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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 the examine table in nothing but a hospital gown as she waited for the doctor to enter the room.
The car ride to the doctor’s office had been a quiet but cold one. She didn't mind the silence. It gave her time to think and come up with a plan of what she wanted and needed to say. That and she still had no idea what to talk about with Hoyt. Not that he helped matter. He only said one thing before leaving them both in silence. Something about her being lucky he got the AC fixed.
He blasted the damned air conditioner at max power. Which was nice considering how hot Texas was. But, horrible for her because all she wore was her thin sundress.
So busy and in such a panic about telling Thomas about her IUD she didn’t think to change. Despite saying she was going to.
She was practically a popsicle when he shut off the engine when they reached their destination. It was a good thing she kept her arms folded around her chest. Her nipples had perked up because of the cold, and she didn’t want to give Hoyt more of a “show”.
They hadn’t interacted much since the day Hoyt tried to rape her. Which was months ago. He had yet to apologize. Not that she expected him too. Out of everyone in the family, he still made her skin crawl. He was doing better about his looks toward her. But she still caught a lecherous glance from him now and again. Especially on the mornings when she and Thomas were exceptionally loud.
Wasn’t like she could help it that they lived in the same old house as the two uncles and Thomas’s mother. The walls weren’t exactly paper-thin, luckily. Still, she couldn’t ask Thomas to move out. Well, she could, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t even entertain the thought. There was no use in asking for something she knew she wouldn’t get. Which was pretty much almost anything.
She absentmindedly scratched the scars on her arm. A light knock caught her attention
“Hello, Miss-” An older gentleman in a doctor’s coat walked in. He was roughly Hoyt’s age. But, unlike Hoyt, he had a kind face to him.
“Summers,” she said. “For now at least.”
“Dr. Hawkins. I’m glad you’re feeling better,” he said, extending his hand out for her to shake. “You had a high temperature the last time I saw you.”
“Yes,” she said, nodding her head. “I remember. Thanks for making a house call. I’m sure you don’t do those often.”
He gave her a smile and a shrug. “Small town. And Luda Mae can be quite persuasive. She does make a killer meatloaf."
She gave him a tense smile. Did he know? Would the family even "waste" food like that? Give strangers their special meat? She would assume if he was on cannibal eating terms with them she would have seen him visit at least once over the past few months.
No, she had to remind herself. He didn't know what the family really ate. He didn't know that when he first saw her she was a prisoner. The family lied to him and had her lie. Which meant he was clueless.
"Now, from my understanding you were throwing up in the morning after eating breakfast. Does this happen often?”
“I’m not pregnant,” she said. She snapped her mouth shut with an audible clashing of her teeth. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she looked at the old man. She knew she looked guilty.
“Alright,” he said. “Well, we should be getting the pregnancy test back soon and-”
“I have an IUD,” she interrupted. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and checked his chart.
“You didn’t mention that,” he said.
“I, uh.” She shifted with unease and ran her fingers through her long hair, letting out a dramatic sigh. “I had it put in before I started my relationship with my ex,” she said, adding to the lie the Hewitts had started. When the doctor had visited, the day she was extremely sick, they made it seem that she was hiding from an abusive ex. It was a lie meant to keep the doctor from insisting she go to the hospital. He bought it. And now, she was going to add to it.
She gulped and gave him a tense smile. She'd rehearse various things to say to the doctor and how she would say it. Being so blunt was not one of them.
He assessed her.
"Sorry," she said, feeling the blood rush up to her face. "I just… Didn’t want to get tied up with someone I didn’t plan on marrying, ya know? And I didn’t think it was Hoyt's business to know,” she added.
Her skin felt clammy, but she forced herself to appear calm. He nodded his head in understanding.
"Alright. I can check to make sure it's still in place correctly. Have you-"
"I actually want it out," she interrupted yet again.
Her fingers clenched the gown as her body stiffened from her request.
“Miss. Summers, if-”
“It’s going to be Mrs. Hewitt in a few months I think,” she interrupted yet again. “We haven’t decided on a date yet. Just, I want to start a family soon. So, might as well get it out since I’m here.”
