Author's Note: I wrote this chapter as I had a Child's Play movie marathon! x3 It was so fun, LOL. So here's chapter nine! The more reviews I get, the more chapters I'll post! :D Enjoy!
The Revenge of Chucky
Chapter Nine
The plan was set.
Glenda would invite Amber over Friday night. They would drug her and Bianca will drive her and Chucky to the New Jersey cemetery, where Bella's body rested. Chucky would then transfer her soul into Amber's body. Eddie and Tiffany chose to stay behind to watch Glen and Glenda - and plus, Eddie couldn't be risked to be caught again.
Glenda was not happy with the idea that she couldn't tag along, but Chucky fibbed and said he'd bring pictures. Eddie cracked up laughing at this.
Glen was shocked when Glenda told him the plan and how...happy she was.
"But she's your friend," Glen said. "Aren't you concerned?"
Glenda scoffed. "No. She's annoying. Always bragging about how much freedom she has. Besides, dad told me her father hurt him a few years back. Stupid bitch and her precious mommy and daddy are gonna get what she deserves."
Glen chewed his lip and decided not to say another word. Glenda wouldn't bother to listen to his opinion, anyway.
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Bianca paced back and forth. She had never been so nervous in her life. Her whole body trembled and she wanted to cry, but the tears would not come out. Tiffany stood nearby, hovering over the bathroom sink. Bianca finally had had enough. She threw up her hands in exasperation.
"Is it done already?" She asked irritably.
Tiffany pursed her lips and checked her watch.
"One more minute," She confirmed.
Bianca groaned and started pacing. After a minute, which seemed like forever to Bianca, Tiffany's watch beeped.
She looked at Bianca sincerely. "It's time," she said. "Do you want to check it?"
Bianca miserably covered her face. "Oh, Tiffany, I can't," she said. "Can you?"
Tiffany nodded. "Of course."
She picked up Bianca's pregnancy test.
It was positive.
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Amber skateboarded home Monday night. She was in the rush - it was the first time she went past her curfew. Cursing at her own stupidity, she silently wished for time to slow down. When she finally made it, she parked her skateboard outside the garage and ran to the doorway.
"Shit, shit, shit," She muttered. The lights were on. And she could see the shadow of her parents in the living room. Sighing, Amber rang the doorbell.
Her father, Andy, answered the door.
"AMBER!" He cried. He pulled her into a tight hug.
Amber's mother Kristin got up from the couch and closed the door. Andy finally let go of his daughter.
"Where have you been?" Andy cried.
"We've been worried sick! You wouldn't answer our calls!" Kristin added.
Amber put on her innocent face. "Guys, I am so sorry! My phone died, and I didn't realize the time until I looked at Janice's phone, but I immediately came back, I swear. I'm so sorry, I hate disappointing you guys!" This was all a lie, obviously. Her phone never died. She just got carried away with smoking weed with her friends.
Andy immediately forgave his daughter - he had a soft spot for her. But Kristin wasn't convinced.
"Your eyes," Kristin said suspiciously. "They're bloodshot, why's that?"
Amber played dumb and blinked. "Huh? They are?"
She got real nervous then - her heart frantically pounded against her chest. Thank God, her father came to the rescue.
"Oh, sweetheart, don't think like that," Andy said. "She's a teenager, she's always on her phone and laptop, of course they're gonna be bloodshot."
"Daddy's right, mom," Amber said.
Kristin pursed her lips, obviously still not convinced. But she said, "Alright, sweetie. Get to bed."
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Chucky had never felt so emotional in his whole life.
Flipping from page to page in an old family album Bianca had brought along was majorly depressing. Pictures of him as a fourteen year old boy made him remember the innocence little kids have. How they have absolute no worry in the world, and all they needed to focus on was school. He wished he still had that innocence. And as he glanced around at the photographs on the wall of his twins, Glen and Glenda, he silently prayed they would never lose that innocence. Though he prayed for Glenda more - Glen would always remain a sweet angel.
The doll rubbed the temples of his forehead. He was getting a headache from the thought of how Bella died. That poor, beautiful girl. Why didn't he give her a chance? He acted so stupid...
Chucky touched a picture of the last school photo Bella ever took.
"I am so sorry," he whispered to it. "I love you."
"Is that her?" The voice made Chucky jump, but he felt relieved to see it was only his son.
"Oh, hey," he said.
Glen walked over and sat next to his dad on the couch. "Is that Bella?"
"Glenda told you?" Chucky asked sheepishly.
Glen nodded. "Just finished telling me, yeah. So is that her?" He gestured to the photo of a brunette girl with blonde highlights.
Chucky stared at the picture. "Yeah," he sighed. "That's her."
"She's pretty," Glen noticed.
"She is," Chucky agreed. Then he looked up at Glen. "I'm so sorry."
Glen looked confused. "What do you mean, dad?"
"For what I did," he said. "Forcing you to do something you don't wanna do... I'm sorry. I am. I'm not the perfect dad. I get it. I just hope you still love me."
Glen was touched by his father's words. "Dad, that means a lot. Thanks. Of course I love you. I always will."
Chucky was about to reply, but then Tiffany called Glen from the kitchen to help her set the table.
Glen stood. Chucky said, "Well, guess you have to go."
Glen nodded. "Yeah." When he reached the doorway to the kitchen, he continued, "Oh, and dad?"
Chucky looked up. "Yeah, kid?"
"Isabella forgives you," Glen said.
Chucky stared. "You don't know that for sure."
"Yeah, but if she really loved you, she would've forgave you," his son explained. And with that, Glen entered the kitchen.
