Bury A Friend~

Chapter 8

You placed the plate on the coffee table, looking at the doll that was sitting in front of the tv. "Hey, Chucky!" You called out, causing him to look over his shoulder in order to look at you. "What do you want to play?"

Chucky jumped up, running over to you, full of excitement. "Truth or dare!"

You giggled, nodding as you picked him up and placed him on the couch, next to me. "Ok! You can go first."

The doll thought for a minute before he asked the question, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth." 

"What's on your bucket list?"

"Skydiving." You said with a small smile, before you asked him the same question that he had asked earlier. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare!" Chucky said, feeling brave as he smiled proudly.

"Oh! Ok. I want you to play music on my speaker."

The doll looked slightly confused, but with a small yellow glow on his pointer finger, he pointed towards your room, and  Man In The Mirror started to play.

The doll turned the music off after a few minutes, looking really confused. You giggled and got up, walking into the kitchen.

You put your plate into the sink, looking confused when you saw a box of donuts on the counter. You opened the box and grabbed a chocolate glaze, placing it in your mouth and holding it with your lips as you closed the box. You grabbed the donut and bit off the part that was in your mouth, chewing while you went and sat on the couch, next to Chucky.

You flinched when you heard a door slam and you looked over, your scared look turning into a relieved one when you saw that it was just your mom. You swallowed your bite before you waved at her, "Hey, Mama. How was work?"

Your mom looked at you with a small smile, "It was good. A little more stressful than usual, but good nonetheless."

You hummed, placing Chucky in your lap as you turned back to the tv. "Thanks for the donuts, by the way."

Your mom looked at you with a puzzled look, "What donuts?"

"The ones on the counter?" You questioned, pointing to the kitchen. You saw Chucky look at your donut in confusion, so you let him take a bite out of it, watching his expression light up at the taste of the glazed and iced donut.

"I didn't buy any donuts."

"I did." You jumped, looking over at the male that was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Shane.

"Oh. Uh. Well, thanks... I guess." You said, letting your doll take another bite out of your donut before you did the same.

You heard Shane and your mom leave the room, but you noticed they were talking kind of loudly, so you were able to overhear their conversation. "Listen, Karen, I don't think that (Y/N) likes me very much." Wow, no shit Sherlock.

"Nonsense. She just hasn't gotten over her dad yet. She'll get used to you, just like Andy did." Yeah, right. Like Andy's ever going to like that asshole.

"If that's what you think. I guess I'll just try to get her to warm up to me." Like that's ever going to happen. Not with the way you act, you motherfucker.

You heard Shane step back into the room, "Hey, Sweetheart, can we go talk in your room?"

You huffed and moved Chucky over, setting him onto the floor as you stood up, "Fine." You walked to your room, hearing Shane follow you. He walked into your room  and  you closed the door, leaning onto the door frame and started tapping your foot as you crossed your arms, raising a brow, "The fuck do you want, Asshole?"

"Oh, feisty." Shane purred, sitting on your bed, crossing one of his legs over the other. " I just wanted to talk to you, calm down, Tiger."

You growled slightly when he called you "Tiger". You uncrossed your arms, walking over to him and glaring at him. "I heard you and mom talking to eachother. Just so you know that I'm never going to warm up to you, and neither is Andy. Got it?"

Shane glared back, uncrossing his legs and standing up, grabbing your neck and walking backwards. When he reached the wall he picked you up with both hands and held you against the wall. " Don't you ever  talk to me like that, you little shit. I can treat you and your brother however I want to, got it? You don't get to tell me what to do, you little fucker. Remember that." He heard that you were gasping and noticed that tears were making their way down your cheeks, and he squeezed, causing your vision to black and your body to limp. He sneered, tossing your body to the side and opened the door, stepping out of the room and slamming the door behind him, not noticing the doll that snuck into your room.

Chucky noticed that you were laying on the floor and he ran over to you. He panicked when he thought that you weren't breathing and he frantically looked around the room.

You groaned, moving your head up and placing your hand on your forehead, trying to quench the pounding headache that was now plaguing your body. "I wish he was dead."

You didn't notice, but Chucky had heard you, and his eyes had turned into a bright, burning red. I'll make sure that he's done when I'm finished with him, I promise you, Princess.

(909 words total!! Also happy Early Christmas No more chapters until After Christmas Sorry Guys :P)