She couldn’t let him finish his sentences. Couldn’t let him even question her decision. She had to go through with it before she lost her will.
The rest of her conversation with the doctor felt automatic as he asked her some more questions before she had to put her legs up on the stir-ups.
She'd given it some thought. Not a lot. The twenty minute car ride and added twenty minute wait for the doctor to see her was not nearly enough time to make a decision. But she had. She dealt with problems when they became a problem, not before. That’d always been her style. Getting an IUD was probably the only real thing she did to avoid a potential problem. But, she wasn’t ready for kids. Technically, still didn’t want them.
It was interesting, her own shift in reasoning. There was no denying the fact that Thomas’s first and primary goal was to get her pregnant as soon as possible. But, it seemed as if that was no longer as strong of a desire as the first days. He still wanted kids. Of that she was still sure of. But, he seemed more relax around her. Better about taking their time.
There had always been an annoyed angry look in his eyes whenever she’d clean up after sex. Sometimes, he’d show his clear frustrations, especially if she added, “No baby today, Thomas”. But, a couple weeks ago he changed.
He’d brought a flip calendar into the room, setting it on his nightstand. A small daily one.
Elizabeth let out a smile at the memory.
The routine had been the same. They both were laying there, catching their breath and Thomas had leaned over and rubbed her belly, giving her a hopeful happy look. She couldn’t help but let out a sigh and shake her head.
“No baby today, Thomas,” she had said. And the smart bastard turned, grabbed the calendar and flipped it to the next day and pointed at it.
Tomorrow? His clear question.
Tomorrow…
“Alright, Miss. Summers,” Dr. Hawkins said interrupting her thoughts. “I’ll have the nurse come in with your papers then you’re good to go home.”
“Thanks, doc,” Elizabeth said, giving him a smile.
Thomas could wait for tomorrow. Hell, she could probably have gotten away with those two years. But his family were starting to become a problem. The closer she and Thomas seemed to get, the further away she felt his family move from her. Luda Mae had gotten even colder, ever since the two of them came back with Elizabeth wearing an engagement ring.
She couldn’t figure out why. They were the reason she was there after all. Despite Thomas being a part of the family, she knew that he wasn’t the one to suggest she eat dinner with them that fateful night. That had to have been Luda Mae. She couldn’t see anyone else in the family suggesting that. Hoyt was probably excited for her to fuck up so he could fuck her too. Except, she didn’t. And Thomas got his unwilling bride.
Except, at some point she became willing. And she worked her ass off showing them just how trustworthy she could be. She hadn’t tried to escape once. She kept Thomas happy. Sure she was quiet but that was because the family talked around her and didn’t really include her. She was just trying not to push them to hard. She wanted his family to like her and accept her, oddly enough. Yes, Elizabeth wanted a family of cannibals to want her. It was fucked up. She knew that. Her own parents would have a conniption if they knew what family she decided to “tie herself down” with.
Ignoring the fact that the Hewitts were indeed cannibals, one of the most egregious of sins. There was more strikes against them. They weren’t successful. The gas station they owned was barely making ends meet. They were lucky that they were located where they were. A decently traveled road that got them the customers to keep them afloat.
They didn’t hold any social standings in town. They were almost pariahs, especially Thomas. It didn’t escape Elizabeth’s notice the way the town folk looked at her compared to the family. Shocked and amazed she was there. So different. So pretty. A woman of “higher class” some farmer had remarked, in an attempt to get her to “quit her job”.
And Thomas?
There was a reason why she talked more about her brother than her parents. Especially around Thomas. She didn’t want him to wonder, want him to ask to meet her parents. They would treat Thomas the way everyone else did, if not worse. Talk in front of him like the Hewitts did to her. Only, they’d insult him and admonish her. Not that she wanted their approval.
His genetic problems meant their children would have them as well. He was a fool if he thought that her genes could fully trump his. But, he probably hoped.
Elizabeth absentmindedly got back into the squad car. She wrapped her arms around her chest as Hoyt turned on the AC again, setting it at the highest power possible.
