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The Chucky I Know

         Wednesday 5:00 AM.

After I've snoozed my alarm four times I figured I should probably get up now. All my bags are packed, my father told me I only really needed my clothes and toiletries because the apartment awaiting my arrival is already furnished.

I rub my eyes trying to wake myself up, then crawl out of bed, then make my way to the shower. Once I wrapped my damp body in a towel I head back to my bedroom to get 'airport ready' airport ready is a fashion term I've created for the few times I've traveled around with my father for business, the fashion statement usually consists of a large oversized hoodie with a loose pair of jogging pants, paired with my favorite running sneakers. I throw my hair back into a braid, then make my bed before heading down the stairs.

"Ive already put your bags into the trunk, we'll stop for breakfast on the way to the airport." My father says standing by the door.

I plug my earphones into my phone, then bend down to scratch Chucky's head before he has the chance to swipe or hiss at me, but he doesn't. What he does do surprises me. For the first time since I've found him, he's actually showing fondness towards me by rubbing against my legs.

"Well, this is a first." I smile, and pick him up to give him kiss goodbye, as soon as my lips reach the top of his head that's when the claws come out and he hits my chin before jumping out of my arms and running off into the living room.

"Theres the Chucky I know."

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Once we pull into the airport parking lot I finish eating my breakfast sandwich before grabbing my coffee and hopping out of the truck, my parents get out to help me take my luggage out of the trunk and we walk in together.

Once it's time to board the flight I can see my parents becoming a little teary eyed, as am I. I pull them both in for a group hug, kissing my father on his cheek and my mom on her forehead. We exchange goodbyes and I get onto my flight.

I head down the row looking for seat 18, which luckily for me is in fact a window seat. I hate window seats. I am already a very nervous flyer, sitting next to a window does not help any.

As I'm shoving my suitcase in the overhead cupboard a tall and thin blonde woman approaches me, I almost mistake her as a flight attendant in her short pencil skirt and blazer. I see that she's looking at her ticket and I realize she must be in seat 17, so I quickly shut the storage cabin and get into my seat so she can do the same.

I notice how she keeps glancing at me whenever I make a movement, almost as if she was scared of me? I choose to ignore it, pull my hood over my head and turn up my music, and attempt to sleep this hour long flight.

About 20 minutes in, I start feeling nauseous and anxious and uneasy, so I grab my backpack and a bottle of water. I can feel a pair of two brown makeup caked eyes staring at me and I turn my head to meet gaze with the flight attendant look alike.

"Its only gravol." I state staring back at her mortified face. "The non-drowsy kind."

I give her a tight lipped smile and swallow back the pill, before attempting to get comfortable again.

I managed to stay relaxed and calm the remainder of the flight, even with uptight Nancy sitting next to me.

As the plane lands a wave of relief washes over me, and I immediately stand up. Once the blonde woman moves from beside me I get off the plane.

I begin walking through the airport and down the large stairs to the pick up station to call an uber. As i'm pulling out my cellphone to call, I look up and notice the tall, extremely handsome man, dressed in a black suit holding up two white signs, one reading the name 'Kelly Francis'. And the other 'Eliana Cameron'.  So I place may phone back in my hoodies pocket and begin heading towards my name when uptight Nancy greets the man first, introducing herself as Kelly Francis.