Okay so I saw Curse of Chucky. I don't know what to think anymore. I mean, I love that they showed a bit of Chucky's past but, the end was a bit confusing. And it must be new canon. Because it wouldn't make sense when added to the events of the past movies. So I like it but, it's not my favorite.

Also, on another note the time line for this is a bit messed up. But, a fan fic is a fan fic and this is my world so I'll do as I please and hope that it doesn't disappoint any of my readers. Also as a fun sort of thing for me, I've decided to write the title and artist of the songs that inspire me at the beginning of each chapter.

Twist in My Sobriety by Tanita Tikaram

Chapter Nine

Tiffany sat in the living room filing her black painted nails into somewhat sharp points while a news report on the murder of the slut while her mother started of the day with a triple olived martini. Her father tried not to look overly devastated by this news but, Tiffany knew that he was absolutely squirming and screaming on the inside. She felt completely at ease. The news reporter said it was a robbery gone wrong.

She smiled a private smile while she finished up the filing of her fingernails. She put on a somber expression and turned to her father. "Wasn't she your secretary Dad?" she asked, feigning curiosity.

"Um..y-yes she was. It just goes to show you Tiffany. There are a lot of monsters in this world and you must be careful to never ever come face to face with one. I will see you after work. I'll have to begin interviews for a new secretary at once," he said, turning away.

Oh if only he knew that she was the monster that Kelly had come face to face with. Her mother drank some more and went off to the patio. God, she was so pathetic. No wonder her father was losing interest. If she was smart, she'd start dressing maybe a little sexier, and maybe put on makeup that didn't make her look so beige. She needed to regain her husband's attention. Still, Tiffany wasn't about to tell her that.

The doorbell rang and Tiffany walked to the door to answer it. "Chucky! I thought you were going to be with Eddie for the day," Tiffany said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Why would I be with Eddie, when I could be with you? Besides, he wouldn't look hot in this little number you're wearing. He's too hairy," Chucky replied, making Tiffany laugh. She was still in her black nightie, which barely reached her thighs.

"True, I'd hate to see his legs and chest wearing this," Tiffany added, as Chucky picked her up and took her up to her bedroom. For a moment, Tiffany worried that her mother would catch them but, she was currently drowning in a sea of alcohol and misery.

Chucky kissed her hungrily, as he carried her to the bed. Tiffany smiled against his lips as the two of them tumbled onto her bed. His body was heavy and warm against her. She missed the feel of him so badly. His hand pushed up the nightie over her creamy pale thigh and he sighed in content. This is where he needed to be, in the arms of the only girl who ever really understood him, and his urge to kill those who deserve it.

Tiffany's breathing shallowed as he pulled her panties down and tossed them in the corner. His lips trailed down her neck and she let out a moan. His hands were so skilled as they touched her down there. She was so wet, so ready for him. He was an amazing lover, and a wonderful boyfriend. Tiffany's nails bit into his ass and he groaned, his erection hardening, pushing against her core.

Quick as a flash, Chucky had a condom on and he was in her, stretching her out, making her feel complete again. His rhythmic pumps were delicious and the pain was more like pleasure, as she felt him moving inside of her. Her moans escaped her painted lips in sounds of ecstasy, his groans almost in sync with her moaning. She dropped her face against his shoulder and bit him hard, he groaned louder as his thrusts grew stronger, faster.

"OH God, Chucky!" Tiffany cried out as he bit down on her chest, marking her non tattooed breast. He pumped inside of her, harder, until she was screaming in pleasure. Chucky finished in one amazing explosion, dropping his body against hers he smiled against her lips as she kissed him.

They lie together for a long time before Chucky made love to her again in the shower. "I killed my mom," Chucky said, breaking the comfortable silence. It was so random, it came out of nowhere so suddenly that Tiffany wondered if she'd even her him right.

"What?" she said, for lack of anything better to say. Chucky looked down at her with those piercing blues eyes, so many secrets, so much pain lie beyond the depths of those eyes. His thick hair brushed her cheeks lightly as the tears welled in his eyes.