She would have to talk to Thomas about it. Make him understand that their children would not turn out like her. Half of her, half of him. Maybe they’d have a lucky one. One who somehow managed to get the “good genes” between them. But, in the end, she didn’t care what her kids looked like.
She glanced at Hoyt for a moment.
She didn’t care because Thomas’s family would still accept the children, no matter their looks, able-bodied or disabled. That was the thing. That was what she wanted and craved. She had that with her brother. He fully accepted her for the person she was, even though he didn’t quite approve of her methods when it came to getting revenge for him.
Their parents, on the other hand, did not. They held high standards for their children in every aspect of their lives. They were never quite good-enough. It was why they rejected their son. The standards had to be lowered for him and they weren’t willing to do that.
Elizabeth’s heart twisted slightly and she sent a silent “thank you” to her brother. The fire had changed their lives. Changed her. Made her into a better person and that saved her life. If it wasn’t for the fire and her brother, she had little doubt she’d be dead by now.
She glanced at Hoyt again. As much as he creeped her out, there was a part of her that wanted him to accept her as well. She was good enough for Thomas. And she wanted to be good-enough for his family too. So that they’d stop talking about her around her and start talking to her. So it wouldn’t feel that Thomas was the only person in her corner.
She gently stroked her belly. A baby never solved relationship problems. But, that was between the couple. She didn’t want to have a baby to please Thomas. She wanted one to seal her role in his life and with his family. She was there to stay. And she was tired of walking on eggshells around them.
Clearly, marrying Thomas was not going to get the message across. But, being the mother of his children would.
Elizabeth focused her attention on the moving terrain. Hopefully, they’d be happy now. If she wasn’t pregnant by the end of the month she’d be surprised.
Who would have thought? That one day she’d be doing all she could to gain the approval of a family of cannibals. Damn, she was fucked up. Her energy had gone from trying to survive and hopefully find an opportunity to escape, to trying to get them to like her.
An unusual tree caught her attention. She frowned and sat up straighter. She’d never seen it before. The car turned down a dirty road and headed into the forest.
“Where are we?” she asked. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She’d never been in this part of the countryside.
Hoyt didn’t say anything as turned down another hidden dirt road and stopped next to an old dilapidated barn.
“Hoyt?”
He turned off the engine and then grabbed the keys before stepping out of the vehicle. Her heart raced rapidly in her chest as she watched him walk around the car. He threw the door open before her brain could kick in and make her lock the door.
“What are you-” She let out a scream as he roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her out of the car. He threw her forward. She screamed again as she dropped onto her hands and knees. Sticks pressed into the palm of her hands from the ground.
“I told them. I told the two of them you were nothing but trouble.”
His fingers dug into her hair and he roughly pulled her head back.
“What did I do?” she screamed, grabbing his fingers to try and alleviate the strain on her hair.
“What’d you do?” he asked. He pulled her up and spun her, throwing her chest first against the car. The wind was knocked out of her lungs for a moment. She barely had a chance to recover before he pressed up against her.
“Oh, you know what you did.”
She struggled, desperately moving her hands and pushing her knees against the car. She had to get away. Run through the woods. Make it back home. Back to Thomas. He’d protect her.
Somehow, she slipped past Hoyt and started to run. She didn’t make much ground as he tackled her to the ground, knocking the wind out of her again. She didn’t have a chance to think. Cold steel wrapped around her wrists as he cuffed her hands behind her back. Flipping her onto her back, he straddled her. She cried out as her weight pressed against her hands and shoulders.
“Get off me, Hoyt!” she demanded the moment she could breath again. She wiggled her body, and pushed her hands against the ground.
“Care to tell me what this is?” he asked as he lifted up a plastic bag. Inside was the small IUD.
“I… you…”
The doctor had betrayed her. Or, the family tricked her. Tricked her into believing the doctor wasn’t one of them. Her throat dried up as she fought the urge to cry.
“I told that boy you were nothing but trouble. A liar. All you pretty ones are the same,” he said, shaking his head. He stuffed the plastic bag in his pocket.
