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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
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Thomas woke up and reached over for Elizabeth. Her spot was empty beside him. He sat up in frustration. It was the third day in a row she’d gotten up at some point in the early morning and left the bed. Last time he’d found her in the main floor hallway. Her eyes were unfocused as she stared at the wall. He wasn’t sure how long she’d been standing there. But, she followed him back up to the room without a fight. Without saying anything, actually.
Something had happened two days ago. Thomas wasn’t sure what. Only that Elizabeth had come back different from the clinic.
Damn him! He should have gone with her. He shouldn’t have chickened out. But the mention of sending her to see Dr. Hawkins made his heart pound dramatically in his chest and his palms sweat. He hated doctors. His condition had caught the fascination of the old town doctor. Thomas was a kid then. Unable to voice his objections or fears. Not that he could explain even now how he felt then. All he had was his strength to fight back. But, they had drugs that weakened him.
The old doctor told his mother that he could be fixed. But that was a lie. Dr. Hawkins wasn’t like the previous doc, though. He had that going for him. He was nice. Thomas didn’t mind him. It was the only reason why he was okay with them taking Elizabeth there. He’d met him three times in the past few years. Once when he’d managed to cut himself pretty bad with his chainsaw. And the other time when Monty needed a checkup. And the last time was rather recent, when Elizabeth got very sick.
The doctor was so kind and worried about her. He understood their apprehension to take her to the hospital. After Luda Mae had lied and said Elizabeth was hiding from an abusive ex and they were taking care of her.
Thomas clenched his fingers. It still didn’t matter that he liked the doctor. Just seeing that white coat had sent him back to that horrible place in his mind. His ma had to be with Elizabeth while the doctor had tended to her. He was glad Elizabeth was sort of out of it during that time. Too sick to realize he couldn’t be by her side.
He couldn’t let Elizabeth see him like that. Couldn’t let her see him panic and look scared. He was her rock after all. He protected her. Except…
He’d failed.
Something must have happened in that clinic. Hoyt claimed to have no knowledge. Claimed that she had been fine till the ride back home when she became distant. And Elizabeth? There was a moment when she returned. She’d placed her hand on his face and gave him such a sweet smile. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, which confused him.
He didn’t follow her upstairs, instead, he looked at his uncle for an answer as to her behavior. He seemed clueless, shrugging his shoulders and saying he didn’t understand women. Thomas waited for her to come back downstairs, figured she wanted to change, but she didn’t.
When he went up to see her he found her curled up in bed. Her arms wrapped around her pillow and her face buried in it. Her body shook and she clearly fought to muffle her voice. She was crying. He tried to comfort her, pulling her into his embrace. He rained kisses on her. But every move he made to try and bring her happiness seemed to do the opposite. It was as if they were back in those first days. Every touch frightened her. He could feel and sense her very need to get away from him. And he couldn’t understand why.
Thomas set his feet on the ground and pushed himself up. The morning bugs made it known that they were awake.
Elizabeth?
He let out a soft whimper. He didn't want to wake his family.
For the thousandth time since he’d met her he wished he could voice his inner thoughts. Seek guidance. But, he couldn't turn to his family about this. Elizabeth was having a hard enough time as it was winning them over. Thomas was doing his best, showing them how happy he was with her. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel that his family were slowly pulling away from her, despite their reassurances that it wasn’t the case.
“She’s just upset she ain’t got a baby in her, Tommy,” Hoyt’s words from yesterday echoed in his mind. “Try to put one in her already.”
The day after she got back he left her alone. Let her process whatever had happened, assuming that she’d be fine the next day. Except, yesterday, she was still “missing”. And he had gone to his mother and uncle for help on how to get her to relax again.
Thomas quietly walked down the hallway. The floorboards creaked with his weight.
His family had left them alone in the house yesterday. His ma had agreed with Hoyt, telling him they should get back to trying to get her pregnant. That it’d snap her out because he was good at that.
That made sense. Maybe she was worried she couldn’t have kids. Maybe that’s what the doctor had told her. Except, the doctor was wrong. She could. Thomas was sure of that. So, yes, a baby was needed and soon. A baby was going to fix everything between them. Make her happy. Make him happy. Make his family happy. And she’d finally smile again and relax, because then she wouldn’t feel like she had to worry about his family. She would be accepted.
