Authors note: Hope you enjoy this chapter, throughout this story you will explore Tiffany's dark past and relationship with Chucky.
Chapter 1:
Hackensack, New Jersey 1985
The trailer was small and beyond repair, the walls were tattered and decaying with the wind howling through the cracks, which the creepy spiders occupied. Leading up to the rotten wooden front-door, was a dirt path which had been scraped into the soil, surrounding the trailer were shrubs, overgrown and sagging to the ground. The stench that lingered around the eerie trailer was unbearable, the horrid smell was that of rotting food and vomit. Clutching her shopping bags, Tiffany stood motionless, gawping at the vile place she called her home. She felt her heart spiral into a deep abyss and tears gather in her eyes, everytime she looked upon the trailer. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she strolled towards the front door, ignoring the filthy rats that scuttled past her feet and the perverted men that gazed at her from their trailer windows. With a firm push, the old front-door swung open and she entered her home, were she was greeted by her mother Marilyn.
Marilyn stood glaring at Tiffany with her hands placed firmly on her hips, she was wearing the dressing gown she usually wore throughout the day. The dressing gown was disgusting, it was at first pink and fluffy, but because Marilyn wore it day and night, it had become dirty and soiled. The fluff would fall off from the softest touch, the sleeves were wripped and torn, droplets of whiskey and gin stained it and it stunk of ciggarettes. Marilyn began staggering towards Tiffany, her hands reaching for the bags her daughter held, "what's wrong, mom" asked Tiffany as she stepped into the kitchen. Marilyn didn't answer as Tiffany began emptying the bags, placing its contents onto the kitchen counter which also occupied unwashed glasses and plates, food which had been laying there for days and empty bottles of alcohol. "Didn't you get it" angrily yelled Marilyn, her voice slurred and the smell of ale resting on her breath. Tiffany glanced at her mother, her eyebrows raised with confusement and her eyes darting around the room, as if searching for a place to hide. "I asked you, to get me, another couple'a bottles" wailed Marilyn as she slammed her hands against the walls
"Mom, I'm sorry" apologized Tiffany, before she nervously stammered " but, haven't you, had enough...maybe". Marilyn's teeth clenched together and her hands curled into fists, as she stepped towards her daughter. Her eyebrows furrowed, she stared at Tiffany, forming an intense gaze before she warned "don't tell me, when I've had enough". Tiffany stumbled backwards, her eyes glittering from the tears she had shed earlier "I'll go...go and get, some bottles" nervously suggested Tiffany. When Marilyn raised her hand, Tiffany closed her eyes and flinched, until she felt Marilyn's hand softly caressing her face. She opened her eyes to see her mother with a glistening smile on her face, before she slurred "thank you, baby...that's all I ask. You see, you're a good girl"
"Okay, mom" whimpered Tiffany, before Marilyn rushed her fingers through Tiffany's glistening blonde hair. As Tiffany walked towards the door, Marilyn sniggered to herself before turning around and stumbling into the livingroom, then throwing herself onto the battered insect-infested couch. Scratching her greasy unkept hair, she reached into the pocket of her dressing gown and pulled out a ciggarette, placing it between her lips, she then reached for the lighter. Lighting the ciggarette, she stretched across the couch and gazed at the picture of her deceased husband Bob which hung on the wall. Marilyn was once a stunning beauty, with curly hair, ivory white skin and a sexy curvacious body. Now her beauty had been marred by obsessive drinking, her hair was a mousy brown and cropped into a crude bob, her skin color was a sickly yellow and her once white teeth were rotten and brown. She had a gaunt and skull-like face, thin lips and a long pointed nose. Her heavy-lidded eyes, which were surrounded by long lashes, were a cognac brown.
Tiffany hated the trailer park were her family resided, it was filled with tough bikers who weren't shy about wolf whistling when a young girl strolls past, alcoholics like her mother who scowered the park, scrounging for money so they can buy a bottle or two, prostitutes who slept with men for money as there children sit starving at home. Tiffany was petrified as well as disgusted, everyone in the area was rough, they all carried knives some even guns. It wasn't unusual that someone was murdered, especially in that side of New Jersey, were people looked for protection from the criminals because things had become so bad. Tiffany swore to herself that she'd never end up like Marilyn, she promised herself that she'd leave New Jersey for good, every night she dreamed about moving somewhere else. Some nights she was a famous actress in Hollywood, others she was a loving housewife or a gangsters moll.
Walking into the local shop, Tiffany smiled when the shops friendly indian owner, Abhay, greeted her with a cheerful "Marilyn's daughter, how are you?". Hurrying to the desk which he sat behind, she answered sadly "mom, she wants her drinks"
"That mother of yours, she likes her drinks" chuckled Abhay
"I just, wish she'd stop" sincerely said Tiffany
"I know, woman needs to know, drink is bad" explained Abhay with his usual friendly smile
"Mom, she's just sad...I think, that's why she does it" Tiffany replied, before she panicked "Abhay, I'm sorry...I have no money, but mom, she'll be mean if I don't bring it back. Could you, please, do me a favour"
"Don't worry" laughed Abhay as he turned around and grabbed several bottles of whiskey, before placing them into a bag. Handing the bag carefully to Tiffany, he explained "me and your mom, we've got an arrangement". Tiffany smiled awkwardly, before spinning around and scurrying towards the door, before she left, Abhay yelled happily "tell your mom, I'll be round sometime for my payment". Tiffany's face turned beet root with shame as she scurried back to the trailer, even though she was pleased she had the alcohol which would hopefully keep her mother happy for the night.
Entering the trailer, she strolled towards the livingroom, ready to present her mother with her whiskey. When she walked into the room, she sighed with frustration when she found her mother stretched across the couch, a lit ciggarette handing loosely from her mouth, she was passed out. Rocking her mother gently to wake her up, when Marilyn opened her eyes, Tiffany snatched the ciggarette from her mouth and warned her "this could, cause an accident mom...there could've been a fire". Marilyn sat up and looked at her daughter before mumbling "did you, get my drinks"
"Yes, mom" Tiffany answered as she handed Marilyn the bag
"Oh, the indian, he does me proud" giggled Marilyn as she grabbed a bottle and pulled it out, before ordering "go, get me my bottle opener"
"He said, he'll be round for his payment sometime this week" Tiffany informed Marilyn as she grabbed the opener from the kitchen then returned to the livingroom. Marilyn looked at her daughter then announced proudly "good, better then paying...especially when you spend the money on food. Anyway, that boy, he's got a huge..."
"Oh my god, mom" interrupted Tiffany with shock, before she continued "I spend the money on food, 'cause if I didn't I would starve, you would starve and so would Sara"
"Sara...were is that sister, the little cow" complained Marilyn after a refreshing swig of whiskey
"I don't know, she's out I think, with her boyfriend" answered Tiffany almost enviously
"She's such a little brat, always out never helping her mother...but you do" said Marilyn, before explaining "you see, once is a blessing, twice is a curse"...
Chapter 1 finished
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