of six. tiffany, her sister, her grandparets, her mom's sister, and the nurse that helped out sometimes. it was the saddest thing you could've seen. even with the obbituary in the paper, no one had showed. they didn't even know who had died, worthington? the best friend of the girl who's missing worthington? no, can't be.
when the tiny glass houses started tumbling down
and now, standing in front of her mothers grave, dirt fresh and turned on top--at least until they got the rest of the finishings in order, tiffany started to cry. she hadn't cried yet, not all day or the days before. no, now. after everything had really fallen apart and she was finally alone, tiffany started to cry.
the tiny glass houses are all tumbling down
her mother was dead, her sister was hardly there herself, her best friend was dead and she had fucking seen it, she was getting messages harassing her, she had no one considering she'd lost siena over jack, and she couldn't even face jack! and she'd lost addy to kendall, which was fine so long as addy was happy. tiffany's picture perfect world was crumbling down. a million tiny pieces. broken beyond repair.
the tiny glass houses are all tumbling down
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Post by det. chase richard jackson on Aug 16, 2010 23:28:37 GMT -5
Funerals were something Chase Jackson did not like one little bit. His head was light and his mind was fogged. It had been one day sense the news of his father killing his mother broke. Chase was new, Chase was more persistent.
Worthington was a name he knew, he knew of the Worthington's at least. Tiffany was one of the names Siena Montgomery had given him. He knew this was not the right time, but when people grieve they talk.
He pulled his blazer around his chest tight as the cool breeze washed over him. He looked at the poor young woman and he walked to her. Pulling his badge out he smiled at her and he nodded. "Chase Jackson, Richmond police. I'm sorry about your mother Miss Worthington."
He gently placed his hand on the girls shoulder as he smiled, removing his hand he pulled out his notepad and he sighed. "I know this is not the place to do this, but I have been trying to get a hold of you for a while, Where were you when Abigail Hallows disappeared?" Chase knew this was not the place, but maybe, just maybe she would know something.
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Post by tiff on Aug 17, 2010 6:42:08 GMT -5
tiffany was shocked at the sudden rush of laughter she felt all of a sudden compelled to give. naturally, she'd be the one to get questioned at her mother funeral, naturally. and with just her luck she would be so lost in grief she would screw up the story she'd been preparing for weeks--
because in reality, tiffany had seen abigail get murdered. but by the time she'd realized what was happening she'd been too afraid to do anything, so paralyzed by her fear that it had gotten too late too soon. tiffany nodded at his apology. i'm sorry was such a stupid phrase, not just in the context he was using it in, but in every sense of the words. i'm sorry? no, why don't you make it up to me instead.
"i was at home taking care of my mother and sister, mimi. i had to, my mom was having a bad bout of depression and my sister, well you saw her. the nurse couldn't stay that night." tiffany told him, lying as swiftly and as surely as if it were the truth. tiffany had been telling herself this for so long it was completely natural. the nurse hadn't been able to stay, and she was supposed to be home with her mom and sister, but she'd ditched them with her father--whom she knew would cover for her anyways.
"have you figured anything out?" tiffany asked curiously, her hands holding each other in front of her.
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Post by det. chase richard jackson on Aug 18, 2010 22:14:19 GMT -5
Eying the young woman, he nodded, he knew that there was something that she wasn't telling him. Perhaps it was because she paused slightly before she spoke, or for the fact he had never seen her mother and sister before.
"Miss Worthington, please, I need you to tell me absolutely everything you know, where you saw her last, what you were doing, was she with anyone else?" He looked at her and he shook his head, he walked over to the tombstone and he patted it gently as he said "No, I know nothing, all I know is that you, Abigail, and Siena were having lunch before she disappeared."
'Everyone else is too afraid of some psychopathic freak running around killing innocent people, when in reality, I can catch him if people would just cooperate." Chase's face was beginning to turn red and his fists were balled, he calmed down and he added, "Which is why I need you to absolutely tell me everything, no matter what."
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Post by tiff on Aug 19, 2010 9:36:11 GMT -5
tiffany shrugged and shook her head. "i really don't know much else detective. we were having lunch and abigail was upset because her and her boyfriend had just broken up." she told him, her hands clenched tightly in front of her. abigail had left, but for other reasons entirely, tiffany suspected she was meeting the teacher she was having an affair with.
tiffany was sure he didn't kill her, the person had been way too small. "i spoke to her on the phone shortly that night, she wanted me too meet her down the block from her house, but i couldn't--i couldn't leave my mother home alone, nor my sister." she said again, her story was solid. she wasn't giving him anything else. she was afraid of what she knew.
"i'm sorry, i wish i could help. abigail was my best friend." tiffany said honestly. abigail had been, and tiffany had long since accepted the fact that she was gone forever.
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