Elizabeth didn’t say “no” or try to stop him when he started kissing her and touching her yesterday. He could still feel it. Feel the way her whole body trembled. Except, it wasn’t with need. Not with need at all. He shouldn’t have fucked her. But he was so desperate to get her back with him. And she didn’t say “no”. She didn’t try to stop him. But, she wasn’t there with him. Not completely. She didn’t just lay there. She did move with him. But her eyes were so distant.
There was a strange moment just after he finished in her. He had touched her belly and cooed because that’s what he had started to do recently. Her response had always been a hearty laugh followed by a shake of her head. “No baby today, Thomas,” she would say before giving him a deep kiss. Except, yesterday was different. Her shoulders had dropped and it looked as if she were about to cry.
“Yes, Thomas,” her voice was almost too soft for him to hear. “A baby.” He knew she talked about not being ready for a baby, and he wasn’t necessarily in a rush anymore. He liked their establishing routine. Loved her laugh. But this time… her voice. That look of defeat. Something was very wrong with her.
For the umpteenth time, Thomas mentally kicked himself for not joining them. Had the doctor touched her inappropriately? If he had she would have told him, wouldn’t she? She knew he’d protect her. Maybe she didn’t want him to hurt the doctor? But Hoyt would have told him if he suspected that the doctor had done something to her.
The floorboards creaked some more as Thomas made his way downstairs. He stopped in the main hallway and looked around. No room was lit up that he could see and he didn’t hear her. His heart pounded in his chest as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He didn’t know who he could talk to. Who he could go to for advice. His conversation with his family yesterday had gone differently than what he expected when they got home.
“Are you really sure she’s the one, Tommy-boy?” Hoyt had asked last night when Elizabeth had gone to bed. “I know ya think she’s special, but she ain’t. I’m sure we can find a better one for ya.”
Thomas had let out a sigh. He should have known better than to express his concern about Elizabeth with his uncle. Hoyt still wasn't sure about her.
Thomas had turned to his mother, only she surprised him by agreeing with her brother.
“I know you like her, Tommy.” His mother had given him such a sympathetic look. “But, I don’t think she’s strong enough for this family. Oh, honey. I thought she was, but-”
He had cut the conversation there. She was strong. And she was very much his. He couldn’t believe what his family was hinting at. Yes, he and Elizabeth had a rough start, but they’d worked past it. Or so he thought.
Thomas peeked his head into the kitchen. Empty. Where was she? Walking back into the main hall his eyes fell on the front door. She wouldn’t… she wouldn’t leave him, would she?
Her behavior, the looks she had given him, the way her body trembled from his touch.
Oh no.
Nothing had happened to her. She’d been reminded. Reminded there was an outside world and a life without Thomas. Reminded of what Thomas had done to her those early days.
He slammed the palm of his hand onto his forehead, mentally kicking himself. How could he have been so stupid?! He kept her world small and made sure he was always in her bubble. He didn’t want her to think about out there. Not without him in the picture. But she clearly did now. She’d gone out there without him and was reminded she used to have more freedom. Freedom he was slowly trying to give back to her. Or at least, as much freedom as he could without losing her.
Idiot!
That was why it was as if they were back to day one of their relationship, why she was so distant and sad.
Thomas stormed toward the front door as anger rumbled through him. If she’d escaped, he’d find her. He’d bring her back. It would hurt her. It would upset her, him taking away her freedom again. But he couldn’t lose her. And she’d eventually understand again and accept her role. His family was wrong. There was no other woman in the world like her. She saw him. She accepted him. He could not let that go.
The basement door let out a soft click and then groaned as it slipped open.
Thomas froze. He turned around and stared at the door. He always made sure to keep that door closed even when there weren’t people in that basement. He didn’t want her down there again. He didn’t want her to see something that would add more scars to her mind.
His heart picked up its beat as he headed down to the basement.
No.
There was no way she’d be down here. Not without him. Unless…
Hitting the concrete floor he stilled. Chills and fear ran through his body. She sat on his butcher’s table, his sharp knife on her lap. One hand gripped the handle, while the fingers of her other hand gently touched the blade. Her head was inclined as she stared at the ground. And her beautiful long hair littered the area around her. She'd cut it all off, leaving herself with an uneven short haircut.
