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A Simple Act of Kindness	By : Demona_Andariel Category: -Movies Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Texas Chainsaw Massacre, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Elizabeth stared at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her hair. She needed a haircut. It was getting far to long for her liking. She needed a lot of things, actually. She was starting to go a little stir crazy, being cooped up in the house for an amount of time she was unsure of. A month, perhaps? Was this her life now? Stuck in the same house without even being able to go outside?
The family didn’t always stay inside, in fact, usually one of them stayed around to keep an eye on her, generally either Luda Mae or Thomas. Sometimes Uncle Monty “kept an eye” on her. She wanted to go out. She wanted to do something else. Sleeping, eating, cleaning, fucking, there was more to life than that. But they couldn’t trust her and she knew that.
Elizabeth cocked her head to one side and took a step back. Butterflies filled her stomach as she flattened her clothes on her body, staring back at herself. She turned to look at her side profile. She poked her still flat belly then sighed. She wasn’t pregnant. At least, she had to believe she wasn’t pregnant. She had no noticeable symptoms. She felt safe with her IUD, yet there was still that chance, however small it was. Maybe if she got pregnant she’d have more freedom. Maybe she wouldn’t be watched as carefully. Maybe she’d be able to escape.
Elizabeth shook her head to clear her thoughts and get rid of the “maybes”. She didn’t want to get pregnant. She didn’t want kids. She especially didn’t want kids for the Hewitts. Despite her acceptance of Thomas, denying him what he most wanted seemed like a proper punishment for what he did to her.
“One day at a time, Liz,” she whispered to herself. It was really the only thing she could do. The Hewitt family controlled her life now. And it was better to make the most out of her situation. She was doing what she could, which really was as simple as keeping Thomas happy. Sex and the possibility of having a child kept him happy.
“Lizzy dear,” Luda Mae called from the main floor.
Elizabeth cringed slightly. Although a common nickname for Elizabeth, she always associated being called “Lizzy” by her brother and close family and friends. It was Liz to everyone else who knew her and Elizabeth to strangers or people she didn’t like. Yet, she had a feeling if she mentioned she’d prefer to be called Elizabeth by the Hewitts they’d ignore her.
Without another glance at the mirror she walked out and into the hall, stopping in front of the stairs.
“Lizzy!” Luda Mae shouted with more emphasis behind the word. “Oh, dear,” she said, putting on her most friendly smile, noticing that Elizabeth was looking down at her. “Well come on, dear,” she said, beckoning for Elizabeth to walk down the stairs.
She did but with hesitance. “Is everything alright?” Elizabeth asked. Her heart picked up its beat when she spotted Thomas. He wore one of his better looking suits and tie. On his face was a mask. Although similar in style and look, she couldn’t help but notice that there was still something different about it.
“Of course, Lizzy,” Luda Mae said sweetly. “Everything is just fine. Come.”
Elizabeth flashed an alarmed look at Thomas who seemed to smile and nod his head. That gesture felt oddly unsettling.
“Where are we going?” she asked, as she followed the two to the front door.
“Thomas, make sure you put those boxes in the back of the truck,” Luda Mae said. She gave Elizabeth a clear once over then nodded. “Let’s go.”
A brief moment of panic hit Elizabeth. They’re going out? She stared at her arms. She wore a T-Shirt and jeans. The burn scars along her arms were plain to see. Not that she was ashamed of them. She just wasn’t a fan of people staring and asking questions. The weather and her relative comfort with the Hewitts seeing her scars, made it unnecessary for her to try and cover them up. Thomas was especially fond of looking at them.
“We ain’t got all day, Lizzy. Don’t doddle,” Luda Mae called.
Elizabeth looked up at Thomas who only smiled and nodded again.
Elizabeth followed Thomas out of the house, pausing for a moment on the front porch. It was hot and dry and not the least bit welcoming to stand there and breath the air, yet she did. She closed her eyes for a moment, relishing the thought of actually leaving the house. She walked down the small set of stairs and headed towards the truck. Thomas opened the door for her and helped her in before closing it behind her. She looked over at him in alarm as Luda Mae got in the driver’s side.
