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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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A/N: I'm still writing this and there will probably be long pauses between some updates. We'll see. But I'll be posting very Wednesday till I catch up.
Elizabeth slowly woke up, feeling gross and sweaty. She stared ahead, watching herself through the mirror that was on the back of the door. Much to Thomas’ sounds of protestation, she had decided to actually wear a long nightshirt and underwear. It had been a while since she hadn’t slept naked, and she was roasting. That was a huge mistake.
Freaking Texas, she thought. His body heat behind her wasn’t helping. But, she had to do it. She had to put as much of a barrier between him and her as possible. She had failed in testing him to keep his hands and sexual needs to himself, considering she got turned on and chose to fuck him. Was it too much to ask for just one day of no fucking?
She got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. For a brief second, her world spun, but she pushed through that feeling. Grabbing a hand towel, she wet it with cold water from the sink and gently patted the back of her neck then face to cool off.
Today , she thought to herself, no matter what, we need to test him and see if he’ll respect us. She let out a sigh. He claimed he saw her as a person, and there was a part of her that believed him. But saying one thing held little meaning until it was actually done. Although, he was being super careful when they showered. Doing his best not to touch her or initiate sex between them.
Setting the hand towel back where it belonged, she walked out of the bathroom.
Thomas was awake and up, eyes focused on her. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said as she got back into bed. It was still pretty early. He laid back down, eyes watching her with interest. He reached out to touch her, but then pulled his hand back quickly as if he weren’t allowed.
“You don’t talk do you?” she asked, not giving him an invitation to touch her.
He simply shook his head. She reached out and he stiffened as she touched his face. He probably would never stop automatically reacting with fear each time she touched him, and despite knowing exactly who he was now and what he’d done and would continue to do, she felt sorry for him.
“I was one of those popular girls in school,” she started, gently running a finger along his body to do something while she talked. “But, I was also a big bully to kids who would bully, umm, for lack of a better word probably, kids like you. See, my brother, before the accident he had this very noticeable stutter. Kids used to make fun of him and I would get into fights with them. So, he ended up getting a little following because of me. Mess with him or his friends and expect me to come after you. And I was pretty vicious at times.” She paused for a moment, watching him carefully. “You could say I was the Queen Bee of my school. Then everything changed pretty quick.”
His face darkened a little bit, but then he let out a sigh, rubbing his hand along the scar on her arm. She cracked a small smile.
“To be honest, the scars I got didn’t change much in school. You would think so, but I think maybe I had so much control it was hard to unseat me. I was the one who let go of High School social life. My parents checked out of our lives pretty quickly. None of us escaped the fire uninjured. But, I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I know they loved us, but they had me young, and I think they were just counting the years till we were eighteen and could leave the house. When they realized that my brother needed so much care they weren’t happy. So, I had to grow up pretty quick.”
She paused for a moment, studying his face. His hand rose up to massage her jaw.
“I can’t remember the last time someone’s taken care of me,” the words slipped out, much to her surprise. “I’ve always had to be the one to look out for others. I’ve always had to deal with my life problems on my own.” She had to swallow back her gorge and close her eyes. She had never really thought about it. But, the words were true.
The almost completely quiet sane part of her mind started to rise up, trying to remind her who exactly she was talking to, opening up to. She quickly hushed the disappointed voice. This was no longer about morals or right and wrong or fighting back. It was about sanity and surviving. She had to make sure that he saw her as a person worth keeping around, and not just a babymaker or sex object.
Scooting up, she kissed him. He moved in closer, wrapping his arms around her. She immediately pulled back, placing her hand on his chest. “This isn’t about sex, Thomas,” she stated, just so that he knew where she was at. “I’m feeling tired. I want to rest today. Maybe tomorrow.”
He looked very disappointed but nodded his head as he kissed her forehead. She let out a content sigh and snuggled close to his chest despite the fact she was feeling very warm. She listened to his pounding heartbeat then closed her eyes and fell asleep.
His moving woke her up. She moaned softly. She didn’t want to wake up or move. A dull ache thumped in her head. Suppressing another moan, she got up as well. Hopefully, they had Aleve or something, but at the same time, she kinda doubted it.
Half dressed, Thomas placed his big hand on her shoulder, bringing her face up to look at him. She forced a smile to cross her face, yawning. “Just a little groggy,” she said, hoping that was what he was concerned about. “It might take me a few hours to fully wake up.”
He let her go. She went into her single drawer in his dresser and picked out the clothes she wanted to wear for the day. It was an old dress that had belonged to Luda. She wasn’t sure what they’d done with her luggage that held her clothes. More than likely sold, gave away, or burned them. She didn’t want to know, being honest with herself. She’d already lost so much, she’d rather just assumed she’d lost them too.
Thomas’ lips pressed against her cheek and she couldn’t help but smile and press her hand against his cheek. With that, he left his room. Putting on Luda’s old dress, she sighed yet again. Elizabeth had no idea how to sew, but it was clear she needed to learn. The dress was a couple of sizes too big. Not like they would let her go out and do clothing shopping of her own.
Grabbing a couple of dresses as well as the dirty clothes, she stuffed them into a laundry basket and headed down the stairs.
Her world spun a little again, making her place her hand on the wall for support. Rubbing the bridge of her nose she clenched her jaw. Her headache was getting worse, and her forehead felt a little too warm. Was she getting sick? No, she couldn’t get sick. She pushed her unwell feelings to one side, focusing on pretending she was alright.
Carefully, she walked down the stairs. She’d just have to find an excuse to go to bed early. A long night’s sleep should be all she needed to get better.
“What’s this?” Luda asked as Elizabeth handed her a small list.
“Things I need,” Elizabeth stated firmly. She kept her shoulders square but also tried her best not to look intimidating.