Elizabeth. Don’t.
He didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t sure if she knew he was there. If he startled her she could hurt herself.
He took a cautious step forward. She closed her eyes and tightened her grip on the handle.
“I… I can’t do it, Thomas,” she said softly. She knew he was there.
He eyed her and then the blade.
Don’t do it.
His heart wrenched in his chest. He was sorry. He really was. Sorry that he took her from the world and forced her to live in his. But, he needed her. Didn’t she understand that? She could move forward. She’d done it before. Maybe if they had a kid. They’d become a perfect family and that’d make her happy again. She wouldn’t need the outside.
“I have always had to rely on myself,” she said. Her eyes stayed in the blade. Her fingers slowly ran along the flat of the steel. “My parents, well, they loved us I’m sure. But if there was a problem they expected us to try and problem solve before going to them. Don’t depend on others to solve your problems for you. Be independent.”
Thomas took in small breaths. Independence. He took that from her. He was right. Being away from him, even though it was for such a short while, made her realize she didn’t have the independence she used to.
He opened his mouth, but snapped it shut when she continued.
“I think that’s why I got into such a big argument with my parents about my brother. They were going to send him somewhere where he wouldn’t have as much freedom. He was already limited in what he could do. I was that person in his life who protected him. Who he relied on.”
He took in deep breaths. She’d never really talked about her life before him. And, he hadn’t tried to open up that dialogue. He wanted to. Wanted to know more about her family. About her past life. About the person she was before she met him. About her brother. Any time she mentioned her dead brother there was a change in her tone. A sweet sadness.
He still had her suitcase full of her items. That photo album… He couldn’t give it back to her. Despite the way things had been going between the two of them, he still feared her rejection. He feared if she saw her old life it would put her where she was now. He had practically memorized every photo in great detail. Not a week had gone by that he didn’t pick up that album at least once to look at the pictures.
That had started to be his goal. To get her to look as happy as she did in those pictures. And there were moments. Brief glimpses that it was possible. The day he proposed actually gave him that look into how happy she could actually look.
But now…
“And then he was gone. And, it made me feel hopeless. I didn’t want to feel that. Didn’t want to face the fact that I was essentially alone. So, I sold all my shit, packed a single suitcase with the items that meant the most to me, and took off. I told one of my aunts I wanted to visit her. But, honestly, that was just because she found out I planned on traveling the country and she was worried.”
She raised her head and looked at the empty meat hooks.
“I didn’t know him. Jason,” she said. Not that Thomas needed her to clarify. He still felt some jealousy toward her dead traveling companion. “Just randomly met him at breakfast in a hotel I was staying at. Rather stupid to get into a stranger’s car like I did. But he was nice and friendly and funny and cute.”
Thomas felt his muscles tighten and he swallowed back his sudden anger. He still felt the pain of it. The way she whispered Jason’s name when it was he who was fucking her. He was the one making her feel good, not the meat who was going to be dinner.
His eyes widened and he quickly tried to relax when she turned her attention to him. He didn’t want her to think he was mad at her. That Jason was no longer a threat to him.
“I would have fucked him,” she said, keeping her eyes on his. “Given up my virginity to him. I wasn’t saving it for the right moment. In case you were wondering. Sex and relationships weren’t a priority for me when my brother was alive. Enjoying his presence was.”
Her neutral face turned into a scowl. “Before you go thinking it was about your looks, it wasn’t. Jason wasn’t the one raping me, Thomas,” she said firmly. “You were. And… and you were making me feel good. And I hated that.”
A silence fell around them. Only the sound of her fingernails on the steel and their breathing could be heard. He gulped and took a step toward her.
“I was so conflicted. Do I just give up and get you mad enough to kill me? Or hope that Jason was still out there. Hope for some sort of eventual rescue. I don’t know why I didn’t give up when you took me down here and I saw what you did to him. After you humiliated me like you did.”
He too had conflicting feelings toward the situation. On the one hand, he’d done it out of necessary desperation. Get her to realize she was his and his alone. But, he also felt frustrated at his own cruelty. How he exposed her, his woman, to a man like that. Let the man get aroused. To be honest, when she ran off as she’d done, hid in the corner of the room and didn’t leave, he thought he’d lost her for good. He had left early the next morning to think. To figure out what the next step needed to be. He didn’t want to kill her, but it was looking that he might have too. He couldn’t let her go. His family wouldn’t allow it.