“Don’t worry, Lizzy. He’s just gonna load up the truck with the supplies we need,” Luda Mae said as she started the vehicle up.
Elizabeth buckled herself in and shrank back. Supplies? She cringed at the thought of what that could mean. She used the review mirror to watch as Thomas loaded up the back of the truck with boxes. Once he finished, he hoped in the back and closed the tailgate, giving it loud bang so Luda Mae knew she could go.
Elizabeth wasn’t sure if it was the truck or road, or both working together, but the ride was rather bumpy. The truck itself was loud due to age and most likely maintenance.
“Helping to keep the house nice and tidy is all well and good,” Luda Mae said with a chuckle, interrupting the blessed silence. “But, I think it’s time for you to actually earn your keep ‘round here.”
“Earn my keep?” Elizabeth absentmindedly asked. She was barely paying attention as her eyes wandered and examined her surroundings. She was right. There was a whole lot of nothing except for long open plains with overgrown vegetation and a forest. She could get lost in the forest, easily caught running through the plains. Fuck, there were animals around too. What if she stepped on a rattlesnake? Escape was impossible.
“We own a local gas station,” Luda Mae said. “Well, more of a general store ‘round here. My niece has been taking care of the shop while we helped you get adjusted to your new life. But she ain’t cut out for that type of work. Math was never her strong suit, nor talking to strangers. ”
Elizabeth frowned. “You want me to be a cashier in your store?” she asked.
Luda Mae flashed her a grin. “Don’t worry, Lizzy dear,” she said. “You won’t be alone. I’ll be ‘round to keep you company. If not me then Thomas. That way if something comes up we can help ya. But today it’ll be a short trip. Get you familiar with the place.”
Elizabeth looked out the window again. Escape. It had been a long while since she’d given that thought any serious consideration. Her heart fluttered a little bit. But, at least now she’d be allowed outside of the house and enjoy a new surroundings. Was this even real? She’d been cooped up for so long she figured she’d never be allowed outside. Naturally, under supervision, but that didn’t matter. They rightfully couldn’t trust her not to leave with the first stranger who would offer her a ride out of town.
Her heart skipped a beat at the thought and she stole a glance at Thomas through the rear view mirror. A twinge of regret and pain hit her momentarily. She swallowed back some saliva and returned to attention to the outside. If she left he’d be devastated and for some reason that thought hurt.
Luda Mae drove the truck round what Elizabeth could only assume was the store she’d been talking about, parking the truck in the back.
Elizabeth opened her door, making Thomas whine at her as he jumped over the side of the truck.
“Sorry,” she said softly. He clearly wanted to act the part of a gentleman. “I’ll remember next time.” She reached up and touched his mask. She’d felt the human one, this one didn’t feel the same. It still gave her the creeps. He cupped her hand then placed his own on his mask. For a moment, it looked like he was going to take it off, before he shook his head.
She examined him for a moment, before nodding her head. “I understand why you’re wearing your mask out here,” she said softly. People can be cruel. She had little doubt that he’d been made fun of for the majority of his life by strangers. “Do what you need to do to be comfortable.” She wanted to kiss him to assure him, but she wasn’t quite sure what that mask was made of. It didn’t look entirely human, luckily, but that didn’t mean much.
Not giving him the chance to try and kiss her, she turned her attention towards the building. It wasn’t what she expected. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but the building looked almost abandoned. She would have thought it was abandoned driving by it.
“Thomas, you know where to take them boxes. I’ll show Lizzy around,” Luda Mae said as she slammed the driver’s side door.
Elizabeth followed Thomas to the truck’s tailgate and reached for a box the moment Thomas lowered it. He grabbed her hand and shook his head.
“Is it that heavy?” she asked. “You’d be surprised by how much I can carry.”
Thomas gave her a look then shook his head again, letting her hand go.
“Come, Lizzy,” Luda Mae said as she grabbed Elizabeth’s arm. “That type of work is for the menfolk.”
