Glenda's P.O.V
"Interesting." Was all that i could say.
I mean it's not the best story to tell us, since he clearly didn't want us in the first place. Like thanks, dad. I fell really loved. Sure he changedhis mind, but that was only because mom forced him to.
"So you did all of that for mom?" Glen said with kind eyes, completly ignoring the fact that dad didn't want us.
I placed my plastic palm to my forehead in result of Glen's stupidity and shook my head. Glen seemed to ignore the lack of happiness I had towards him and stared in awe at the love between mom and dad. I made a face at the gross love that floated in the air.
"All this lovey dovey stuff is giving me a headache." I mumbled as I started rubbing my temples with my stubby index fingers. "I need something to eat."
I hopped up from the floor and waddled into the kitchen, I know, i know, i eat too much, but seriously you work up an appitite killing. I humed as i raided the fridge. I carelessly tossed out unwanted food onto the tiled floor. I shoved a cheese string in my mouth as i slammed the fridge door shut.
"It's not very respectful to steal peoples food." Glen said popping up out of nowhere and scaring the plastic poop out of me (Not litterally).
"Really? Glen, we tried murdering them, stealing food doesn't top murder. Unless it's you're last twinkie, then murder can take a backseat because nobody touches my twinkies." I answered almost warningly.
"Everything we are doing is wrong, Glenda." He argued with a whiney voice.
"It's not our fault that they're our parents, they made us this way. Murder is the only thing I'm good at, and the only the i want to do." I lied, i was god at school, i just didn't like it.
Like could you imagine me as a math teacher? I laughed at the thought of being one. A bunch of kids, looking for a good example, yeah, just no. No. I mean, I'm not saying that teaching is bad, if only they had Murder101...
"Glenda? Hello?" Glen interupted my thoughts with a worried expression that matched his voice.
"Get off of me." I ordered as i pushed his hands away and stormmed past him.
Nica's P.O.V
"What's wrong auntie Nica?" Alice asked examining my 'think face'.
"Oh, nothing sweetie. Just thinking." I said looking into the rear-view mirror to see her face.
She nodded in understandment, before smiling wildly as she made goofy faces into the mirror. I chuckled as i made goofy faces as well. I was nice to have a fun little break from over-thinking. It was starting to give me a headache just remembering the fear. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying physically to block the terrible memories from screaming in my head.
"Auntie Nica?" Alice asked with quivering lips that made her puppy-like.
"I'm fine, go to sleep sweetie. We are going to a hotel far away." I said trying not to look at her with the wall of water building in my eyes.
She nodded her head and closed her eyes, tightly holding on to toy train. Ever since Alice and her grandmother were attacked back at the house, Alice never went near another doll. We can't even take her into a toy-store without her crying when she spots a doll. It's a piece of her childhood that she can never get back, never.
I looked back at the young girl who had already fallen asleep. I smiled at how peacful she looked. If only we were as happy like that in the real world.
Glenda's P.O.V
"Look, I'm tired of waiting. Where's the phone?" I asked sternly with my stubby arms crossed over my chest.
I followed where Chucky pointed over on the couch. I waddled over with a huff and snatched the phone off the cushion. I carefully pressed the numbers that i had memerized and called the local police station.
"Hello, how may help you?" Asked a male voice over the phone.
"Hi, i was supposed to pick up Nica Pierce. But i couldn't find her there. Do you know where she is?" I asked with an evil grin.
"Ms. Pierce left with an older woman. She only said that she was planning on staying at a hotel in plainsville until their house is repaired." He replied.
"Repaired." I said to myself with a chuckle. "Okay, thank you. You helped a bunch."
"You're welcome, miss." He replied perkish.
I hung up the phone and threw it back onto the couch.
"Idiot." I cackled with a demonic hiss. "Let's get moving."
There was only one hotel in Plainsville. We went on a fieldtrip at there, we had to stay at that hotel because the bus broke down and the fieldtrip was another fourty miles. So we had to walk three miles to a hotel to wait for another bus to be brought in, until the old one got repaired.
"Where are we going now? Can't we just stay in one place for a couple days?" Glen complained as he began to slowly slide out of his chair.
I rolled my eyes at the amount of whinyness that he was creating. I swear, if we weren'rt related, he would have already have been murdered. No joke, this kid is sweet and all, but annoying.
"Glen." I warned with a stern tone. "Please."
He huffed as he hopped off the chair and grabbed a blanket for the road.
"This is all that we are taking. Nothing else." He said waving the blanket.
"Fine." I agreed with a bit of an attitude.
"Nothing else." He repeated as he stared me dead in the eyes.
"Okay!" I yelled getting annoyed at him.
We all headed out and began our trip to Plainsville where we planned to kill people that did us wrong, well more dad then mom, Glen and me. But a family that slays together, stays together!
Review. Sorry if it was boring but i promise next chapter will be better.