“I got it taken out because I want kids now, Hoyt,” she said. Her voice quivered despite her best attempts to sound brave.
“Liar, liar, pants-” he paused and looked behind him. A lecherous smile crossed his face. “Well, you ain’t got no pants but they would be on fire if you did. Think we were born yesterday? Think we were fools? You got it taken out because you got caught.”
He unholstered his gun.
“I told Luda Mae didn’t make no sense how your belly wasn’t round yet with that boy’s child. The way you two have been going at it.” He shook his head and pressed the gun to her temple. “I should shoot you right now for lying to him. Made him think he was going to be a daddy. Smiled all sweet like, batting them eyelashes. But you’ve been making fun of him. Laughing at him behind his back.”
“No, Hoyt, I-”
He raised his hand in the air as if he was going to slap her, causing her to flinch.
“You know, I was beginning to believe you actually liked him. You’re good. But I know your kind. You don’t. You just trying to save your own skin. Understandable of course, but I hate liars. Liars gotta be taught a lesson.”
He set his gun to one side and reached down. Before she could stop him, he grabbed her breasts over her clothes and smiled. He was quick, pushing her top down with her bra so her tits popped out.
“Damn,” he said with a whistle. His old dry hands rolled her nipples.
“Don’t touch me!” she yelled as she struggled to move. Thomas, why didn’t you come with me? “Thomas will-”
“That boy will do nothing,” Hoyt interrupted with a laugh, making her freeze. He squeezed her breasts, then twisted her nipples hard, making her cry out.
“You think you got him wrapped around your little finger? Sure, he likes you. Likes ya a lot. But you’re a right bitch who needs to be taught a lesson.” He got off her and flipped her onto her stomach.
She struggled, desperate to escape the assault. Thomas would save her. He saved her last time. All she had to do was get to her feet and run home, somehow.
She heard the Hoyt’s belt buckle loosen, causing her to double her efforts and try to escape. She kicked at the ground, stirring up dust. Hoyt grabbed her handcuffed wrists, twisting slightly, shooting pain up her arm. There was no stopping the cry of pain.
“No!” she screamed the moment his warm hand rubbed her ass. He flipped her skirt up then quickly pulled down her underwear, before laying down on top of her.
“Hoyt, I’m Thomas’s! I love him. Don’t do this,” she begged.
Hoyt stopped moving. His body still lay over hers. He leaned in. She turned her head to look at him. His hot, stinky breath hit her face.
“Please, Hoyt. Don’t,” she begged.
“‘Hoyt, please don’t’,” he taunted. “You’ve been making him get his hopes up he’s gonna be a daddy only to have that babymaker of yours closed. Think of it this way. We do it here, Tommy doesn’t have to see your humiliation. But if you want, we can go home and you’ll remember your place in this family in front of Tommy. Hell, I’ll be sure to remind him exactly why you’re here. Have the whole family watch.”
His hand brushed her slit. She screamed and shook her head as she tried to escape again. She couldn’t let him. Exhaustion hit her faster than she expected. It hurt to breath, as he pressed her against the ground.
“Normally, I would try to get ya a little wet, but I know you’re gonna be a bitch about this.”
She felt him. Felt his hard cock behind her, making her eyes widen. If she could only- Except, whatever fight was in her disappeared as reality hit. She couldn’t stop him.
“Not you,” she said softly, shaking her head. “Please. I’m sorry. But, I can have kids now. I-”
“That’s true,” he said with a nod. His left hand squeezed her ass. “Still gotta teach you a lesson about lying to us.” His right hand wrapped around her mouth, muffling her scream. She felt hot tear stream down her face as he invaded her body.
“Shit.”
Her scream turned into a wail. Her heart ached in utter humiliation and horror that Hoyt had gotten the opportunity to rape her.
“Damn, you got a tight cunt,” he growled in her ear as he thrusted in her. “Surprised, to be honest. I’ve seen the cock on that boy. I expected you to be a bit loose. Was even thinking of fucking your ass. Glad I didn’t. I mean, still might later on. This is gonna be one short fuck, you’re squeezing me like ya a virgin.”