Elizabeth allowed Luda Mae to take her into the store. For how bright and sunny the outside was, the moment they stepped into the building the world went grey. There were hardly any windows, and the ones that were around were covered with dirty off-white lace curtains, while the glass itself was almost a light shade of brown.
Luda Mae let her go. “Henrietta?” she called out as she walked towards the front.
Elizabeth examined her surroundings. The outside of the building certainly reflected the inside. The place was old, filthy and run down. The floorboards creaked with nearly each step. The Hewitt’s house was in a somewhat similar position, although Elizabeth had managed to make the parts of the house that she most frequented more presentable. This place seemed like a nightmare to try and clean. It was dark, dreary, dusty, and smelled. The backroom she was in seemed more of a storage area. She walked along the shelves, staring at the cans of food that had collected dust and cobwebs.
Shaking her head, she made her way toward the large main room that Luda Mae had gone in. Entering the bigger room, she swallowed back her urge to scrunch up her face in disgust as the smell intensified. Rotting meat.
“Lizzy, this is my niece Henrietta,” Luda Mae said as she motioned towards the woman behind the bar counter.
“Hello,” Elizabeth answered absentmindedly. It was rather rude of her not to look at Henrietta, but she couldn’t help herself. How did people live that the Hewitts? Hell, was it the whole town?
Elizabeth cleared her throat and shook her head. “Sorry. Very rude of me. Hi, Henrietta,” she said, walking towards the woman who hadn’t moved. She held out her hand.
Henrietta hesitated before shaking Elizabeth’s hand, giving her a shy smile.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Elizabeth said.
“Nice to meet you too,” Henrietta softly replied. She was older than Elizabeth, most likely closer to Thomas’s age. She was thin, sporting a pixie cut for her brown hair. Elizabeth couldn’t help but study her for a moment. Shy, yes, but there was something about her that made Elizabeth slightly wary.
“Henrietta, why don’t you show Lizzy around, get her acquainted with the store. I’m going to make sure Thomas is putting things where they belong,” Luda Mae stated. Without waiting for an answer, she walked off.
Elizabeth looked around again, easily spotting where the rotting meat smell was coming from. There was a meat display freezer that held the offending smell. She walked over to it, and swallowed back her bile. Flies swarmed the area. The freezer wasn’t working. Who knew how long it’d been since it last worked.
A hand touched her hair, making her jump.
“Beautiful,” Henrietta said softly as she lightly touched Elizabeth’s hair.
“Oh, thank you,” Elizabeth replied, gently pulling her hair away and putting it up into a ponytail.
Henrietta smiled at her.
“I’ve been meaning to get my haircut,” Elizabeth said, opting for some small talk.
Henrietta’s eyes widened. “Oh no, Lizzy,” she said. She paused for a moment. “I’m sorry. I do hope it’s alright to call you Lizzy.”
Elizabeth raised her eyebrows in surprise. That was a first. No one had asked her for permission. She pressed back the urge to say no. “That’s fine,” she replied, forcing a smile.
“You have such long beautiful hair. It would be a shame to lose it all,” Henrietta said as she touched Elizabeth’s hair again. “So soft.”
“Luda Mae’s been nice to me. Got me some supplies I asked for,” Elizabeth said. Henrietta clearly wasn’t listening as she grasped Elizabeth’s arm with the more prominent burn.
“So beautiful and yet with this ugly scar,” she commented.
Elizabeth gently pulled her arm away. “Everyone has scars, Henrietta,” she said. “Just some you can see and others you can’t. Umm… so, what is it that I’m supposed to do?”
“We don’t get many visitors around these parts,” Henrietta said. “It’s relatively peaceful. More come for the gas.”
Elizabeth nodded. She couldn’t blame them. Who would want to buy rotted meat? “Must get pretty busy at night,” she said, nodding towards the bar.
“Perhaps,” Henrietta said. “But, you won’t have to worry ‘bout that.”
Elizabeth shifted her stance uncomfortably as Henrietta examined her.
“I’m sorry, how rude of me,” Henrietta said, quickly focusing on Elizabeth’s face. “Just, we don’t get many people looking like you ‘round here. And for you to be with my cousin. Your kind of folk don’t generally look at him with kind eyes. It was his sweet nature that caught your attention wasn’t it?”
