Chapter Eight
It had been a year since Chucky and Tiffany met, they were totally inseparable. Eddie was still slumming around with them but, that was because he was afraid of what Chucky might do to him if he stopped being "Friends" with him.
They were juniors in high school now. Chucky's body count was slowly rising he mostly killed hookers and stole the money they had on them. Occasionally they would break into houses and steal valuables. God help them if anyone was in the house. He took to strangling people when he couldn't get to a knife. The town was starting to refer to Chucky, unbeknownst to them as The Lake Shore Strangler. Of course he hadn't been caught yet.
Tiffany would often go with him, the look they both shared really gave Eddie the creeps but, he remained their faithful getaway driver. And of course, he too joined in at times. Sure the urge didn't hit him often but, money was money. And he needed it. Eddie ruffled his dark curls and huffed silently as he lit another cigarette. It was boring when he had nothing to do at home. He really needed a girlfriend.
Chucky was at Tiffany's that night, her father never said anything about it to her. He was still scared shitless. Tiffany's mother was drunk most of the time, too drunk to really do anything about anything. They were both in the Tiffany's room hanging out. Bradley was probably fucking his secretary again. Tiffany tried to ignore it but, she couldn't.
The thought of her father cheating on her mother with the stupid slut that took his messages and calls was a continuously poisonous thought in her mind. She had to do something about it. "I want you to do something for me," Tiffany said, making Chucky look up from Tiffany's horror video collection. She had all of the good ones.
"What's up babe?" he asked, as he chose Friday the 13th. Tiffany liked to think of it as "their" movie. That was the one she had been watching at the drive-in when Chucky had saved her from what was sure to be a violent sexual assault.
"My dad's slutty secretary needs to be taught a lesson," Tiffany said, as ideas came flooding into her mind. She wanted the bitch to pay for ruining her family, I mean seriously, who was that horrible that they'd try to take a married mad away from his family? Tiffany wanted her to suffer.
"Anything for you babe," he said, smiling darkly.
"I love you," she said, kissing him before Chucky turned back to the cassette tapes. Chucky didn't say he loved her all the time but, she knew in her heart that he did. He was a man after all.
Chucky was already gone when Tiffany's father came home. Tiffany was sitting on the couch watching Dracula (1931) it was a classic black and white film. She stayed silent, ignoring him. She knew it drove him nuts, especially with one daughter missing. "Tiffany, shouldn't you be in bed? You have school tomorrow," he said, frowning.
"Shouldn't you be in bed with mother and not Kelly," Tiffany said, making her father's face go white.
"Tiffany, don't meddle in things that are none of your business," Bradley replied, growing increasingly annoyed with Tiffany's backtalk.
"It is my business if you're screwing around on mother! It's bad enough that Jessi's gone. She probably left because she found out too. But, unlike her I won't just run away to leave mother with a louse like you!" Tiffany snapped, defiantly.
"Do not talk to me like that!" he yelled, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her up. Tiffany yelped like a wounded kitten and pulled herself out of her father's strong grasp. She knew that his fingers were going to leave bruises on her delicate skin and she cursed, pushing Bradley so that he stumbled onto the expensive antique coffee table.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed, running up the stairs to her room. Bradley ran to her room only to have the door slammed in his face.
"Tiffany! Daddy's sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you babydoll. Please open the door and let's talk about this. Please!" he begged, knocking on the door.
"Go away!" she cried, hysterically. However she felt about her father, she never expected him to grab her like that. He'd never put his hands on her so violently. She heard his footsteps walk away and cried silently. It was perhaps a good thing that her mother was passed out from the alcohol. Had she been awake, things really might have gotten out of hand. Tiffany gazed at her disheveled reflection.
Her mascara was running and her lipstick had been smudged in the ensuing chaos. Tufts of her hair were out of its ponytail, and her clothes were in disarray. There was a tear in the collar and she could still smell the stink of whiskey and cigars from his clothes and breath, on her clothes and in her hair. The odor was nauseating. And yet, it gave her the motivation for what she and Chucky were going to do tonight.
She waited another hour before getting ready to meet Chucky and Eddie down the street so that her father didn't hear the van Eddie drove. Climbing down the trellis, Tiffany exhaled slowly, God she was upset. But, tonight she would get back at her father and that slut. Tiffany pulled her short hair up and then pulled the hood of her zip-up sweater over her hair. Her combat boots were laced tightly over her fishnet stockings, she wore a dark purple tee-shirt dress that had Alice Cooper emblazoned on the front of it.
Eddie's van was parked by a street light and barely visible which, really was how it needed to be. Eddie and Chucky were leaning again the van, Eddie smoking as usual and Chucky looking relaxed. Tiffany ran to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed passionately while Eddie finished his cigarette and rolled his eyes. "Come on guys. We gonna do this shit or not?" Eddie complained, making Chucky and Tiffany both roll their eyes as well.
"Keep your fucking pants on Eddie," Chucky retorted, as he and tiffany stopped embracing. The three of them climbed into the van while Tiffany gave Eddie the directions to the slut's house. She knew where the bitch lived because she went through her father's date book, the cheating lowlife writes everything down.
Kelly lived in one of those cookie cutter houses, with a cutesy mailbox and flowers planted in the yard. Tiffany just shoved the image of her father coming here to fuck her, out of her mind. Though, the rage it provided helped her. It helped her to be sure that she was going to go through with what she had planned. Eddie parked down the street so that when they were done, they could make a quick and easy get away. It was a cloudless night, the moon was out, and Tiffany wished that she could be having a romantic night with Chucky but, that would have to wait.
