Finally, a new chapter. Sorry I took so long. Thank you again to reviewers "Chucky Ray" and "Cookie" for making my day with your comments. Sorry to keep you guys waiting.
School had been terrible. Awful even. The teacher had made Lizzie keep Chucky in the coat closet, saying that his appearance was frightening the other children. Tom, the boy who sat behind her, had pulled her hair until she cried. The teacher had told her to be quiet. The teacher didn't much like Lizzie.
Lizzie walked home with Chucky resting on her hip, and she whined about her day. Chucky listened without speaking. That little fucker Tom was already resting peacefully under the grass of the baseball pitch. He'd done it when Tom had left class to go to the bathroom. As for the teacher, well. He'd get around to it. And it would be a good one too. But Lizzie didn't need to know that.
"I hate school." She said, "I wish I was a doll, like you."
"Trust me kid. Being a doll ain't so great."
"At least you don't have to go to school." She huffed.
A car slowed, pulling up a long side Lizzie.
"Keep walking, kid." Chucky said quietly.
"Little girl, would you like a ride home?" The driver questioned.
"Don't answer." Chucky muttered.
"No thank you." Lizzie said, "I'm almost home."
"A young girl like you shouldn't have to walk home at all. Come on. Let me give you a ride. Put my mind at ease." She looked at him. He was middle-aged, and he certainly looked nice enough. But she wasn't stupid.
Lizzie's heart rose to her throat. She clutched Chucky tighter to her chest and kept walking. The car continued to drive alongside her.
She could see her street. She could run for it. But before the thought truly formed in Lizzie's mind, a second man leapt out of the back of the car and grabbed her. She screamed as the car door slammed behind her. She let go of Chucky, who fell under the seat.
"Floor it." The second man said tonelessly. Lizzie screamed and scratched at his face. He grabbed her by the wrists and sat her firmly between his legs.
Chucky lay motionlessly on the floor of the car.
'You fuckers.' He thought.
He looked around. There was a smashed beer bottle on the floor. It was as good a weapon as any. He clutched the neck of it firmly.
"Hi, I'm Chucky. And I'm your friend till the end. Hidy-ho. Ha ha ha."
"What the fuck is that?" The driver questioned. The second man let go of Lizzie's wrist, reached under the seat, and examined Chucky.
"Some kind of doll I guess. Must be the kid's. Ugly little son of a bitch though." Chucky grinned.
"Hey asshole, looked in the mirror lately? You ain't no prize pig either." Chucky drove the bottle into the man's wrist. The man screamed in response and dropped him onto the seat. Chucky ran over and stabbed the man in the throat.
"Pete?" The driver asked, "Pete? What's happening back there, man?"
Chucky yanked the knife from Pete's belt, climbed up the back of the driver's seat, and brought his arm around so he could hold the knife at the driver's throat.
"Hidy fucking ho, jackass." He slit the driver's throat. The car rolled to a stop. Lizzie stared at Chucky in shock.
"Let's go Liz. You're gonna be late home." She continued to stare. He turned and looked at her.
"What, you never seen a dead body before? Come on! Move it!"
Her hands were shaking as she opened the door. She climbed out with the doll at her heels.
"They would've killed me."
"Worse than that, kid. A lot worse than that."
"You saved me."
"Yeah, yeah. Let's just go." She readjusted her backpack, picked Chucky up, and continued home. As soon as she arrived, she greeted her mother, placed Chucky in her room, went to the bathroom, and cried.