Elizabeth opened her mouth to reply but then thought better of what she was going to say. Yes, he had a sweet nature. To those he cared about. Closing her mouth, she smiled. “Are you married, Henrietta?” Elizabeth asked.
Henrietta’s face turned a deep red as she looked away, both from embarrassment and being shy. “I have not been so lucky as to find someone so sweet and caring like my cousin,” she said. Raising her eyes to look at Elizabeth, her eyes brightened. “You must come visit and have some tea with me and me ma. Do you have family?” Henrietta quickly put her hand to her mouth, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I-”
“Don’t worry, Henrietta,” Elizabeth cut in. “I do have family, but they’re estranged. My brother was the only person very close to me, but he’s gone now.”
Henrietta let out a shy smile. “Well, perhaps we could become close friends, like sisters.”
“Perhaps,” Elizabeth automatically said. It was clear that Henrietta wasn’t going to show her around, so she did so herself as she took mental notes. There was quite a bit she could do to fix up the place. Henrietta followed her.
“Are there bathrooms?” Elizabeth asked.
“Of course,” Henrietta said. She went behind the bar counter, grabbing a large wooden block that had a single key on it. “Only customers are allowed to use the bathroom.”
Elizabeth followed her outside. They walked towards another rickety shed. The smell was enough for Elizabeth’s imagination to conjure up an image of what the inside would look like. Opening the door, Elizabeth gulped. Exactly what she expected. Filthy, shit covered walls and port-o-potty. A perfect match to the rest of area.
“Thank you,” Elizabeth said with a nod of her head, doing her best not to breath in the awful smell to much.
Henrietta closed the door and the two headed back into the main building. “Only give the key to those who paid for something,” Henrietta said.
Elizabeth nodded. She looked around the main room again. Her wish to leave the Hewitt’s home had been granted. And here she was. In a building that was worst the one she’d left. From one pot into another. She snorted then started to laugh.
“Are you alright?” Henrietta asked in surprise. She looked at Elizabeth with worry.
Elizabeth nodded. “Yes, I’m fine,” she said, but she couldn’t control her laughter. What had she expected? That any place in this godforsaken hellhole would be decent and look more modern and civilized? How silly of her.
She rubbed her face with her hands, letting out a loud sigh. Her eyes noticed a figure in the corner of the main room. “I’m alright, Thomas,” she said, flashing him her best smile. He gave her a nod, raising his hands to his face. He paused then sighed before lowering them, keeping his mask on.
Suddenly, it hit her. She strode over to him, raising to her tiptoes as she grabbed his arms for support. “You did this for me?” she asked him, cocking her head to one side. “I told you I wanted to go out and you made this possible?” She gazed into his eyes, looking for the answer. She couldn’t quite read them, but he did look happy that she seemed content.
He leaned down and kissed her, and although she didn’t like the feel of his mask on her face, she didn’t pull back or away. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she let him pull her up for a moment in a tight hug, before he set her back down.
Settling back down onto her feet, she placed her hands on her hips, turned and sighed. “Well, not a bad looking little store,” she lied. How would the family feel if she cleaned up the place? Really cleaned it up? It would take her some time and a lot of energy. A project. Something to occupy her mind. It got her away from the house, away from the basement, away from the constant reminder of what was expected from her, of what had happened to her.
She was safe. A small weight lifted off her shoulders. She glanced over at Thomas who was inspecting the room. She’d done it. She never really thought about it, until that moment. Thomas had been doing little things to make her life better. Hell, he helped nurse her back to health. He left her gifts and was being more considerate during sex. The Hewitts even got most of the items on her list that she wanted. But, this was a huge step. They were taking her out of the house, out into the world where she could scream for help if she saw the opportunity.
Thomas looked down at her, feeling her stare. She smiled and leaned into him, bumping her hip against his thigh.
“Thank you, Thomas,” she said softly, wanting her words to reach him more than anyone else. “I’m really grateful.”
He beamed at her words, making her heart fluttered. She rather liked it when she made him happy.
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