Luda scanned the list then shook her head. “Do you think we can afford this?”
Elizabeth nodded. “I do. Unless you’ve spent all the cash that was in the car you found us in. Plus, no offense, your dresses don’t quite fit me. If you had kept my clothes I probably would have been alright wearing them for a while.”
Luda hummed for a moment, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “Coconut oil?” she asked.
“For my skin,” Elizabeth said, making sure to keep her voice even. “Cream is okay, but I found that a little bit of coconut oil really helps my skin better. More natural.”
Luda’s eyes softened, accepting Elizabeth’s answer. “Well, dearie,” she said pretending to be friendly. “I’ll send someone to see if they can find all the items on your list.”
“Thank you,” Elizabeth said before retreating. A risky gamble on her end and she knew it, but she didn’t want to give Luda any opening to deny her requests. She wasn’t asking for very much either. The coconut oil was the most important thing on the list for her. But, cleaning and lounging around every day were going to get pretty boring after a while. Especially now that she wasn’t nearly as worried for her life as she had been the last couple of weeks. Elizabeth had added a couple of extra items including requesting some books, not that she expected that part to be fulfilled.
She made her way back to the laundry room. It was difficult for her to think and for once she was glad doing laundry was so mind-numbingly dull for her. Pulling out the last sheet to fold, her world spun yet again, making her place her hand on the wall to steady herself. It was official, she had come down with something. She wasn’t even sure what. No one in the family had gotten sick. At least, not sick enough for her to notice. Was it something she ate?
A shudder ran through her at the thought of possibly being fed human meat. It was possible that the family, Luda, and Thomas, were sneaking human meat into her food. Bile rose up at the thought. She swallowed hard and pushed it back.
The only other explanation she had was she had been so tensed and scared that now that she had relaxed, her weakened body easily caught something.
Neither way mattered in the end. She was sick and she couldn’t tell anyone. Luda would probably assume she was pregnant, which she knew she wasn’t. And she didn’t want to appear any weaker than she already was to the family.
It took more mental and physical energy than she wanted to make her way upstairs to put away the laundry and make the bed. In fact, it had taken her more time than it should have to do the laundry in general.
“Dinner’s almost ready!” Luda shouted up to her, surprising her. Where had lunchtime gone?
Yeah, she was for sure getting sick. She paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath. Well, at least the day’s almost done. Just a little bit more. Collecting whatever energy reserves she had, she made her way down to the kitchen. Not wanting Luda to ask for help, Elizabeth went straight for the dishes and set up the table, making sure not to forget anyone. A chill ran down her spine at the thought of seeing Hoyt again, but it was only a matter of time before he showed up for dinner.
“You can go sit down,” Luda said the moment Elizabeth was done setting up the table.
“Thank you,” Elizabeth automatically replied. She would rather go upstairs and sleep. Almost done , she had to remind herself again.
Walking into the dining room, she paused for a moment as her heart jumped to her throat. Hoyt sat in his usual spot, giving her one of his lecherous smiles again, and Thomas was nowhere around.
“Evening,” Elizabeth said softly as she went to her spot and sat down. She didn’t have the energy to deal with him or whatever plans were made for her. Much to her relief, the door opened, and Thomas’ heavy walking made her look up and smile at him as he sat down next to her.
There was an odd speed as Luda placed the food on the table, before sitting down in her chair. It was almost as if Elizabeth was watching the world move at a slightly faster pace. Everyone quickly filled their plate while Thomas handed hers without a second thought.
“Thank you,” she muttered as she picked up her fork to eat. Just a little bit longer , she told herself. Despite her thoughts, she just stared at her plate. Nothing looked appetizing. If anything, the thought of food upset her stomach even more. Her head continued to throb with pressure and her body tingled with weakness. She just had to push through dinner. Push through dinner, get to bed, and sleep off her developing fever.
“Are you not feeling well, dearie?” Luda asked with concern.
Elizabeth put on her best smile. “I’m just tired is all,” she said softly. Don’t tip them off, she thought. She glanced up at Thomas who also looked concerned, giving him her best content smile.
“Running the bit-her ragged, huh?” Hoyt caught his word as Thomas growled.
She narrowed her eyes to glare at his uncle, who only laughed in response. Sick or no, she wasn’t going to stop showing her hate towards him.
“I’ll get used to you, girlie. Don’t worry, Tommy,” he said directing his attention to his nephew. “She’s yours and a part of our family now. I get it. Just gotta give your old uncle some time to remember his manners.”
Thomas pressed his body against Elizabeth’s as if he were trying to comfort her before he focused on his food again.
All she had to do was eat, clean dishes, go up to their room and go to sleep. Thomas already knew sex was off the table. She could only hope he’d respect that. She picked at her food, mustering the energy she needed to bring it up to her mouth to eat. Nope! Her throat felt like it closed to deny entry. “I’m sorry. I’m not hungry. I’m really tired. Excuse me, I’m going to bed,” she muttered quickly as she rose from the table. That was a mistake. Her world spun even harder. She vaguely heard the sound of a chair scraping across the floor. Strong arms caught her, just before she hit the ground herself and picked her up.
Luda’s warm hand pressed against her forehead. “Oh dearie, you are sick,” the woman stated.
Elizabeth couldn’t help but clutch Thomas’ shirt for reassurance. She wanted to deny it, but she just had no more energy.
“Tommy, take her upstairs, I’ll prepare-”
Whatever else Luda said Elizabeth didn’t hear. Time seemed to stutter as one moment she was in the dining room, next she was going up the stairs and finally she was in bed. A cool cloth on her head made her moan and open her eyes to see a very concerned Thomas in front of her, doing his best to cool her down.
She forced a smile to cross her face as she reached out for him. “I’ll survive,” she promised. She’d been through worse after all.
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