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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 sat on her bed, towel wrapped around her body, wet hair plastered on her face. It had been two days since the mention of a large Texan celebration of her "marriage" to Thomas. It hadn't been talked about since. Not even a hint. She wasn't quite sure if that was a good or bad thing. But then again, it wasn't as if the family would consult her on anything.
Her own thoughts were in internal turmoil. She loved him? She loved him. He made her heart flutter, made her want to walk around town and show herself hanging off his arm knowing that she was a prize. It would make others talk, make them jealous of him. And that revelation came out all thanks to Handsome Jack.
She let out a sigh, dropping back onto the bed. She had spent the last two days mulling things over in her mind. He didn't deserve her. Not after what he'd done. What his family did. What they were all still doing. She was still a prisoner. She still had to walk on eggshells around them. She didn't feel safe enough to try and rock the boat. To make demands. She had no choices.
That was what frustrated her most. She'd done her best to prove that she was trustworthy. Of course, at first, it was to escape. But, the day they took her to the general store to actually work the thought hadn't entered her mind. Not until they returned home. Getting out of the truck that first day, she realized she could have escaped, and she didn't. She had chalked it up to her just not wanting to rock the boat. Not wanting to risk making her life worse if she got caught.
Handsome Jack opened her eyes to her own actual feelings. Somewhere, at some point in the last month, she'd fallen for Thomas. She didn't want to run away, because she didn't want to hurt him. He was so sweet and protective of her in a way that no one else had ever been.
But, he wanted children. He wanted them badly. And she wasn't prepared to have any yet. A new fear had been added to her list of not wanting to get pregnant. One she didn't expect.
Thomas's attention was almost solely on her most days. For him, it used to be that he was watching her so she wouldn't escape. But that had shifted into him trying to make her happy. No one had ever paid attention to her in such a manner. If she had a child, his child, she'd lose that.
She could already picture it. Herself becoming a shadow in the corner while the family paid attention to the child they so desperately wanted. She'd be alone again. The only attention she'd get would be to have another child. It was selfish, but she wanted to be loved as well.
Damn Thomas! He had to show her attention, the kind she'd never really gotten before. Not from another person who was intimate with her. She wasn't ready to lose that. She didn't want to be alone again.
The door opened and she quickly sat up, wiping her eyes. Shit! She had started to cry.
Thomas stepped in, eyes sparkling as he smiled. He held a bag in his hand.
"Mornin'," she said pleasantly, forcing a smile.
His smile faded as he quickly went over to her. His hands gently pressed her cheeks and he let out a little sound of concern.
"It's nothing," she lied, placing her hands on his. "Just been a little emotional recently. What's that?" She hoped that the change of subject would distract him.
He frowned, not immediately answering. Then he took a step back and held out the bag to her.
"It isn't my birthday," she commented. She hesitated for a moment before taking it. It was the first time he'd physically given her anything. Every little item she'd received had been left in a spot she could see.
The bag wasn't very heavy. She set it on her lap and slowly opened it, revealing its contents. Giving Thomas a look, she pulled out the pretty pink sundress. He liked it when she wore dresses. She was just fine wearing them, as long as it was at home.
"Thank you," she said, setting it back down on her lap. "I'll wear it tomorrow." She set it to one side and got up, heading towards the dresser. He got in the way and shook his head pointing to the bed.
She looked up at him then at the dress. "Thomas," she said slowly, trying to hide her panic. "You… I would rather go to the store in something else."
He set his big hands on her shoulders and shook his head, nodding to the dress again.
She gave him a look, opened her mouth to protest, but the determination in his eyes told her it was a losing battle.
"Alright, Thomas," she said softly, resigning herself to wearing what he wanted her to wear now. "Alright." Yet another choice was made for her.
She took the dress and stepped into the bathroom. It was pretty. Brightening her skin and hugging her in all the right places. It still boggled her mind that Thomas had dresses for her. A part of her wanted to know where he got them from, while another part suspected she wasn't going to like the answer.
She rubbed the visible scarred skin, butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
"You were just fine with the way you looked before," she chastised herself. "Not like he's Prince Charming in looks." Smoothing out the dress, she walked out of the bathroom.
Thomas stood up from the bed and looked at her. His eyes widened ever so slightly and then he smiled.
"Happy?" she asked.
He nodded his head enthusiastically and bent down to kiss her. She kissed him back. Then smoothed out his clothes. As usual, he was dressed in a suit and tie. Never one not to dress up, even when he wore his butcher's apron he wore pieces of his suit. Was that why he wanted her to wear dresses? Match him in style? She wasn't sure. Didn't matter though. She dropped her arms to her side and started to head towards the door, but he stopped her. The mood changed suddenly as if he were nervous. He looked down and then back up at her before holding his arm out.
"Aren't you being fancy?" she teased, but she slipped her arm under his and allowed him to lead her out. The two walked down the stairs to the main floor. Elizabeth slipped her arm out of Thomas's and walked to the door, only for him to place his hand on her shoulder and stop her.
