Author's Note: GIVE ME AN R. GIVE ME AN E. GIVE ME A V. HOW ABOUT AN I. WHAT ABOUT AN E. AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST W. WHAT DOES THAT SPELL? REEEEVVIIIEEEEW :D
Chucky's Curse
Chapter 13
Glen was released from the hospital and returned back to his usual routine. His college friends and other fellow students in the school would drown him in constant, concerned questions like, "Are you alright?", "Need some water?", "Want me to carry your books?", and basically just the things Glen did not want to hear. Sure, he appreciated it. But he was in no mood to be taken care of. He could take care of himself just fine. At least, that's what he told himself. It was never officially considered a fact.
Glenda did not speak of her brother's attempted suicide to him, or to anyone else. She knew it was best to just let Glen alone heal and cope with this traumatic experience he conflicted upon himself. Charles, Bianca, Tiffany, and Eddie did not speak of it either. They also decided that it was best to put these horrible memories behind them and just live their lives. They've been going by this motto since the night Tiffany died.
Although the adults agreed not to speak of what happened, that didn't mean they weren't concerned. If anything, Tiffany was the most worried for her son. She had once talked Charles out of suicide as a teenager. She didn't want to repeat the same things to her son.
But, alas, she and everyone remained silent. Glen respected this, because he did not want to be hovered over and cooed like a baby.
It was time to grow up. And he knew that.
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Bella remained silent for two weeks.
Amber could almost skip for joy. Finally, she had peace. She actually managed to be happy. Amber was more talkative among other students, and much more attentive in class. She participated too, always had this grin on her upbeat expression, and managed to create this aura of positivity. Who could have known dating an incredibly amazing girl could change her for the better? Amber had no idea how it was possible, or made any sense, but she was glad. Being with Jaycee was like being next to Mother Mary... with black and red hair, of course.
And then, there was the dreaded day - having Jaycee meet Andy.
It wasn't that Andy wasn't an awesome dad to Amber. Amber looked up to him so dearly and admired his braveness and determination. But even though Andy had accepted the fact Amber was interested in girls, Amber felt this wave of guiltiness. She felt as if she had let down her father somehow. And it wasn't even her idea to have Jaycee meet Andy. It was Jaycee's, surprisingly, who they both considered as the "guy" in the relationship.
Sure, Amber had the guyish attitude. But because of Jaycee haircut, she was considered the guy. And Amber didn't have a problem with that. Jaycee was strong. Amber considered herself weak and sensitive. It worked out perfectly to them.
So, there was Amber and Jaycee, standing outside Andy's door on a Saturday, around five-thirty. Jaycee was dressed in black vans, your typical black skinny jeans, neon green belt, plain white t-shirt, and a My Chemical Romance hoodie. Amber wore an oversized Beatles shirt, which exposed her shoulders, with ripped black skinny jeans, a black and white studded belt, and low dirty converse which she has written on and had for nearly two years. Her hair was in a messy ponytail. It might've been considered messy to Amber, but to Jaycee it looked perfect and made her even more beautiful.
Jaycee reached to ring the doorbell, but Amber quickly grabbed her girlfriend's wrist.
"You sure you wanna meet him?" She asked.
Jaycee raised her eyebrows, a smirk itching to appear on her lips. "Of course I do. Stop worrying. It'll be fine."
Amber gulped and looked down. "Okay."
Jaycee rang the doorbell. When the door opened, Amber looked up.
Andy did not answer the door.
Bella did.