--Mother—

(chapter 1)

‘It's funny that way, you can get used
to the tears and the pain
what a child will believe
you never loved me’

- ‘Oh Father’ - Madonna

‘They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears
They hide in the light, so you can't see their fears
Forgive and forget, all the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child’

- ‘Hell is for Children’ – Pat Benatar

‘Somebody cries in the middle of the night
the neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late’

- ‘Concrete angel’ – Martina McBride

‘Tell me why?? Your own child...
I scream, no-one hears me
It hurt, I’m not a liar
My God, I saw you watchin'
Mommy, why?? Your own child...’

-‘Daddy’ - Korn

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A little boy sat in a darkened room. He curled up within the confines of the uncomfortable wooden chair and shivered, too scared to move. She would be home soon and then he would get it.

At the sound of the key turning in the front door lock, Chucky whimpered and buried his face in his knees. Hi breaths became shallow and fast as footsteps thundered up the stairs.

“Charles! Don’t be a rude coward; come out so mommy can talk to you. Mommy has something she wants to discuss with you!”

Biting into his trouser leg, teeth piercing through into skin, Chucky gave a low howl. The noise was swallowed by the thick material and he trembled severely as his mother hammered on his door.

“Chucky, I am warning you! Come out right now or you will be punished! Do you hear me?! Come out RIGHT NOW!”

He moved. If mommy was forced to come into his room, he’d suffer much, much worse than what he had in store for him already. Almost bent in half, he tip-toed towards the door and sadly reached for the brass knob.

The metal doorknob was cold and poisonous in his fingers as he clenched and turned it. The door opened to reveal his other glaring down at him. Barely though, he was almost taller than her now. And Chucky suspected that was the reason she hated him so much.

“Good boy, it’s nice to see you can do SOMETHING right! Come here!” she hissed down at him and gestured for him to move closer.

Terrified, anticipating the pain he was about to experience, Chucky shuffled towards his mother. She wrenched his arm and without a hint of remorse in her face, hit him square across the face.

Giving a small cry, the first hit always hurt so much, Chucky tried to stop himself from putting his hands up to defend himself, his mother HATED it when he did that. “M-Mommy... P-please stop! Mommy I l-love you and I-I’m s-sorry m-mommy!” he whimpered and looked up pleadingly into her hard eyes.

“This is for your own good, you bad child. Charles, you need to learn to be a good little boy for mommy, to LOOK UP to ME, do ya hear?!” She hit him again and twisted his arm round fiercely.

The little boy made a chocked sound and then there was a loud popping noise from within his arm and he screamed…

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“Aaaagh!” Chucky opened his bright glass eyes, the frayed plastic around them clenched with exhaustion and fear. For a moment he stared about in bewilderment and panic at the dark room before he turned to look at the sleeping form of his wife beside him, her blonde synthetic hair framing her delicate doll-face. Heaving a deep sigh, he pushed the blanket aside and clambered out of their make-shift bed.

He’d had another nightmare. They’d been getting worse and worse over the past few months. Chucky growled at the wall. “FUCK! That bitch is dead as Hell and she’s STILL giving me shit! What the fuck?!” he snarled and stared out of the window. Dawn was just breaking and already the morning birds had begun twittering into the relatively still morning air.

The serial killer had had enough. Walking over to the wooden case at the foot of the bed, he retrieved two of his favoured carving knives, tucking them skilfully into his overalls. Then, hesitantly, he tip-toed over to the bed, peering fleetingly at Tiffany’s sleeping face. He lent over and softly kissed her. “See ya Tiff, love ya.” He headed out the door.

It was time to face some demons.

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