She looked back at him, her heart started to pick up its pace. What was happening? She couldn't help but be a little bit afraid of new situations.
"Now, I think I've packed everything that you would need," Luda Mae said as she walked out of the kitchen with a basket in her arms. Thomas quickly took it from his mother and then turned to look at Elizabeth.
"A picnic?" she asked.
"Thomas wanted to take you out to lunch. I told him a girl like you would appreciate a picnic," Luda Mae stated.
"Oh." It was the only word that Elizabeth could say.
"Here, dear," Luda Mae said as she handed a closed parasol to Elizabeth. "Protect you from the sun."
She felt numb. She wasn't quite sure what to think. She hadn't expected this turn of events.
"You kids have fun," Luda Mae said.
Thomas extended his arm for Elizabeth once again. She slipped her arm in his and stepped out with him onto the porch. He waited for a moment so she could open the parasol before walking out into the sun.
A picnic. Just her and Thomas. They'd been left alone before, but he'd never taken her anywhere. She didn't say anything, letting him lead her where he wanted to go.
She wasn't sure how long they walked. He led her into the forest at the back of the house. They passed near a trailer home but didn't stop, continuing deeper. Just when she started to gather her courage to ask, the dark forest lightened up. They both walked into a little meadow.
Thomas took them towards the other side so that they could sit in the shade. He set the basket down on the ground and pulled out the blanket that was on top. She wasn't sure what to think as he laid the blanket down and then motioned for her to sit down. He took out the food and set it down between them before sitting down himself.
She reached for the plates, but he let out a little huff.
"No?" she asked when she looked up at him.
He shook his head.
She sat back, placing her hands on her lap as she watched him. Once he was satisfied, he sat down. He gave her a quick look before picking up an apple in one hand and an orange in the other. He held both out to her and waited.
She started to reach for them, but he pulled his hands back and shook his head. She paused, bringing her hands to her chest. She couldn't help but give him a confused look. Then, it suddenly hit her.
"Do you," she paused. "Do you want to know which one I like?"
He enthusiastically nodded his head, raising his hands and watching her. She gave him another look then reached out and took the apple.
"I like apples," she said.
He smiled at her and nodded. He sat back and started peeling the orange.
"I don't hate oranges," she added. "I just prefer apples. If it were up to me. But, not all the time."
He watched her before nodding his head.
Spotting a knife, she picked it up. He grabbed her wrist in a panic, making her jump.
"Do you really think I'd hurt myself? After all this time?" she asked.
It took him a moment, but he slowly let her hand go. Still, he watched her like a hawk as she sliced the apple into small pieces.
Setting the knife down, she picked up one of the pieces and handed it to him.
"Do you want one?" she asked.
He hesitated, but took it from her fingers, popping the piece into his mouth. His eyes went down to his orange. He eagerly peeled it then pulled out the first wedge and handed it to her. She smiled as she took it from his fingers.
They sat there, slowly eating their fruit, and stared out into the meadow. It was a lovely day. The hot Texas sun was actually bearable as a little breeze enveloped them.
"Thomas?" she asked, playing with the last slice of her apple. She felt him look over at her. "Are we-" she paused and looked up at him. "Are we on a date?"
He nodded as if that were obvious. And it was. But, she couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that he took her on a date. She looked away, tapping her finger on the last apple slice.
"Is it because I told you you didn't know me?" she asked, returning her gaze to him.
He nodded again.
Once again, she couldn't help but look away as her brain slowly processed what was happening.
"I like watermelons more," she said, leaning back. "I'm allergic to strawberries."
His eyes lit up at her words. He looked around then picked up the orange and nodded to her.
"You like oranges?" she asked.
He nodded his head enthusiastically.
"What about apples?" she asked.
He shook his head.
Her eyes widened and then she busted out laughing. "Why didn't you let me know? It wouldn't have hurt my feelings if you refused the piece of apple I gave you," she said. Although, it would have confused her.
His cheeks colored ever so slightly.
There was no choice or question when it came to the meal. Luda Mae had made meatloaf. But then again, it would have been a lot of work to prepare different dishes.
Thomas handed her a plate and she took it setting it on her lap.
"I don't like meat," she stated. She felt his eyes on her and raised her head. "Not-" she paused. "I mean, in general." She waved her hands in the air. "I've never been a fan of eating meat."
He broke her gaze, staring at the ground for a moment before shaking his head.
She let out a sigh and started eating. It was a long shot, she knew that. Not that she was lying about eating meat. She never really liked the taste of it or the smell.
"It's because," she started then paused, staring at the plate. "I get these moments, where I'll smell burning flesh." She moved the fork around on the plate, picking at the meatloaf. She hated talking about the fire and that night. "So I try to avoid meat." She forced herself to dig into her plate and take a bite. Starving was not an option.
Thomas stared at her, but she didn't look at him.
"I went back for him," she said, breaking the silence and setting her food down. "My brother. Like I said, mom, dad, and I got out. It was stupid. I went out back in to save him. I didn't think the fire was that bad. But it was. Luckily, the firefighters arrived when they did. I probably would have been as bad as my brother. If I was." She paused then shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Mom and dad make money. Probably would have set us up with caretakers or something."
