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The Revenge of Chucky
Chapter Twelve
Andy drove Amber to Jennifer Tilly's house. He had no idea that this would probably be the last time he'd ever see his daughter again. As they drove, Andy thought about the things his wife was worried about - Chucky, and their daughter, just basically the fear of something wrong happening.
As Andy turned the corner, approaching the Tilly's street, he thought about it. Was Amber in danger? Was she doing something she shouldn't? He had no idea.
He glanced at the corners of his eyes at his daughter. She had inherited Karen, his mother's, baby blue eyes, and his own brown hair. She had cut it choppy purposely by dragging a razor through it over and over again. And Kristin had allowed her to bleach her side swept bangs. True, she did look intimidating and a bit of a rebel, but Andy knew it was just her style, the way she wanted to look. She deserved freedom. Right?
Andy sighed. He had lived in fear all his life. He wanted his daughter safe, but also wanted her to live free without any worries. He was absolutely confused and drenched in worry.
"Dad, you passed it," Amber laughed.
Andy snapped to reality. He glanced around.
"Oh, wow," he said. "That was a fail. Let me make a U-turn. Sorry."
"It's okay," she replied.
Andy made the U-turn and then parked in front of Jennifer's house. He turned to his daughter, who was already almost halfway out the door.
"Amber," he called.
His daughter turned. "Yeah dad?"
"Be careful."
Amber frowned. "I always am, you know that."
"I know," Andy sighed. "Just...if something doesn't feel right. If you're in trouble. Please. Call me. Text me. Right away - okay?"
Amber was confused, but she said, "Alright. Bye dad. I love you."
"I love you too, Amber. Remember that."
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"She's here!" Glenda came pounding down the stairs like it was Christmas morning.
Tiffany stood up from the couch. She turned to Eddie and Bianca. "Hide!" She mouthed.
Bianca and Eddie nodded. They ran upstairs to go to the guest room. On the way, Bianca stopped in her tracks and pulled Eddie back.
"What?" He asked.
"Where the hell is Charles?"
Eddie stared. "Oh fuck..."
They then heard the sounds of Amber and Glenda going up the stairs.
"Shit! Let's go!" Eddie cried, tugging his girlfriend on the wrist. He pulled her into the guest room. They locked the door.
Bianca's heart beat fast. Where the hell was Charles?
"Think he'll be okay?" Bianca whispered.
Eddie took her hand. "Don't worry about it."
That was reassuring, Bianca thought sarcastically.
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Chucky was in Tiffany's room.
On the way walking to Glenda's room, he heard the sound of the doorbell ringing. So he quickly grabbed a few CD's at random and then raced out, tossing himself into the first room he saw. Chucky would not be drugging Amber until after dinner, so that way she least expected it.
Luckily, Tiffany's room had a radio. As he dug through the pile of CD's he brought, he was disgusted.
"Blood On The Dance Floor?" He murmured. "Who the fuck is that?"
He then came across Black Veil Brides, Falling In Reverse, and eventually he just gave up. Then he found a Paramore CD. It was "All We Know Is Falling".
Chucky shrugged. It didn't sound like it was a band with boys wearing makeup. So he stuck the CD disc in the radio.
His first reaction was: "Holy fuck, the lead singer's a girl."
His second reaction: "These songs aren't that good..."
So he started skipping around. He then landed on the last song - My Heart. He decided to listen, because he was bored.
It started out real quiet, and kind of girlish, but still he stuck with it.
I am finding out
That maybe I was wrong.
That I've fallen down
And I can't do this alone...
Stay with me, this is what I need, please?
The instruments then kicked in, but still, Chucky wasn't satisfied. But, he continued listening.
Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you
We could sing our own
But what would it be without you?
I am nothing now
And it's been so long.
Since I've heard the sound,
The sound of my only hope.
This time I will be listening.
Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you
We could sing our own
But what it be without you?
Chucky still felt the song was lame, but yet again, continued listening. He was bored, anyway.
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is yours
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is yours
(MY HEART, IT BEATS FOR YOU!)
The song then grabbed Chucky's attention. Someone was screaming the lyrics in the background. He liked that.
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
(IT BEATS, BEATS FOR ONLY YOU!)
My heart is yours
(MY HEART IS YOURS!)
This heart, it beats, beats for only you (Please don't go now, please don't fade away)
My heart, my heart is yours (Please don't go now, please don't fade away)
Chucky couldn't help himself. He was thinking of Bella. He silently prayed she wouldn't fade away...
(Please don't go now, please don't fade away) My heart is yours
(Please don't go now, please don't fade away) My heart is yours
(Please don't go, please don't fade away)
(Please don't go now, please don't fade away) My heart is...
"Yours," he finished aloud.
