For Shoppergurl ch2

Mother ch2

‘Did you, want to, be the one who pushed me off the wall,
Did you, want to, be the one who let me fall.’ – Seether – ‘Out of My Way’

‘Why don't you let me be,
and I'll pretend I'm well.
Cuz you're blind to see,
and I'm too tired to tell. - Seether – ‘Plastic Man’

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“Mummy, where’s dad?”

Tiffany stiffened and turned to her son, trying to blink the tears away but unable to disguise the look of anguish clear within her eyes.

“He’s, he’s out drinking honey, he’ll be back later…” She turned back to the laundry and picked up one of Chucky’s shirts. Staring at it with an unreadable expression, Tiffany crumbled, her frame suddenly wracked by forceful sobs, tears spilling down her cheeks, carefully applied mascara creating dark streams over her pale cheeks.

Glen started, fear lacing through his gut. “Mum?!” He moved forwards and put his hand tentatively on her shoulder. At getting no response except for louder and harsher wails, he shifted closer and hugged her. Tiffany held him tight and the young doll stroked his mother’s back comfortingly as her weeping continued.

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Damn, I feel like shit
Chucky’s vision swam in and out of focus as he stumbled down the street. He, Tiffany and Glen were living in a deserted house in the centre of the city. The morning was bright and sunny, blue with not a cloud in the sky. The paler buildings reflected the light and the infamous doll killer, currently the very drunk doll killer, found himself shielding his eyes with a hand.

He lurched against the door to the house and banged on the door. “Tiff-ANY, TIFFANY GET THE FUCKIN’ DOOR” The words, though shouted, were barely audible as language in the drunken slur that contained them.

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Tiffany held Glen against her as she opened the door. “Chucky, what time do you call this?!” The female doll felt her son clench at her hand harder as her husband came into view. His eyes were bloodshot, there were stains down his front and he reeked of alcohol.

“L-‘eave ‘m’ ‘lone Tiff.” Chucky pushed past her and made his way down the hallway. Glen whimpered and Tiffany pulled him closer. She didn’t know what was haunting her husband, but she was going to find out, for the sake of their marriage, for the sake of their son.