“When Hoyt,” her voice cracked and her chest shuddered. She closed her mouth and grinded her teeth, clearly trying to compose herself.
He automatically clenched his fists. Seeing her in that position, with his uncle about to fuck her and the fear in her eyes, it pissed him off. But, then his uncle told him she came on to him. And, Thomas could believe it. Why would his uncle lie? It could be argued that she threw herself at Thomas because she didn’t want to die. She didn’t expect his uncle to tell him the truth and that she was desperately using sex to save herself. Except, he realized later, she wasn’t like that.
Hoyt had told him that women couldn’t be trusted. That they were good at using and manipulating men to do what they wanted, especially using sex. But, Thomas knew Elizabeth now. She wasn’t that kind of person. Which…
Thomas frowned. He hadn’t really thought much about that incident. No. Hoyt… Hoyt wouldn’t lie.
Elizabeth cleared her throat. “I… I didn’t plan on falling in love with you. It’s so fucked up. Me, falling in love with my rapist.”
Thomas cringed.
“But, I did. You protected me. No one’s done that before. You gave me new hope that… that just maybe I could be a person here.”
She huffed and shook her head.
“You made me happy. You proposed to me.” She moved her left hand off the knife and set it on the table. Her eyes stared at the ground for a moment before she turned her head to look at the meat hooks.
He clenched his jaw. He wanted to move her vision away from those things. They weren’t going to ever hurt her. She kept a tight grip on the knife, but set her right hand down on the table and raised her legs, hugging her knees to her chest.
“I had an IUD put in before my journey. I figured I was going to have a lot of meaningless sex. A way to drown out my sorrow. Unhealthy, but I didn’t care,” she said. Her voice sounded flat and devoid of emotions.
He frowned, unsure what that meant. Her eyes met his.
“An IUD helps prevent me from having kids,” she said, reading him correctly. “ I figured I had a year maybe two to get away without having kids before questions would be asked. And as I don’t plan for the future I figured I’d cross that bridge when I got there.”
His whole body stiffened. He knew about birth control. Knew about condoms and pills. He’d never heard of this device though. With no pills for her to take, it never occurred to him something else was stopping her from having kids. Did his family suspect?
Suddenly, she snorted.
“Do you know what’s funny? My reason for not wanting babies changed. At first I didn’t want them because well you were raping me. Getting tied to you and your family…. Forced to have a child with my rapist.” She shook her head. “But… but then you stopped being my rapist and turned into my lover. And I went from not wanting to be tied to you and your family to wanting you and your family to want me. As a person. Not just as something that can have babies.” She sniffed and chuckled. “It’s so fucked up. I want a family of cannibals to want and accept me.”
But, we do want you, Thomas thought. I want you. He shifted his weight to move forward, but immediately stilled when her fingers tightened their grip on the handle. Her whole body trembled as she clenched the knife. She sniffed then wiped her nose with the back of her hand. A few tears ran down her face. She wiped her eyes again. He could see the tension in her body. She expected him to get angry. Expected him to do something horrible to her.
He shook his head and took a step closer to her, but had to stop once again when she gripped the knife. He opened his mouth and shut it in frustration.
“Don’t worry,” she said softly. “It’s out now.”
He shook his head again. She misinterpreted his frustration. Had this conversation taken place during the early days he would have been upset. And yes, he probably would have figured out a way to punish her, but not now.
Thomas turned his back to her for a moment. He’d failed her. Failed in getting her to understand that she could make mistakes and she’d be okay. That she could openly communicate and trust him to not do anything drastic to her.
Turning to face her, he stopped breathing for a moment. She’d lowered her legs and her fingers once again ran along the blade. She raised her hand. He watched in anticipation, tensing his muscles to rush at her and stop her from doing anything rash.
She didn’t look at him. Slowly, she twisted her wrist so that the blade was pointed away from her. Then, to his relief, she opened her fingers so he could take the handle. He didn’t hesitate, snatching it from her hand and quickly returning it to his workbench that held all his tools. Setting it down, he turned to look at her. His heart dropped. She was staring at the meat hooks, clear acceptance of her perceived eventual fate.
