Chapter 2:
The glistening sun sat shining in the cloudless crystal blue sky, as flocks of birds carelessly flew over the magnificent mansions in Beverly Hills. Clans of cheerful children roamed the safe streets to play happily with there friends, as there wealthy parents paraded around their clean gardens, or relaxed beside their over-sized swimming pools. Young, pretty teenage girls, confidently strutted around the streets wearing small, revealing bikini's and clutching their small precious dogs. Teenage boys sat in their parents expensive cars, chatting about their beautiful girlfriends or sneaking sips out of a can of cold, refreshing beer. But suddenly, everyone stopped to admire the amazing car which slowly drove by. From bumper to bumper, the car was a beauty. Everyone was mesmerized by its stunning details as it slowly cruised passed them. "Who is it?" people wondered quietly as the cars headlights shined as bright as the blazing sun up above, which was beaming off the hood and into the supple, leather interior. Gangs of teenage boys gathered beside the car, then looking down, they noticed they could see their reflection in the shiny, metallic rims.
Suddenly the car stopped, it parked outside one of the mansions which were currently for sale. But the neighborhood was an exclusive one, it was filled with famous actors, wealthy aristocrats and seductive models. The clothing stores, posh restraunts and the other shops surrounding the neighborhood, were only for a particular type of person; a wealthy person. When the car swung open, everyone gasped with shock as they gawped at the good-looking, young man who climbed out the drivers seat. He was wearing a pair of dark-shaded sunglasses, but when he lifted them off his handsome face, they revealed a pair of piercing, forest-green eyes which looked as if they were twinkling. His skin had a healthy golden-brown tint, but his face was sprinkled with light brown freckles. He had neatly combed strawberry blonde hair, which had been slicked back of his face, and he had a trimmed bright ginger beard. He was smartly dressed in an all-black expensive Valentino suit, with matching black leather shoes. Around his neck hung a sparkling golden chain, and wrapped around his wrist was a diamond encrusted watch.
Slowly turning around, he rushed his fingers through his hair as he casually strolled around his car, then opened the passenger-side door. A gorgeous woman then awkwardly climbed out of the car. She had alluring, electric blue eyes which seemed to mesmerize everyone who was admiring her captivating beauty. She was wearing a sophisticated black dress, which carefully hid her growing bump. Nobody even realised that the beautiful, slim and slender woman was pregnant with her first child. The handsome man gently held his wifes hand as they kissed eachother passionately, before they turned and gazed at the mansion which was to become their new home.
"Oh Glen, it's beautiful" smiled Amber as she pecked her husband on the cheek
"I know" chuckled Glen as he stroked Amber's face, then wondered "I wonder what mum will think of it"
"Don't worry about Jennifer, I'm sure she'll love it" Amber reassured Glen, before she asked nervously "but...would she mind us, you know, living so close". Glen moaned with frustration, before he replied sternly "I don't want to think about what happened, Amber. That was four years ago now, who cares if we live close to my old home"
"Your mum might care. She doesn't want to be reminded of what happened, like you don't like to. Maybe it wasn't a good idea, getting a house in this area" snapped Amber
"I don't want to think about it, Amber, why be so morbid?" replied Glen, shaking his head in disbelief
"You brought it up, not me"
"When was the last time she visited?" asked Glen, "when was the last time we seen her, she doesn't even know you're pregnant...it's just everyone now and then a letter will arrive from her, 'just to let you know i'm fine" it'll usually begin and end"
"She been through a lot" sighed Amber
"I know, Amber, I know" Glen replied calmly, remembering how much his mother had actually been through, and what they had been through together. Since the day his soul was transferred into the body he now lived in, Glen had never forgot the events him and his mother lived through. He wished he could of began a new life, forgetting his former life, but he couldn't and he was forced to live remembering the past. When he closed his eyes he could see dismembered bodies, arms that had been chopped off and necks that had been sliced open. Sometimes he could hear his father speaking to him, he could never forget his fathers terrifying cackle and his evil grin.
Whenever he lovingly cuddled Amber, he was always desperate to blurt out and reveal the life he'd lived, but he thought she'd never believe him. He'd dated her since he was fourteen, she had lovingly supported both him and his mother when Glenda was arrested and on trial, even arranging Stanley's funeral to allow Jennifer to grieve properly. They had got married once they were at legal age, and were now both working in careers that they enjoyed, with Glen being a published author and Jennifer being a model. For two nineteen year olds, they were climbing up the ladder of success quickly and expecting a child of their own. For them, life was great.
