Glen's P.O.V

'They should be here already. What if they got caught?'

Just that minute, the door slammed open. Glenda and dad stood there with two different emotions. Chucky seemed to be pretty proud, but Glenda looked to be sad and slightly disturbed.

"Hey! Are you guys up yet?!" Glenda yelled annoyed.

"Glenda, you could wake the dead." I answered just a annoyed.

She gave me a quick 'corner of the eye glare.' I sighed as I rolled my blue marble eyes.

"Hey no arguing. That's MY specialty." Chucky laughed holding his thumb to his chest.

"Excuse me, but don't you have to say something, dad?" Glenda asked smiling wildly.

I wasn't sure why she was smiling, but it had to be good. I turned to my dad trying to look serious so he would say what he had to say. He gave an annoyed face, like a face that said 'I want to punch you in the face, but I can't'

"Fine! Glenda, your scars aren't THAT bad. They look kind of...nice on you. There I did it! Are you happy now?!" He quietly yelled and then sighed as rolled his eyes and waited for us to laugh.

He looked to the floor, waiting for a roomful of laughter to thicken the air. He didn't hear any laughter, not even a snicker. He looked up curious about the silence. He saw Glenda and I trying our hardest to keep the bundles of laughter in. Our eyes were watering, our hands over our mouth and belly because it hurt our stomach so bad.

"Just let it out!" Chucky yelled sternly.

Laughter burst out until it was the silent kind of laughter. We couldn't breathe! We settled down and gasped for air. Chucky looked at the ceiling embarrassed.

"Uhhhhhhahahehe!" Glenda giggled as she swiped away a tear.

"What is going on?" Tiffany asked as she rubbed her deep green eyes.

Chucky growled at the knowledge that he had to explain. Glenda and I turned to each other then started giggling once again. Tiffany shot us a glare, meaning we had to be quiet now. We stopped and waited patiently for Chucky's reply.

"I...Uh..." He stuttered as he looked at his bloody red shoes and scratched the back of his neck.

"Come on Chucky. It can't be that bad." Tiffany asked with a worried look on her stitched, yet still beautiful face.

Glenda and I were starting to giggle again at mum acting worried over a small joke.

"He gave me a compliment!" Glenda burst out, leaking with laughter.

"Oh. Chucky, hehe. Dear, it's not that...heha...bad...hehehemhamhm." Tiffany explained trying not to burst into laughter.

"Whatever! I don't care!" He yelled trying to look serious and tough.

Glenda's P.O.V

'Could he be any worse at acting?'

"Oh, my god! Just admit it! You have a soft spot!" I yelled with an ear to ear grin.

"NO. I. DON'T!" He yelled as he punched a stack of boxes.

The cardboard boxes fell, revealing the hidden secrets. Newspapers fluttered in the air before hitting the dusty floor. My eyes wandered through the black and white titles and pictures.

"What the..." I gasped in awe as I bent over and picked up an old newspaper.

I held it close as I read the title 'Fire causes death to Eddie Caputo!' The title was circled in a deep red marker along with the picture and paragraph. My eyes turned to the story.

'Eddie Caputo (The lakeshore stranglers partner) was killed early yesterday morning in a house fire. Police say he lived like a homeless person, living in abandoned houses and on the street. Reports also say the house he was currently living in had a record of electrical problems, The fire department assume this is the most reasonable explanation for his death. A woman, reporting herself as Caputo's girlfriends says "He was murdered and had nothing to do with Charles Lee Ray. He was a kind man and a great father to our 7 month baby, Alice."

"Well that's a lie. Wait, he didn't tell me he had a daughter! Now I feel kind of bad! Dang it, Eddie, I hate you!" Chucky yelled annoyed as he read over my shoulder.

"Why do they have these?" I asked peeking over the newspaper at the other ones, scattered all over the floor.

"I don't know. But it's weird." He replied as he picked up another one.

"Alice Caputo gets accused of murder." Chucky read aloud. "Alice Caputo, daughter of Eddie Caputo, was found at the murder scene of May Preal late yesterday night. When asked "what happened?" She responded clearly "What does it look like happened? We did ballet?! Your the detectives figure it out yourself." She is currently in questioning at the Chicago police department. Further investigation is planned." Chucky read, as his mouth dropped open.

Before we could look for more newspapers, we heard loud thumping coming up the steps. We instantly went into Barbie mode. A woman appeared at the doorway. She had brown curly hair, dark brown eyes and a stare that could burn through anything.

I watched as she carefully stepped towards the mess of newspapers. She looked confused as she came closer. Her confusion became a worried look. She slowly reached into her jean pocket and slipped out a gun. She wandered around the attic as my eyes followed her steps.

"Huh." She sighed confused.

She came back to the mess we-Chucky made. She bent down to pick them up, but finally noticed us. She continuously stared at me.

"Alice! Where are you?" A voice yelled from downstairs.

The woman jumped at the sudden voice but answered back as her heart started to slow again.

"Yeah, uh, I'm just upstairs!" She replied with her hand holding her chest.

The woman quickly sat up and raced out of the attic.

"Alice, eh?" Chucky said interested as he heard her thump down the stairs.

A/N...Sorry for the wait, I just started school this week and it was hard.