No! Nothing was stopping him now from grabbing her. He moved in front of her and placed his hands on her face, forcing her to look at him. Well, it wasn’t so much of a force. She easily returned her attention to him.
He shook his head. Not for you. Never for you.
She nodded her head. “I know. Not today,” she said softly. Her hand touched his chest and for a moment he felt her relax. Her face lightened before it returned back to being emotionless. "You need your kids."
He forced her to look at him, shaking his head again. No. Never! His throat moved as he swallowed back his frustration, his emotions. He opened his mouth and closed it, then opened it again.
“Ours,” he managed to say, because the children would be theirs. Part of him, part of her. He grabbed her left hand and brought it up. His mouth dropped and his chest constricted. The ring was gone.
“Hoyt made it clear I had overstepped,” she said. Once again, she knew what he was thinking. Little trembles shook her body. She looked at him. The emotional grief was clear on her face again. “Sorry. I… I couldn’t wear it anymore. It was giving me the wrong message. I'm just here to have your babies.”
Hoyt had…
His brain nudged at him, telling him some dark horrible truth, but he couldn’t quite grasp it. No… Hoyt wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. Thomas had made it clear that she made him happy. That she was going to be a part of the family. He proposed to her and didn’t tell anyone. He wanted her to be the first person to know of his intentions. To actually legitimately have her accept him and not force himself on her as he had.
“Your family means everything to you and you to them. He’s right. I’ll never have that. Even if I have your kids, I’ll always be looked at as an outsider. Not to be trusted. You won’t have my back. Maybe you’ll comfort me, but you won’t stick up for me. Not to family. I’ll have your kids but… they’ll never be mine as well. They’ll be yours. They’ll be your family’s.” She sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand again.
“I honestly should have known better, Thomas.” Finally, she looked into his eyes. “I have no freedom over anything. Not even something as simple as eating what I want. It was only a matter of time before your uncle would find the right opportunity to rape me. The right excuse to get away with it.”
His world tilted and swirled. He knew his eyes were wide in horror as he desperately shook his head in denial. That, he realized, was the wrong move. The emotional turmoil that she was in was replaced with acceptance at his denial.
Taking in a deep breath, she let it out. “You and your family think you know what’s best for me. I’m done trying to hold on to even a tiny bit of who I am. No one cares. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Fuck my mouth. Fuck my ass. Fuck my cunt. I’ll have your babies till I’m of no use to you anymore. Throw me to your uncle or on one of these meat hooks. I have nothing. I am nothing. I don’t care anymore.” Her words came out in a bitter voice, but her face somehow remained neutral.
No! You’re not nothing. You’re everything to me.
He desperately kissed her, wanting to put that spark back in her. But she didn’t kiss him back. He pulled back and searched her face for some clue to fix her. To let her know that everything was going to be okay.
No. No dead eyes. You’ll be okay.
“Mine,” he managed to squeak out, pressing his hand to his heart. To protect. My family now.
Except, he’d failed in protecting her. Failed in getting the point driven into his stubborn family’s head that Elizabeth was one of them. He knew they had their doubts. Little whispers he caught. Little jabs he ignored. He thought being spontaneous and not telling them about the ring showed his true devotion toward her. Showed just how special she really was.
“Right,” she said. She opened her legs so he could get between them and put her hands on her nightshirt to lift it up.
He immediately stopped her, shaking his head. Fucking her wasn’t going to fix the situation. Would have been nice, but he tried that yesterday. And he clearly made things worse without knowing it. She probably thought that he knew everything. Probably thought that his uncle had told him and yesterday he was “reclaiming” her or something to that effect. Only, his family hadn’t told him a goddamn thing. Instead, they had lead him down a path that made matters worse.
He pushed the thought of them away for now. They weren’t important at the moment. She was. Fixing her was. She was happy before. They were happy together. He wanted that back. Wanted her to smile. Wanted her to actually be carefree and relaxed.
He brought her hand up to his mouth to kiss her fingers. She didn’t react. He didn’t know what to do to make things right. He didn’t know how to fix her. Not yet at least. But he was going to figure it out. It was going to be hard. He could already tell. It was up to him and him alone. She wasn’t going to make anymore efforts.
But, giving up meant his uncle was right. Giving up would only confirm to her that she was nothing. And…
You are my everything.
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