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Her mugshot had been repeatedly shown on the news, printed on the front of newspapers and had become more infamous than that of British child-killer Myra Hindley's mugshot. It showed a fifteen year old Glenda Tilly, staring coldly at the camera, her bright ginger hair in a massive bouffant, unnaturally black eyebrows; a sinister grin and insolent eyes not deadened by what they had seen but full of a malevolent force, trying to dominate the viewer. Her eyes burn with the intensity of someone who has seen too much, done too much. Her face is suffused with secret knowledge, and brims with repressed anger. She was her fathers daughter, and she never denied it.
Lying in the center of her cell, Glenda stared at the ceiling above her, letting out a soft giggle as remembered the time she watched her mother viciously beat their nanny to death. "I called the cat...the c-word" she chuckled, before wondering how her father felt after her murdered someone. "Mom said, daddy liked to stab" she told herself, closing her eyes as if to force herself to try and remember her father, instead she only remember living a lie. Her mother was no actress, her mother was trailer trash from New Jersey. Her father, in her mind was a charming killer, who loved his family but was betrayed by the woman he loved, her mother. Leaping up onto her feet when she heard the rattle of keys, she chuckled with a sardonic grin as the cell door slid open, and a male police officer marched inside her cell. "Oh...is it that time of day again" she flirtacious laughed, before the straight-faced police officer smirked while slapping cuffs on the criminals wrists "I wouldn't be laughing where your going".
"Oh yeah, I'm being moved aren't I...hopefully, I'll be put in a prison with a nice view" sarcastically replied Glenda, before glancing at prison officer Patsy Wallace who had joined them in her cell and began caustiously checking the room. It was a routine search, but being in the presence of a murderer, made the hair on the back of Patsy's necks stand. "My daddy, he probably would of stabbed you to death" Patsy heard Glenda grunt from behind her, she ignored the killer and carried on searching the room. Glenda smirked when she realised how scared the prison guard was, "you must be new, haven't you ever been in the presence of a killer". Glenda shuffled over to Patsy as she crawled onto the floor and began feeling beneath it. Looking down at Patsy, she rubbed herself across her before moaning with pleasure, "being in here, makes anyone look attractive".
Patsy hurried out of the cell, after announcing that it was clear. Afterwards the male police officer, Richard Bullock, popped his head around the corner and warned Glenda "you better be nice, me and Patsy are taking you to San Quentin's Prison For Female Offenders".
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Jennifer sat on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand and a cigarette dangling from her mouth, she glared at the television. Taking a sip of her wine, she spat it at the television before she yelled with her words slurred and incoherent "you don't even know me...nobody really does". The news had revealed that a new movie was currently being created, it was based on the life and crimes of Chucky and Tiffany Lee Ray: 'The Killer Dolls'. Pulling herself of the couch, she placed her glass of wine on the table and crushed her cigarette in the ashtray, before she stumbled across the room to a pile of magazines. Glancing at them, a small smirk wiped across her face before she left the livingroom and entered another room. When she and her family lived in the home, they called this room 'Jen's Palace'. Inside the room there were posters of herself hanging from the walls, numerous dvds were scattered across the floor, each one was a different film which she had starred in. Stacked up in the corner, was a huge mountain of celebrity magazines. Grabbing one from the top, she flicked through the magazine, gazing at the pictures of herself. "I was a star" she screamed loudly, dropping the magazine, before grabbing an acting award she had won and tossing it at a huge picture that hung on the wall facing her.
"People think they know me, they have never knew me and never will...so-so playing Tiffany, so-so playing Chucky, they know nothing about us. They didn't live through what we went through" whimpered Jennifer, before stomping her foot angrily and yelling "but I'm not Tiffany, not anymore, I'm don't know that girl anymore. That tramp, that low-life. I am Jennifer Tilly, Hollywood beauty...but I even ruined that". Staggering out of the room, she stumbled onto the floor and began crawling helplessly back into the livingroom. Once Glenda was found guilty of the murder of Stanley, the first thing Jennifer done was move to Egypt, then Japan, Jamaica, China, England and Italy. She done her best to isolate herself from her family, even though she was lonely, but being with Glen reminded her of the sweet, innocent times they shared as a family with Glenda. The times she was thought of as an amazing actress and brilliant mother, before it all turned tragic. She could never forget her obsessive fans who cherished her, they all worshipped her and Jennifer loved to be worshipped. But slowly she had to push them all away, remembering was to hard for her, soon her fans, her son and her career all had to be pushed away.
Chapter 2 finished
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