For 11 years of her life, Hope didn't have a meaning at life until Chucky and Tiffany showed her to embrace her inner self. Follow the crazy journey of Hope Andrea Valentine-Ray.
Pairing: HopexCarrie
Hope is Gip!
Warning: cursing, mentions of rape...
I'm taking another shower before getting ready for school. 'Last night was fun' I think walking downstairs with my backpack, keys, and phone.
"Happy Birthday!" My family yells firing their confetti cannons. I laughs as the twins hug me before dragging me to the table.
Mom set down a plate of pancakes with strawberries on top and strawberries syrup in front of me. "Thank you," I tell her and she smiles at me. Everybody sits down on the table.
"Your mom and I got you a present," dad says giving me a small box. I open it and grab the items looking at them in awe.
"We figured you need some weapons of your own. Now you can spice it up with style," dad cackles cutting and stabbing his food from his spot at the head of the table.
I inspect the switchblade and the brass knuckles in awe. "Awesome," I whisper as a claw blade springs out from the side of the brass knuckles.
"Thank you guys. They're awesome," I giggle twirling the switch blade around in my hand. Mom nods with a smirk and got up from the table and walks off.
I eat some of my food and watch as the twins grab their gifts. "Here you go, Hope," Glenda exclaims handing me something that's wrapped up in colored tissue paper.
I take a sip of my drink before opening it carefully. Inside there's a beautiful black bracelet with a small metal rose. "Thank you , Glenda. It's beautiful," I put it on then give them a kiss on the head.
Glen hands me his gift and I open it carefully. "Aw, thanks Glen. It's beautiful," I tell them pulling out a blue leather necklace that also has a silver metal feather.
I put it on and fix my hair before leaning over kissing their red cheek. "We also did this before we came home last night," Mom says handing me a small stack of photos then goes and sits down on her chair to eat.
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I look through them, a devilish smirk growing on my lips. There lies the dad from yesterday who called me a freak/dyke and the mom who called the twins monsters butchered on a bed naked but covered in a thin sheet.
"Turns out they were having an affair so they were easy to kill and torture since we interrupted their special night in that hotel," Dad evilly cackles, pulling out a bloody knife and uses it to cut his food.
I laugh, killing two bitches with one knife. I finish the rest of my food while looking at the pictures. They really did a number on them. Like I said, mom and dad get pissed when somebody messes with their kids.
After finishing my food and putting my plate in the sink I jog upstairs to my room and put my gifts except for the necklace and bracelet on my desk.