She stared out into the meadow for a while.
"It was always us," she continued. "My brother and I. Mom and dad wanted us to be independent as soon as possible so they raised us that way. But, I don't know. I guess I saw my brother was weaker. So I always did what I could to protect him. And then after the fire, he was weaker."
She leaned back, planted her hands behind her on the blanket, and stretched out her legs. She let out a loud sigh then finally turned her gaze to Thomas. He was watching her intently, probably had been the whole time.
Fuck it. She got up and walked over to him. She straddled him to have her face closer to his.
"I'm not going to lie to you. It's sometimes hard," she admitted. "Forgetting what you did."
He clenched his jaw and started to look away, but she forced him back to face her.
"Honestly, I kinda blame you less than the rest of your family. They knew better. They know how to use you. But your actions ultimately were up to you. And you hurt me. You scared me."
His face moved as he clenched his jaw, uncomfortable with her words.
"You've made it, weird," she continued. "I shouldn't like you. Not for what you did to me. I shouldn't forgive you. But I do. Because I realized something. I-" she paused. To give him that power? "You protect me. And, I understand that. It's what I did for my brother. I fiercely loved him and would have died for him if I had to. And, you feel the same way for me."
His eyes shone with pride at her words.
"Thank you. For trying to make up for it. You don't have to. You could have kept me afraid, a prisoner. I have no power here. You don't have to protect me like you do. And because of that protection, I understand this part of you. No one has ever done this for me."
Her heart picked up its beat. Dare she?
"Thomas," she said slowly. She paused for a moment and gulped. "I have lived a life where my choices were always my own. And you and your family took that away from me. I would like more freedom. Please. I…"
He shifted under her. Clearly uncomfortable with the request he knew she was going to make. She looked away for a moment to stare at the grass then back at him. It was asking for too much, wasn't it? "Will you be honest with me?"
He nodded his head. She wasn't quite sure she believed him. But she had to try. What was the worst that could happen? She let out a loud sigh and settled better on his lap, planting her knees on the ground.
He hesitated a moment, then slowly wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Do you only like me because I'm mostly pretty on the outside?"
His eyes widened at her statement and he quickly shook his head. She swallowed back some saliva. Slowly and carefully, she touched his face. He cringed slightly but tried to stay still for her.
"I don't want children." Chills ran down her body as soon as the words left her mouth, but it was too late. "I mean," she quickly corrected, putting her hands down. "Not right now." His eyes glistened with rejection as he started to look away. She placed her hands on his cheeks to make him look at her. "Beauty has never been a standard for me," she stated. "It's not because of what you look like."
He clearly struggled with her words. His eyes glistened like he wanted to believe her, but there was doubt.
"I like this. Our time right now. Just you and me. I've always liked it when your family left us alone at the house. But, right now, it's especially nice. I'm not ready to lose this. If we bring a kid into this world then-"
She leaned in. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she rested her body against him, hugging him. She felt him stiffen. Clearly, he was unsure how to respond. But then his body relaxed and his arms wrapped around her. A little hum came from him. She couldn't finish her sentence. She wanted to. But her voice cracked and she knew she was on the verge of tears.
It was probably a selfish feeling, but she didn't care. He'd spoiled her by looking after her, by protecting her. She already had to share his attention with his family when they were around. She didn't want to add a baby into the mix just yet.
Thomas finally pulled back. He opened his mouth and then shook his head. He moved, forcing her to stand up. She sighed and looked away from him as she gathered her emotions. She needed to control them again. But there was no returning her mind to the victim that she was. Thomas just cared about her too much. He made her feel loved.
He ran his hand down her arm, making her shift her focus to him. He was kneeling in front of her, one hand raised up. Between his fingers was a diamond ring.
She gulped, but reached out, placing her fingers on his. She met his eyes. "Thomas," she said softly. "You're making a vow with this symbol."
He nodded. She wasn't quite sure he understood.
"A vow to be with me, for better or worse."
He nodded then motioned at her. She gulped.
"This would make me a part of your family," she said.
He nodded again. He started to put it on her ring finger and then waited. His eyes looked up at her, shining with anticipation. Part of his family. This wasn't about him, she realized. Not really. He already considered her his wife. This was for her. Her vow to him.
If she said yes, then she consented to be his wife. Consented to being a part of his family. Did she want that? Confirm her role, her acceptance in his way of life? Make it her own way?
What if she said no?
"Will things change for me?" she couldn't help but ask out loud. "Will I get a say in things?"
He enthusiastically nodded.
Her heart picked up its beat. Hope.
"Yes."
He quickly put the ring on her finger and stood up to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a deeper kiss before letting him go to admire the ring. The thought of where he got it from started to creep into her mind, but she pushed that to one side. It didn't matter anymore. She was going to be getting more questionable gifts. It was going to be a part of her life.
She looked up at him, smiling. "It's perfect," she said. "You're perfect."
He beamed down at her. Her life with the Hewitts wasn't looking so bad after all.
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