Chapter 2:

Cheerful children roamed the park as the green grass blowed in the warm summers breeze. Dogs happily ran after frisbee's and chased bals, as their owners stretched across the grass and relaxed. Young children sat with there loving families, quickly gobling up their picnics so they could play on the swings. The lake was surrounded by young teenagers, standing together giggling and laughing, as some of them dived into the lake to escape the hot summers heat. Bob sat resting underneath the shade of a tree, as a gentle breeze blew through his glistening blonde hair carefully watching his thirteen year old daughter, Tiffany swimming in the lake. It was her birthday and she'd begged him to take her, Bobby couldn't say no to his princess. Lighting a ciggarette, he placed it between his lips, he couldn't help but gaze at Tiffany, everyone commented on how similair they were in appearance. She had inherited his stunning, piercing green eyes and his wavy blonde hair. Taking a drag on his ciggarette, he smiled as she came rushing out the water towards him, the little droplets of water on her body reflecting the sun.

"What's up, honey" he asked with a smile

"Nothin' daddy" she smiled, before adding "just was checking, if you was having fun"

"Daddy's having fun, don't worry" answered Bobby before adding "you wanna' go somewhere". Tiffany shook her head agreeingly, before Bobby gently took her hand and walked her far into the park, abandoning their towels and picnic. "What's up, daddy" questioned Tiffany nervously as they suddenly froze, before Bobby turned and faced her. Stroking her face, he murmered "my baby, you're so pretty", Bobby then leaned towards her and pecked her softly on the neck as he stroked from her face to stomach. "Daddy" yelled Tiffany as she stepped backwards

"Don't" snapped Bobby, before he reassurred her "this is what, you've got to do, this is what daughters do, for their daddy". Closing her eyes, Tiffany prayed this wasn't happening and wished this would all go away, maybe she'd wake up, maybe it was a nightmare. Bobby grabbed a fistful of her hair and threw her to the floor, he stared at her with a lustful gaze as he approached her. Then he viciously grabbed her bikini and tore it from her body, leaving her naked and embarressed. Tears rolled down her cheeks, before Bobby pounced on her...

Tiffany's eyes shot wide open as she leaped from her bed, beads of sweat glistened on her forehead and tears rolled down her cheeks. She clutched her hair with frustration and mumbled furiously to herself "why didn't you fight, why didn't you fight back". Throwing herself onto her bed, she buried her head into her pillow, that memory haunted her everytime she closed her eyes. She tried to push it back, she tried to forget, but she couldn't. She was petrified of her father, she wouldn't admit it to herself but she was pleased he was dead. In her eyes, the man was a perverted monster. Climbing of her bed, she wiped the tears from her eyes and wandered towards her window, opening it, she breathed in the fresh air before noticing her sister Sara prancing around with her boyfriend Ricky.

Anger swirled like a red tide within her, rising to choke her, Tiffany's breath became harsh and shallow, her hands automatically curling into fists as her side, itching to swing out and put a dent into the wall. She felt as if her light green eyes were turning an even darker shade of green, as she stared at her sister. Hatred and fury, brought on by bitter envy and jealousy, bubbled within her and rushed through her veins. Everything was so perfect for Sara, she was a year younger then Tiffany, being only fifteen, but she had a boyfriend who was handsome and loving, she was never put through what Tiffany was, and she was also pretty. Tiffany was beautiful, but she just didn't believe she was, because no one had made her feel beautiful. Sara had an innocent angelic face, but Tiffany believed Sara was far from innocent, she had lively electric blue eyes and long, wavy ash brown hair. Her body was slender and she had long slim legs, which she didn't mind showing off.

Tiffany watched silently and secretly from her bedroom window, she watched them together, Sara and her boyfriend Ricky, the way he held her lovingly and pecked her on the cheek. Sara was prancing around in her tight blood-red t-shirt which showed the outline of her perky breasts and she was wearing tiny shorts which she must of squeezed into. Ricky Noon, her boyfriend, was a handsome stallion, with his soot black hair slicked back and his ivy green eyes flashing wildly as he roamed around topless, showing his muscular body. Sara noticed Tiffany in the window and asked kindly "come out, we're gonna' go swimming"

Tiffany looked at her sister almost pitifully, before shaking her head and answering "I can't...I've got to, take care of mom", Tiffany then turned back and retreated to her bedroom. She didn't have to take care of her mom, not then anyway, she just hated swimming. She loved the feeling of freedom she tasted, as she elegantly swam in the water, but she despised revealing her body. She imagined people, gawping at her as if she was a piece of meat. Tiffany hadn't been swimming, since she visited the lake in the park with her father. From her bedroom, Tiffany could hear her mother, she was drunk as per usual, "why'd you die, why'd you leave me" she sobbed in the livingroom about Bob Valentine, Tiffany's deceased father. Sara escaped these rants, it was Tiffany who suffered, she was forced to listen to Marilyn as she bragged about her "Bobby" and how brilliant he was. Tiffany knew, he was just a monster and her mother was just a delusional alcoholic.

It destroyed Tiffany just that little bit more everyday, when she saw that picture of her father which her mother treated like a shrine, one day Tiffany knew there would be nothing left to destroy. It was his piercing green eyes that pierced her soul, she had the same striking green eyes, everyone who knew her had always commented on how much she looked like her father. It was a coincidence, that everytime Tiffany looked at her reflection in the mirror, she saw the monster that violated her. The pain that Tiffany suffered was unbearable, but the events which had taken place after the rape were even worse.

Tiffany's eyes were blood-shot from crying all night, once she had arrived home back from the terrifying trip to the lake, she had crawled into bed and sat in the fetal position all night. She felt ashamed and hurt, betrayed by the most important man in her life. She was devastated, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes until she saw nothing but sparkles, Tiffany knew that this was no nightmare she would wake up from. This was reality, she'd have to live with it for the rest of her life, she'd have to re-live the horrific experiance everytime she drifted of to sleep. She felt dirty and unclean, the pain had seemed to ease but the mental damage she knew would be with her forever, her mental health was permanantly scarred. She was starving, her stomach was yearning for food, but she wouldn't leave the security of her bedroom. She was scared of him.

Slowly climbing of the bed, she scurried quietly to the door and slowly opened it, peeking out she noticed her mother stumbling down the hallway. She sighed with relief, she knew she could talk to her mother, surely her mother loved her enough to help her, to save her. "Mom" she yelled to capture Marilyn's attention

"What's wrong" slurred Marilyn as she wiped the drool from her mouth, before adding "have you been, crying...why are your eyes, they're all blood-shot"

"Mom" whimpered Tiffany as she clung onto Marilyn's gown

"Baby, what's wrong"

"It's daddy" Tiffany mumbled as Marilyn pulled her closer and cradled her in her arms

"What's wrong, is daddy, is he okay"

"Mom, he touched me" began Tiffany as tears began to roll down her cheeks, before she sobbed hysterically "at the lake, he took me away...away from them all, then he took away my clothes". It caught her off guard, Tiffany felt a balled fist make contact with her stomach, her breath instantly left her for dead as she doubled over. Her knees buckled from the force of the blow, as her crumpled body hit the ground, she gasped for air, but oxygen eluded her grasp. She looked up at Marilyn who sneered at her with a look of disapointment and disgust on her face, before Marilyn screamed crying "how...how can you, make up these evil lies. How could you, you don't talk about daddy, not in that way".

Chapter 2 finished

Authors note: Tiffany's tragic past is now getting revealed, what do you think of Tiffany, now you see her as a victim of abuse herself. Please let me know, what you think about the characters and the story. Chucky will soon be making an appearance too, hope you're excited.