AN-I OWN NOTHING!
Hidy Ho! It's me again! I want to just quickly thank all of you for the amazing love and support you've given our good friend Gee. Whenever I read your reviews I have sudden urge to continue writing! Anywho, enough sap for today. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the others!
I'm gonna spoil something...just keep in mind there is gonna be a pretty damn gross scene in here at some point that others may find offensive. So yeah, don't mean to offend anybody.
I dedicate this Chapter to my lovely soul sister, Miss Misled-Bloodshed.
Chapter Three: Womanhood Entered, Manhood Lost
The remainder of my childhood was pretty damn quiet, to be honest. After Seed of Chucky premiered, Dad found us a house and let's say...he didn't pay for it. The goal was to find somebody 'old, rich and useless' as my father categorized this old broad. Let's just say my family is really enjoying her home. At home life became pretty steady. Don Mancini is pretty damn famous for taking like decade gaps between his movies, so Mom and Dad just kind of sucked up the money from bonus materials, DVD sales and merchandise royalties. When they say puberty really fucks the kids up, shit they were not kidding. You start to smell all of sudden, I started sprouting red hair literally everywhere, and I swear to God I became like a hundred times uglier. The peak of the horrificness happened at around age twelve. I remember it like it was fucking yesterday.
"'Til now, I always got by on my own, I never really cared until I met you" Glen sang horribly and out of breath into the play microphone. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and gave me the death glare. "You're ruining everything, Gee! You're playing too fast!" I fucking hated Rockband. I continued to play the false drums as fast as I could to end this fucking horrific song, and piss my brother off as a bonus. "No I'm not, you're just too slow. You're lucky you even got me to play this stupid thing with you. Now start singing, or we're gonna lose for sure!" I retorted. Glen turned around and began that wailing again. I took the liberty to just sit back and watch my points drop down drastically. "GAME OVER" the false rocker-dude voice bellowed. Glen threw down the microphone "No! Look what you have done! You ruined everything, you're a horrible person!" I couldn't help but giggle. Glen's ridiculous fucking squawking woke Dad up from a nap on the couch. Which angered my dad greatly, but gave me immense pleasure. "What the fuck is going on in here?" Dad asked still half asleep. "She started it! I almost got to sing the super high note in 'Alone' but Gee made us lose on purpose! Now it's ruined!" Glen was shouting and trying to fight back tears. Dad shook his head in his hands before looking up at my pathetic twelve year old pre-pubescent brother. "Do you mean to tell me, that you are screaming your head off like a little bitch, because of a fucking game? Glen! What the hell is the matter with you?" Glen turned his head away with shame. "Look at me!" Dad retorted. When Mom was pissed, she made her presence known. Even as a doll, she could be extremely loud. She bolted down the stairs into our living room. "What on God's green earth is happening? Chucky why are you shouting at the kids?" Typical Momma's Boy Glen, ran to Mom, dropped himself down and cried at her feet. "It's Gee! She ruins everything! She's a freak! She kills the cats and plays in the blood! She hurts people! She's evil!" I clenched my fists and tried to resist my instinct to go and punch out the little fucker. Too late. Before I knew it Dad was between the both of us grunting and trying to break us up. "Would you two just, chill the fuck out!" Dad yelled. He meant business. "Finally! Now Glen, say sorry to your sister for being an asshole!" Glen walked closer to me and muttered the lowest 'I'm Sorry' I ever fucking heard. Mom burned holes into my head with those emerald lasers. "If you think you're getting away with kicking the shit out of your brother, you have another thing coming!" I rolled my eyes, my breath getting heavy. I hate apologizing, it fucking sucks. The feeling in my stomach that has been plaguing me all day turned into this horrible...pain? God, it fucking killed. Mom was getting impatient. "Well? What do you have to say?" All I could manage to say was "My stomach hurts" Dad looked at me confused. "Well, it's not the right words but, they'll do." Dad then went back to the couch. "Chucky!" Mom shouted at him. I escaped the living room and ran to the bathroom. God what the fuck was happening to me? I remember thinking I was going to either puke or shit my brains out. "Maybe a bath. That might help" I started the bath water and began to get undressed. That's when I noticed a trickle of blood run down my leg. "What the fuck is this?" For some reason, I forgot what a fucking period was. I touched the blood and I laughed. I never felt so happy. I heard Mom's frantic knock. "Gee? Are you okay, sweetface?" I looked into the mirror to see I was soon covered in blood. "Yes, I've never been better"
