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The Revenge of Chucky

Chapter Four

"Bianca. Bianca. Wake up, wake up," Eddie's voice frantically whispered.

Bianca's eyes shot opened. "Whoa," she bolted upward in the airplane seat. "What are we-"

"The plane's going to land soon," her boyfriend replied, smirking. "I just wanted to wake you up, or I would've had to abandon you."

Bianca gave him her "You-are-so-fucking-dead-when-we-get-out-of-here" look. Eddie just grinned, then received a sharp elbow to his ribcage. If Bianca hadn't covered his mouth immediately, he would've had the attention of everyone in the plane.

After a few moments of rubbing his ribcage and glancing at Bianca like she was insane, Eddie whispered in her, ear, "So, do you have this chick's address?"

"Who, Jennifer Tilly's?" Bianca replied in the same tone.

"That's the one," Eddie said.

"Well, when we get our luggage back after we land, I'll take out my laptop and look for it online."

Eddie looked skeptical. "You can do that?"

"Do what?"

"Like... Google someone's address?"

"Welcome to the 21st Century."

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There were no words to describe how much strength it took Glen and Glenda to hold down their mother from running across the room in an attempt to strangle their father.

"MOM, STOP, HE'S NOT GONNA HURT ANYONE-" Glenda kept demanding.

Glen was holding down his mother's legs, Glenda was at the front holding down her arms.

Glen had remained silent, feeling ashamed he had helped in sister in this. Chucky still sat on the coffee table, sipping out of the wine bottle as if Tiffany wasn't raging about how horrible he was at all. In fact, his full attention was on the nearby calendar pinned to the wall. He looked sad and majorly troubled.

Glen noticed this. He tried to think about what Chucky was thinking about... Then again, he doesn't have the mind of a killer, now does he?

Glenda then cried out, "GLEN! TELL MOM IT'S TRUE! TELL MOM HE WON'T HURT US!"

Glen jumped into reality. He nervously looked at his sister.

"I...I can't," he said.

Glenda glared. "You are such a coward!"

Glen didn't like being called a coward. So he said, "MOM, Chucky isn't gonna hurt us!"

Tiffany stopped shrieking. Of course she'd listen to her "good child".

Tiffany softly said, "Let me go."

Glenda hissed, "NO, bitch-"

Glen let go. Glenda looked at how Tiffany wasn't kicking or anything. So she slowly let go as well.

Tiffany got up and turned to her son. "Sweetface, is that true?"

Glen nodded. "Yes." He's never been so sincere in his life.

Tiffany didn't reply. She said, "Go upstairs to your rooms, Chucky and I need a talk."

"Dad and you need to talk," Glenda corrected.

Tiffany once again did not reply. Just repeated that they go upstairs. Glenda obviously didn't want to go, but Glen tugged on her wrist and off the twins went.

Tiffany approached the now crying doll seated on the coffee table.

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Once off the plane with their luggage, Eddie and Bianca rented a car and drove down to the nearest coffee shop. They ordered two donuts and two cups of coffee. As they ate, Bianca had her laptop out, with Eddie hovering next to her to get a look at the screen.

"Find it yet?" He asked.

"Almost," she replied.

"Thought you could just Google it," Eddie mocked.

Bianca rolled her eyes. "Yes, but you need to click on numerous links to make sure the one you have is legit."

Eddie shrugged, sipping his coffee. "Well, good luck with that."

"WAIT!" Bianca shrieked.

Eddie almost dropped his coffee. "Geez, what?"

"I got it!" She cried. After searching for a pen and finding one, she quickly grabbed Eddie's arm and jotted down the address.

Eddie read it over. "Wait a second," he said. "That's not too far from here. Didn't we pass that street?"

"Yes!" Bianca grinned. "Come on, we gotta go!"

By the time they were in the car all belted in, Bianca went to go change the radio station. Then she noticed the date: September first.

Oh, Isabella, she thought. I am so sorry...

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"Chucky?" Tiffany spoke softly.

She sat on the coffee table next to him.

Chucky's face was covered with his hands. The empty wine bottle sat next to him. Speaking through the slits of his palms he said, "Surprised you aren't that mad."

Tiffany shrugged. "Well... I just noticed the date. September first. The day Bella-"

"Don't say her name," he muttered, and resumed to his crying.

Tiffany set her hands on his shoulder. She wouldn't admit it to herself, but deep inside she did miss him and was glad he was here.

"I am so sorry," Tiffany murmured in his ear.

Chucky sniffled. "It's my fault. Everything's my fault."

"Oh, don't say that," Tiffany said.

"I made her heartbroken, Tiff...I'll never forgive myself."

"Oh, Chucky," she whimpered. "Please, I am so sorry. I don't what to say. I feel like your little mistake."

Chucky looked up at her. "You're not," he said. "I mean, at first I was angry that I chose you over her, but... You gave me two incredible kids... I can't thank you enough... and all those times getting me out of trouble..." He smiled a bit. "That was some memories, huh?"

Tiffany nodded. "How'd you become so sweet suddenly?"

He shrugged. "I get sensitive on this day," he admitted.

"Or, are you just becoming a dad?"

Chucky raised his eyebrows.

Tiffany laughed, then the doorbell rang.

"Who's coming here at this time of hour?" Chucky asked aloud.

Tiffany looked confused as well. "I was thinking the same thing."

She approached the doorway and then nervously undid the locks on the door. She opened it, and then gasped.

Bianca Ray and Eddie Caputo stood right in front of her.