The rough ground rubbed against her skin as his body forced hers to move.
Her mind went blank for a moment, as she tried to pull herself back to that place. That same place she used to go to during her first days with the Hewitts. When Thomas raped her. Except…
His fingers dug into her hip in a bruising manner. “Hot damn, no wonder Tommy likes you,” Hoyt hollered. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
No. She panicked for a brief moment, before anger replaced her fear. She clenched her jaw and fists. I fucking dare you, she thought as she gave him a side-eyed glared. She had survived Thomas. She would survive Hoyt as well. Hoyt didn’t know it. The old man didn’t even realize it. But Thomas loved her. He had protected her. Couldn’t protect her now, but he wouldn’t let this slid.
“Oh, fuck,” Hoyt moaned as he stilled. With a happy sigh, he pulled out of her and stood up. She rolled over and sat up. Her eyes glared back at Hoyt. Her heart dropped as the older man slipped a condom off his cock. Their eyes met and he gave her a wink.
“I ain’t an idiot, girl,” he said with a lecherous smile. “That baby’s gotta be Tommy’s.”
She felt numb, for now. But eventually that numbness would be replaced by anger. Of that she was sure. He did it. He fucking raped her. Idiot. He didn’t see it. Didn’t see that in Thomas’s eyes she was more than just a babymaker. She didn’t need his cum in her pussy to get Thomas to believe her.
Hoyt leaned against the squad car as he watched her. Her hands were still cuffed behind her. Her breasts still pulled over her top. She tried to move to cover herself, but it was impossible.
Hoyt turned, opened the passenger side door and pulled something out of the glove compartment.
“Clean yourself up,” he demanded as he tossed her a small towel. It hit her in the face. Not that she could catch it with her arms cuffed behind her.
He chuckled as he crouched behind her and undid her cuffs. The moment she was free she covered her breasts back up and scurried to her feet and away from him.
She glared at him. “You planned this,” she muttered. Her hands automatically wrapped around her body to hug herself.
Hoyt stalked over to her, making her walk back till she tripped and fell hard on her ass. He quickly crouched and roughly grabbed her face, making her look at him.
“We’ve all been a bit too nice to ya. You don’t deserve it. You ain’t family. As I said, you’ve been lying to poor Tommy this whole time. I told the boy you weren’t to be trusted. But love does that to a man. Makes him blind. And Tommy, well…” He let out a sigh and tapped his head. “He ain’t completely there. That’s why he’s got family on his side. We look out for him.”
She glared at him. What Hoyt didn’t realize was that she had Tommy on her side as well. They had developed a bond. She cared about him as much as he cared about her. This single event was going to bring Thomas closer to her and further from them.
“You’re planning on telling him, aren’t ya?” Hoyt asked. Somehow, he’d read her thoughts.
He let out a chuckle. “Go ahead. Tell him. I’ll let him know how you came on to me. How when I found out about you keeping your babymaker closed for business you seduced me. How you said he wouldn’t know as long as I wore a condom. ‘I didn’t want to, Tommy. But you know your old uncle. Can’t resist a pretty lady who flashes her wet cunt at me.’”
She shook her head. He won’t believe you.
Hoyt stood up and lit a cigarette while he laughed, nodding his head. “Really think he’ll believe you over me? Me? His uncle who has loved and cared for him his whole life? Who made sacrifices? Or the bitch who was supposed to be supper. The harlot who pretended she could have babies. Getting his hopes up, but then seducing his uncle the first moment she got to be alone with him.”
Elizabeth rose to her feet and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. Thomas would believe her. He proposed to her. He loved her.
Hoyt’s hand shot out, grabbing hers. She let out a little cry of surprise and pain as he twisted her fingers to see the engagement ring. “You thought you had him all wrapped around your finger, didn’t ya?”
She somehow managed to pull her hand away from his grasp. He shook his head.
“You ain’t gonna tell the boy a goddamn thing, Lizzy dear,” Hoyt said. He took a deep drag. His eyes glistened with glee. “Think he’ll understand why you’ve been lying to him this whole time? You and me both know you gotta keep him happy if you want to keep on living.”