Later that night, I apologized to Glen and Uncle fuckface Eddie came over. He came over a lot. And it wasn't for my dad, it was for me. You see, like my mother, I developed young. I was 12, with the body of somebody who was 18. Perverts like Eddie, loved that. My father is wanted in 46 States, has gotten away with murder countless times in this Good Guy disguise and my mother has been on America's Most Wanted more times than you could imagine. Despite all of this, they could hear fuck all of what goes on when Eddie comes in my room at night. I didn't really pay much attention to what Eddie would do to me. To be honest, the only thing that would piss me off would be that he is interrupting my fucking glamour sleep. Not tonight. To this mother fucking day, if anybody ever asked me what the best thing in life is, I answer with the same damn thing. A crazy killer's first menstrual cycle. I didn't even need Mr. Bunny for encouragement (read the other two chapters to figure out who the fuck Mr. Bunny is). I laid in my bed that night, patiently waiting. Words of my parents went through my mind. Dad always said "The best spot to get a man who really fucking deserves it, is where it hurts." and Mom was always one to quote my grandmother "My mother always used to say, If you take away his manhood, you take away his life." There was a slight creak at the door. It's show time. "Hello beautiful" Eddie sat on my bed and started kissing my body and putting his hands on my chest. He always smelled fucking terrible. Eddie looked at me and laughed, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "I have a surprise for you." I smiled and giggled. Eddie stiffened. "What's so funny?" I smiled and answered. "I have a surprise for you too. " Eddie leaned back "Oh really?" He moved his greasy hand to my pants, I stopped him. "You first" I smiled. He laughed nervously and took his pants off, and there it was. God, it was fucking ugly. "Your turn, princess" I looked up at his face. "Okay." I pulled out our meat clever and in one swift movement, Eddie was missing his manhood. Blood sprayed everywhere and Eddie was turning white. I started to laugh hysterically. "You know Eddie, I read on the internet that people like you are something called pedophiles. That you know, despite me and my family being fucked up, at least I'm not going to go for a three year old anytime soon." Eddie was choking, trying to scream, but I covered his face with my pillow. "Another thing, I also read an article about a lady who cut her husband's thing off and well, I can kind of understand the reaction" I thought that was the funniest thing I ever said in my whole life. I began to laugh hysterically, as Eddie weakened and ultimately, died. I looked in his pants, got his wallet. $25 bucks would buy me those gloves I wanted. I then kicked Eddie under the bed, took my pillow and climbed in bed, feeling satisfied after a job well done. I then spotted my dad staring at me through the doorway. I think he was crying. "Dad?" He walked closer to my bed and dragged Eddie from under the bed. Dad took the meat cleaver, and stabbed Eddie in the face continuously. I watched the blood spray all over my bedroom. I heard some of dad's angry mufflings "You cocksucker, I saw everything." and "Not her, not her. You belong fucking dead" Dad stopped when he felt all of Eddie's blood was on my bedroom floor. Dad looked at me. "You make me so proud, babydoll". I remember my Dad leaving my room with the meat cleaver, walking out of the house and not coming back for twelve hours. I knew very well what he was doing. I licked Eddie's blood off my fingers and fell into a deep sleep, and dreamed of nothing.
There we have it! Eddie's a rotten scumbag! And the moral of the story is when girls get their first period, they go nuts. Please review and follow if you enjoyed! Your love is much appreciated! Stay tuned for Chapter 4! I'll be back, I always come back!