*This chapter is just another short one-shot I had for this story. It is not actually Chapter 2...it's more like the middle of the story. In this chapter, Chucky and Tiffany are now 16 years old and are boyfriend and girlfriend. They just got back from another night out together, so let's see what happens . . .

Chapter 2:

It was late at night when Chucky and Tiffany finally made it back to Tiffany's house. The two teenagers laughed in amusement as they walked up the steps to the old trailer home; still lost in their love-sick daze. They had been inseparable ever since they first met. But now, instead of just being good friends, their relationship had been growing over the past few years. Their love for each other was like their own personal drug; a way to escape the harsh realities of their home lives. But of course, that escape never seemed to last long enough . . .

Tiffany smiled up at Chucky as they reached the front door of her house. His blue eyes locked intensely into hers as he gently moved a strand of her bleach-blonde hair out of her face. Tiffany could almost feel her heart beat out of her chest as Chucky lightly stroked her cheek. She loved it when he touched her like that; so gentle and caring, unlike the way her father liked to touch her. The sick bastard.
Chucky always seemed to know what to say on those long, horrifying nights when Tiffany would sneak into his house after another incident with her father. He knew what Tiffany went through on a day to day bases, after all, his life was just as bad; an abusive dad and a mother who tried hard to make Chucky's life better, but in the end, his mother would just sit back with tears in her eyes as her alcoholic husband beat her only child, over and over again. But as the young couple continued to gaze in each other's eyes, all those horrible memories just seemed to disappear.

"Goodnight, Tiff," Chucky whispered as he leaned into Tiffany, kissing her lips gently. Tiffany kissed him back, enjoying the feeling of his lips against hers.

She smiled, "Goodnight, Chucky."

Chucky flashed a smile back as he slowly turned away to leave. Tiffany sighed lovingly as she opened the front door. She didn't even make it two steps inside the house before she heard the loud sound of glass breaking, followed by an excruciating pain in her head as she collapsed on the ground.

"Where the fuck have you been?"

Tiffany looked up to see her mother towering over her with a broken bottle vodka in her hand.

"You were with that boy again, weren't you? Huh? Weren't you? You little slut! It's like I always say; you can always smell it on girls who sell it!"

Tiffany didn't even attempt to stand up as tears filled her eyes. She just laid there, crumbled up in a ball. Blood trickled down her face as her mother continued to scream at her. Tiffany closed her eyes and her body tensed as her mother raised the broken bottle high above her head. Tiffany heard the glass shatter but felt no pain. Nothing happened. Slowly, she opened her eyes, unprepared for what she saw next.

Chucky was standing in front of her, holding her mother by her throat. The older woman tried desperately to escape from his grasp; she tried to kick and claw at her attacker, but to no avail. Chucky's hands gripped tightly around the woman's thin neck, strangling the life out of her. He watched in satisfaction as her face began to turn blue and then gray, until finally she went completely limp in his hand. Chucky continued to keep a tight hold on the woman, making sure she was truly dead before he finally let her body collapse on the floor.

Tiffany stared up at Chucky in amazement. She wasn't sure what to say. She didn't know if she should be scared or not. Was this the first time Chucky killed someone? She didn't know. But right now, that didn't matter. He had just saved her life from her cruel, viscous mother. After a long moment of eerie silence, she finally opened her mouth and spoke ever so softly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Chucky slowly turned his head towards her, eyeing the blood on her face for the first time. "Are you okay?"

Tiffany nodded, "Y-yeah, I'm fine."

Chucky shook his head, "Tiff, that cut's pretty deep. You need stitches."

"And what do you expect me to do? Just walk into the hospital and tell them my drunken mother threw her bottle of vodka at me and then my boyfriend killed her? Oh yeah, I can just see how nicely that'll turn out," Tiffany said sarcastically.

Chucky just rolled his eyes, "I'll do it. Do you have a needle and thread?"

"Ummm, in the kitchen, I think."

Tiffany watched as Chucky walked into the kitchen. A few minutes later he returned with a clean towel and a sterilized needle and thread.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, "Have you done this before?"

"When you live with an asshole for a dad that does nothing but beat you every day and get into fights at school like I do, you gotta learn to take care of yourself. And that includes closing up wounds," Chucky spoke as he gently wiped away the blood on Tiffany's face with the towel.

"Now stay still," Chucky warned, "This might hurt a bit."

Tiffany winced slightly as the needle went through her skin.

"Thanks, again," Tiffany smiled up at Chucky as he continued to sew up the wound. "You know, you didn't really have to do this for me."

"Hey, don't mention it. Next time I get sliced up you can stitch up my face and we'll call it even."

They both shared a small laugh.

After a few moments, Chucky finally finished closing up the wound. They stared at each other for a long while, neither of them saying a word. Tiffany was about to ask Chucky about the killing incident, but stopped. So what if her boyfriend is a secret murderer? He saved her from her mother. The bitch deserved to die. Without Chucky, Tiffany would probably be dead herself right now. And as Chucky leaned down to kiss her, Tiffany realized her mother was right about one thing: love would set her free . . .