"Chucky, what happened?" Tiffany asked, as they both sat up. Chucky grew silent, his eyes darkening, he looked like he didn't want to continue and Tiffany didn't pressure him.

"My mom, the bitch. She was drunk and high all the time, she was fucking psychotic. She beat the shit out of me all the time. Since I was a kid. One day…she went too far. I killed her, I stabbed the bitch so many fucking times, I think there were stab wounds in the stab wounds…The cops found her and assumed that it was one of her countless johns. You know, clients…she was a prostitute who whored herself out for drugs, booze, and money," Chucky explained in a low dangerous voice.

"Oh my god, Chucky…" Tiffany whispered, horrified by his past. That explained the scars on his body. They were scars from the horror his bitch mother had put him through.

"I ended up at some group home for a bit before I left the place. The police and social workers agreed to let me live on my own as long as I finished High School. That's it. End of story. I guess I'm more fucked up than I thought though. I killed a hooker too. She reminded me of the bitch and I killed her…Me and Eddie got rid of her where we dumped your sister's body," Chucky said, looking completely calm.

For some reason, Tiffany wasn't afraid of him. He'd helped her when she killed her sister and Kelly the slut. He still loved her, and she still loved him. They had to get out of there. They had to leave tonight. Tiffany wasn't going to let anyone else hurt Chucky ever again. Even if she had to keep killing, she would always be loyal to him, and love him. "We have to leave. Tonight. Please. Take me away from here," Tiffany said, making him look up at her.

He looked shocked for a moment before that smile of his was back. "God damn it, I fucking love you Tiff," Chucky said, grinning. He kissed her again before they both jumped off of the bed and started grabbing her things. She was going to live with Chucky in his place and no one was going to stop her. She and Chucky were just heading to the door when Tiffany cried out in shock.

Her mother stood in the doorway, her eyes bloodshot, tears running down her perfectly made up cheeks. A bottle of vodka in her hand and a fallen martini glass by her vintage manolo heels. "You did something to my Jessica!" she screeched, slurring slightly. She raised the half empty bottle, ready to strike Chucky when Tiffany pushed up in front of him.

"NO! I did! I killed her! You have no clue what the fuck you've done to this family! Jessica was a fucking snobby selfish bitch! You're no better! You're a fucking drunk who is in denial about her seemingly fucking perfect marriage! Daddy was fucking the slut that was murdered! Don't you know how fucking pathetic you are?" Tiffany screamed, pushing her.

"You psychotic, ungrateful child! I knew he wasn't good enough for you! He ruined our lives as soon as he walked into yours! You killed my baby!" her mother screamed, hitting Tiffany with the bottle.

A sharp burst of pain ran through her face and she cried as she fell against Chucky. Her mother raised the bottle to strike again but, this time Chucky was ready for her. He pulled a knife from his pocket and slammed it into her chest. IT went through like a knife in butter. There was a scream of pain, Tiffany's, Chucky's, and her mother's.

Tiffany cried as the scream faded into a faint gurgle. Her mother was on the white carpet which was slowly turning red with her blood. Tiffany went to her mother and looked down at the pathetic dying alcoholic. "I'm sorry mother," she said, before she and Chucky got up and grabbed her things. They cleaned out her father's safe and stole her mother's prized jewelry before going down to the livingroom. Chucky called Eddie and quickly explained the situation before hanging up.

"Eddie's on his way. We're going to get the fuck out of here. We're going to Chicago," Chucky said, grabbing Tiffany by the arms. She nodded slowly, as he pulled her into a tight embrace. Tiffany knew that, life would never be the same for her but, she and Chucky were going to get through it all together.

I'd like to apologize for the rushed chapter and whatnot. Also really sorry about the horribly long overdue update. I hope you're all still into this. I just recently got a two week job as a cashier for my favorite bookstore and not only has it been physically draining, it's doing a number on my creativity. Only two more days and I'm jobless again. Anyway, here's hoping I'll get lucky and land a non shitty job again soon.