Her body shook as she tried to control her emotions. Her own thoughts. Thomas loved her… didn’t he? He’d get upset at her lie, but, she’d make him understand. Somehow.
Hoyt let out another laugh. “You still don’t get it, do you?” He snatched her hair and pulled her to him. His foul breath smelled of cigarettes as he looked down at her. She cried out and grabbed his wrist to try and stop the pain.
“He’s loyal to family as one should be. What do you think he’ll do to me? Nothing, girl. What’s that saying? Blood’s thicker than water? Well,” he paused and glanced down at her stomach for a moment. “You ain’t blood. And you never will be.”
Numbness coursed through her body. He must have realized that his words had the effect he intended. His fingers let her hair go, allowing her to drop onto the ground again.
Not family. Not blood.
He dropped the cigarette onto the ground and stamped it out before wiping his hands on his pants.
“Best get yourself all cleaned up and ready to go back before I find myself needing some cunt again,” he said with a laugh. “Or maybe I’ll try your ass.”
Elizabeth stared at the treeline. Blood is thicker than water.
Blood.
Something broke in her brain as her world shattered around her.
She was fooling herself. Had been for a long time. Hoyt was right. Thomas wouldn’t stand up for her. He wouldn’t punish his uncle for raping her no matter how much he liked her. Maybe he’d even condone it. She had lied by omission.
And Thomas was loyal to family. She may not have asked him to come with her, but there was no way he didn’t see the panic in her eyes. Her silent begging. But, he’d gone with his mother. Any time any of his family called for his help he left her to help them. He would always leave her for them.
Her shoulders sagged as she felt a weight press heavily on them.
The first few days living with the Hewitts had been numb and distant. Her own way to cope and figure out how to deal with her situation, let her mind slowly figure out her new place in life. But she learned. She overcame. She adapted. She knew things could be better. Not ideal, but better. And things did get better. She was safe and happy. Well, as happy as one could be considering the situation she was in.
Not family.
Her heart ached. The worst part was, she wanted to be a part of his goddamn, fucked up family. Wanted to be accepted by rapists and cannibals who saw her as nothing but walking meat that happens to be able to produce babies.
Her eyes focused on the “engagement” ring Thomas had given her. Lies.
She looked up at Hoyt for a moment. He had his back turned to her.
She was never going to be family. Even if she got pregnant and had a child or two or a horde. She would forever not be family. What was the point? After all she did, all she tried to do? She didn’t try to run away, even though she had opportunities to. She could have gone with that “Handsome Joe” or whatever his name was. Or even the doctor… No, not the doctor. Clearly he was on the Hewitts’s side. Didn’t matter. The point was, she had great chances and could have taken them, but she didn’t. She could have gone down to the basement at any point and just ended her life. But she didn’t. She kept pressing on. She kept trying to live. For what? To live the roller coaster of a life that she was in. She wasn’t safe. She’d never be safe from being used and abused.
Her body pulsed as she stared at the ground. She had no one.
The thought made her feel small and alone, but it was true. She had no one to rely on but herself. But what could one woman do against a family of cannibals out in the middle of nowhere Texas?
Elizabeth stood up, her body ached with her movements, but that didn’t matter anymore. Nothing did. She wasn’t exactly sure how she did it, but her emotions slowly faded away. She didn’t need them anymore.
She looked at Hoyt. He didn’t look back at her, whistling as he stared into the forest as if it was just a casual day.
A means to an end. She was a god damn fool, trying to live some sort of fucked up fantasy. To really think she could make a decent life for herself? Find some sort of good out of the horrible situation she was put in.
She quietly slipped off the ring Thomas had given her, letting it drop to the ground. It landed with a soft thud.
Lies. Fantasies. She was giving herself false hope. And she really shouldn’t have tried. She should have stayed in her own little world. Even if that meant Thomas getting mad at her and killing her early. She was done trying. She was done with hope. If life taught her anything it was that all she got was pain and suffering.
Hoyt was right. She'd never be family.
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