I meant that it was better because Chucky and Tiffany were there, and now the end of this chapter gets even better. Anyway thank you for your wonderful feedback on my other two previous stories. At least you understand what's going on in this one.

Chapter Ten; The Hardest Test

Chucky heaved a sigh and pushed the button to hang up. "Tiff, I'm worried about Mary." He began before turning around to look at her. "Why? What's wrong with her?" she asked him. "Well, she said that she had to make her father dinner, and that if he found out she couldn't cook she'd get it." He explained as she gave a horrified gasp. "Chucky you don't think he really is abusing her do you?" she questioned. "I don't know, but I'm going to find out. First thing I the morning I'm going over there to see her whether Christian likes it or not. All I can say is that if he's really a child abuser, his name is all wrong." He told her.

That night Chucky found it rather difficult to eat and sleep. The next morning he called James (when it was the proper time for him and he knew that he'd be up) and checked up on the animals. "Well Pumpkin's doing fine, he's a well behaved cat. Stanley on the other hand won't stop chasing him and eating everything up." James explained as Chucky half chuckled. "Well I'm sorry but he's you're responsibility now." He said. "I know," James began. "I just wasn't fully aware what I signed up for when I agreed to take him. I should have known though since he's only a puppy." He said before adding "How's Mary?" he inquired.

That's when Chucky started to explain about the phone call that he made to her the previous night. "I'm going over this morning to see her." He explained. "But what if her father doesn't let you see her?" James asked him. "I mean you couldn't take your gun on the plane." He reminded him. "That's because I didn't have to. I can do enough damage with my bare hands if I wanted to. He'll let her see me one way or another. Trust me." Chucky told him.

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Chucky walked down the gravel path towards the doorstep. A Rottweiler was chained up to his doghouse snarling and barking at him as if he didn't have any breakfast yet. Chucky walked up to the front door and knocked. Suddenly, a few moments later the door swung open and Chucky recognized the man at once. "You must be Chucky." He said with his Australian accent as he took a quick drink of beer from the can he held inside his hand.

"Yes and you must Christian." Chucky began. "Now that we both know each other I want to talk to Mary. Is she here?" he asked. "Of course she is, she's my daughter isn't she?" he questioned staggering as he walked which lead Chucky to believe that he was drunk. "Well, where is she!?" he snapped. "She's inside doing the dishes." He said with a loud belch. "Thank you." Chucky said half-heartedly before going inside the house as Christian sat down on a wooden chair by the front steps.

"Mary?" Chucky questioned seeing that she was nowhere to be found. That's when suddenly he heard muffled sobs coming from upstairs. "Mary!" he cried before quickly rushing up the stairs and over to her bedroom door. He grabbed ahold of the door handle and tried to pull it open with all his might. "Damn it! It's locked!" he exclaimed as he jiggled it around for a moment. "Stand back, I'm going to break the door down!" he told her as he lunged his foot forward and kicked it making it collapse onto the ground.

"Are you alright?" he asked her worriedly as he saw her sitting upon her bed sobbing. Mary sniffed and shook her head. "Alright, I realize this might be hard for you, but you seriously have got to tell me." He began. "What has that bastard been doing to you?" he questioned. "He hurts me. Bad." She said through a hoarse whisper with a sniff. "He doesn't even like me at all. The only reason he wanted to keep me was because of my mother's insurance money." She explained as Chucky gasped and his mouth gaped open.

Then suddenly he clenched his fists and teeth together feeling his blood start to boil. "That's it! Just tell me what exactly he's been doing to you and I'll break every bone in his body!" he snapped. "I was upset when he tried to tear us apart, but now I'm just about pissed off that he's treating you like shit and hurting you." He told her. "But what are we going to do?" she questioned sadly. "Simple, I'm going to get you out of here and you'll stay with me and Tiff. Then when the time is right, I'll kill Christian and think of some way to make the courts understand that they've just got to let me keep you. Now come on!" he exclaimed inside a whisper waving his hand over to her.

Mary smiled at him as she leapt off the bed excitedly. "Thank you Chucky." She told him with a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, yeah, just keep your voice down and get your stuff. Technically that man can have me arrested for kidnapping you." He explained. Well luckily for them, Christian was fast asleep on the front porch, so Chucky and Mary escaped out the back door. Tiffany was in complete and utter shock when the two of them showed back up at the hotel room.

"Well it sure is wonderful to see you Mary, but what are you doing here? Does your father know you're here?" she questioned as Mary walked inside the room and flopped down on the bed. Mary shook her head. "No, and I wanna keep that way." Chucky said as he came into the room behind her. "Oh I see, so you basically kidnapped her." Tiffany said looking back at them before shutting the door. "I had to Tiff, he was abusing her. You wouldn't believe the gashes that I saw on her arms and legs!" he exclaimed.

"But why would he do that to his own daughter?" she questioned. "I don't know, all he seems to care about is the money. He doesn't give a shit about Mary!" he snapped throwing his hands up into the air. "Oh well I see, in that case you better find a way for us to keep her then." She told him. "Believe me Tiff I would love to. I would really, really love to. But if Christian calls the police, they're just going to think that I put those bruises on her since I'm the one who kidnapped her!" he cried waving his hands down at himself. He heaved a heavy sigh and looked over at the little girl asleep on the bed.

"Chucky, listen to me." Tiffany began. "Do you really love that little girl?" she asked him. "More than you'll ever know." He answered. "Then no matter what you'll have to fight as hard as you can to keep her. For that little girl is going to need a lot of love now that both of her parents are gone, and there's no way in Hell she's going to get it if she stays here." She explained. "But what else am I supposed to do?" he questioned her helplessly. "I can't tell you that Chucky." She answered. "Why not?" he asked. "Because you'll have to figure that part out for yourself. That's the hardest part of the test." She explained as Chucky heaved a sigh and slowly walked over to Mary's bed before laying down and cuddling her up to his chest. "Don't worry," he began as he kissed the top of her head. "I'll find a way then."