Tiffany and Chucky stood in front of the door before Chucky rang the doorbell. It took the slut about two minutes to open the door. "Uh can I help you?" she asked, clearly not recognizing Tiffany.
"Yes, my girlfriend and I aren't from around here and our van broke down. Our friend Neil is waiting in the van. My name is Brad and this is Jennifer. Would you mind if we used your telephone?" Chucky said, in his charismatic way. Chucky had this way about him that made everyone think he was completely incapable of being dangerous. How wrong they were.
"Oh um, sure," she said, letting Chucky and Tiffany inside. She looked at Chucky like she was sizing him up. The lust in her eyes was infuriating to Tiffany. First her father and now the bitch was trying to hone in on Chucky? This bitch was going to die. Tonight.
Tiffany looked around and let out a barely audible gasp. On her coffee table were gifts, and letters from her father. The gold digging slut. "Rich boyfriend?" Tiffany asked, casually.
"Oh yeah, my boss. He's married but, he's going to leave his pathetic alcoholic wife of his soon," she answered, taking a sip from the wineglass she held. Her words were slightly slurred and it looked like she was trying too hard to keep her eyes focused. Her straight blonde hair was a little mussed, and her hot pink lipstick was smeared. There were bite marks and hickeys on her neck and very visible cleavage.
Tiffany could feel herself begin to lose it. Chucky was in the other room pretending to use the phone.
"He must be a total catch, huh?" Tiffany continued, watching the slut closely.
"Yeah, only..he doesn't want to leave his wife until his daughter is found and the other one leaves home," Kelly replied, sloshing more wine into her glass.
"Oh he has kids?" Tiffany asked, continuing the charade.
"Yep, two bratty teenaged nightmares. One is a freak and the runaway was a brat," Kelly said, shrugging.
"You know, it's pretty fucked that you would be with a married man knowing that he has a wife and family. Doesn't the sanctity of marriage mean anything to you?" Tiffany asked, fingering the gun in her bag. Eddie had gotten it for her from one of his skeezy "friends". It could never be traced to any of them. The numbers were filed off and everything.
"Whatever. He has money and that's all that's important to me. Plus, I have someone on the side," she said, laughing shrilly.
Tiffany pulled the gun out and pointed it at her. "Look at me," Tiffany said, through gritted teeth. Kelly looked at her and gasped, backing into the couch so that she fell into a sitting position. The wine spilled onto her pink dress and she cursed.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she asked, sobering up quickly.
"My name isn't Jennifer, Kelly. My name is Tiffany Valentine. I'm Bradley's eldest. And tonight, you're going to learn why you don't go after married men or taken men whatsoever. It's like my mother always says you can always smell it, on girls who sell it."
Kelly's eyes widened in fear as Chucky walked out of the bedroom. "Your dad's been a busy man Tiff," he said, dropping more boxes of jewelry with notes from Bradley attached to them. Tiffany scoffed before turning to face Kelly again.
"P-please, don't do anything to me please? I'll leave Bradley, I'll move out of town just please…let me go," she begged, making Tiffany smile.
"Too late, it's time for you to be the humiliated one," Tiffany said, as Chucky walked up behind Kelly and put his knife to her throat. She whimpered again, as Chucky taped her mouth shut with duct tape. Her hands were tied behind her back and her mascara ran down in blackened tears.
"God you are so sexy Babe," Chucky said, laughing his laugh that she loved so much.
Tiffany laughed with him as she wrapped a black silk scarf around Kelly's neck and tightened it. She strangled her while Chucky laughed again. He loved seeing Tiffany kill. Tiffany let the scarf loose when Kelly finally passed out. Her shallow breathing alerted Tiffany to the fact that she was still alive. Tiffany inhaled and that's when she let loose. She grabbed a Ballet trophy off of the slut's mantle and screamed as she began bludgeoning Kelly.
She laughed and screamed as she let all of her rage loose on the unconscious woman. By the time Tiffany finally stopped, her arms were aching and Kelly was no longer recognizable. Her head and face looked like red mush and blood spattered everything, including Chucky and Tiffany. She dropped the ballet trophy and Chucky quickly wiped any prints on it away. He grabbed Tiffany's hand and pulled her out of the house, the two of them laughing quietly while they ran to Eddie's van. As soon as they got into the van, Eddie gave them a disgusted sort of look but, said nothing. They changed clothing and incinerated the blood spattered clothes before Eddie drove back to Tiffany's.
"That was so hot Tiff. I'll see you tomorrow okay?" he said, kissing her on the mouth. He smiled her favorite smile as he walked her to the trellis.
"I love you Chucky," Tiffany said, hugging him tightly.
"Me too Tiff," he said, kissing her once again. She watched him disappear into the darkness before she climbed the trellis and put on her pajamas. She slept better than she had in a long time that night, knowing that she had done right. She had gotten rid of one of the problems in her parents' marriage. That should teach her father that bad things happen to selfish and immoral people.
Her last thought was of Chucky's mouth on hers and she smiled before falling into a peaceful sleep.
AAAND here it is WAAAAY overdue. Seriously though, I'm super sorry about the extremely long wait for this chapter. There has been a lot keeping me from completing this chapter but, I finished! Though it was not my best. The names Chucky gave Kelly were the first names of the Actors and Actress who played them. Brad Dourif has been Chucky since Day one and Eddie was played by Neil Giuntoli, while Tiffany was of course played by the sensual and sexual Jennifer Tilly.