End of the line/ a Chucky story

Piece of shit

TW: abuse, you can click off the chapter now if this is a very sensitive and serious topic to you, anyways continue at your own risk.

Blake burst through the door obviously pissed from a night out drinking.
He paraded around the house slurring his words and throwing stuff on the floor.
Tom, hearing this, stuffed Chucky into a trunk under his bed.
Blake drunkenly opened toms door.
"W-w-what-" Blake let out a burp mid sentence before continuing.
"Are you doing you little cunt." Blake hissed through his teeth.
Tom stared at him with a slight flash of fear in his eyes.
"WHAT ARE YOU HIDING?!?!" Blake screamed. Letting out another burp.
Tom stared before retaliating.
"Nothing you absolute slob of a man." Blake said in a very calm tone.
Blake didn't take that very well and grabbed one of toms trophy's.
"SLOB THIS!!!" Blake screamed as he struck Tom in the face over and over and over again.
Chucky hearing this from inside the trunk was pissed.
He kept quiet, planning a surprise for the alcoholic prick that night.
Tom now had a scar on his face and was now bleeding.
Blake scoffed and then smirked with glee, Blake limped downstairs before then turning on an episode of family guy.