Lacey (ENGLISH versions)

Reunions and meetings

As the days passed and we tried to rebuild our lives after the tragedy with our father, our mother seemed increasingly distant, as if she were losing herself in the depths of her own dark thoughts. One day, she announced to us that she had found family, distant relatives with whom we could reconnect.

Curious but cautious, my brothers and I followed our mother to the Hewitt house. To our surprise, we were warmly welcomed by Luda Mae Hewitt, a woman with a sharp but somewhat mad look in her eyes, and her son Thomas Hewitt, a taciturn and solitary man, similar to us in his silence.

Then there was Charlie, nicknamed Hoyt, an imposing and intimidating man, whose gaze seemed to pierce our souls. We quickly realized that the Hewitt family shared troubling similarities with ours, that we were bound by common secrets and obsessions.

Despite our initial reservations, we were intrigued by the prospect of discovering our family roots, even if they were tainted by madness. But as we spent time with the Hewitts, I felt a growing unease within me, a sense of latent danger that seemed to hover over us.

Yet, my mother seemed blind to this threat, absorbed in her new obsession with the Hewitt family and their macabre practices. She had become one of them, lost in the darkness of their collective madness.

As a member of this troubled family, I felt torn between loyalty to my mother and fear of what she had become. In this whirlwind of conflicting emotions, one thing was certain: our destiny was now tied to that of the Hewitts, for better or for worse. And as we delved deeper into the abyss of our twisted heritage, I feared what the future held for us, especially in the presence of Hoyt, whose interest in me seemed to go beyond mere curiosity.

Leatherface had always protected me, even if our circumstances were strange and often dangerous. When his gaze met Hoyt's, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. I knew something was wrong.

Without a word, Leatherface gently took me by the arm and led me away from Hoyt, his heavy footsteps echoing in the room. His mask concealed his emotions, but I could feel his palpable tension as he guided me to an isolated part of the house.

Once out of sight, Leatherface stood close to me, his imposing presence acting as a shield against danger. His raspy breath escaped from his mask, and though his words were absent, his intentions were clear: to protect me at all costs.

I nodded in approval, grateful for his silent vigilance. Even without words, I understood that Leatherface was my guardian, ready to face any danger to ensure my safety.

As we moved further away from Hoyt and the madness that pervaded the Hewitt house, I realized that our bond was stronger than ever. In a world dominated by violence and madness, I had found refuge with Leatherface, my silent protector with a tender heart. And as we faced the darkness together, I knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, we would remain united, inseparable in our struggle for survival.

The piercing screams echoed through the house, reverberating in the dark and mysterious corners. My heart raced as I quickly identified the familiar voices of Drayton and Hoyt.

Without hesitation, I rushed towards the source of the screams, worry twisting my gut. When I finally reached them, I witnessed a tumultuous scene.

Drayton, his face contorted with anger, was engaged in a violent confrontation with Hoyt. Their hands clenched into fists, their faces flushed with fury. I could feel the electric tension hanging in the air as their words turned into bitter insults.

My heart clenched with anguish as I realized that the dispute had been sparked by a crude remark from Hoyt about me. Disgust washed over me at the thought of becoming the subject of such a debate, but fear paralyzed me as I realized that the situation could quickly escalate into uncontrollable violence.

In a burst of confused emotions, I tried to intervene between the two men, begging them to stop before things turned tragic. But my words fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the cacophony of their quarrel.

Eventually, Leatherface, alerted by the commotion, burst into the room, his imposing presence enough to quell the raging spirits. His stern gaze swept over the scene, and in a heavy silence, the tension slowly dissipated.

As the precarious peace returned to the house, I realized that our lives were constantly in the grip of chaos and madness. But even amidst the turmoil, a glimmer of hope persisted, fueled by the strength of our family bond. And as I prepared to face the challenges ahead, I knew that as long as we remained united, we could overcome any storm.

I watched in amazement as Thomas Hewitt, silent but curious, watched Thomas Sawyer with fascination. The two men seemed bound by some sort of tacit connection, a mutual understanding despite their differences.

As I stood there, watching them play with a palette of makeup found in an old drawer, I couldn't help but smile. It was a rare moment of lightness in our dark and chaotic world.

Thomas Hewitt, with his clumsy but determined fingers, applied the makeup with intense concentration, creating patterns on Thomas Sawyer's face. Meanwhile, Thomas Sawyer allowed himself to be pampered, a shy smile stretching across his lips.

Seeing their budding camaraderie, I felt filled with comforting warmth. Despite the horrors surrounding us, there were still moments of purity and innocence to savor.

I joined them, gratefully accepting the silent invitation to share in this moment of camaraderie. Together, we laughed, forgetting our burdens for a moment, immersed in the ephemeral art of makeup and friendship.

And in this bubble of calm amidst the storm, I knew that no matter what the future held, we had found a temporary refuge, a haven of peace in the turmoil of our troubled lives.

After spending time with Magnolia, my girlfriend, Julia, my best friend, and the others, I realize that time is running out and I need to head home. My brothers might worry if I linger too long.

I say goodbye to my friends with a heavy heart, savoring the last moments of this evening. The laughter and moments of camaraderie will stay with me.

As I walk towards home, I feel both a surge of warmth thinking of my family and a pang of sadness at leaving my friends. But I know I must return, that my place is with my own.

Arriving at the door, I see the reassuring glow of light inside. My brothers must still be awake, probably going about their usual business.

I push open the door and step inside, immediately feeling the familiar comfort of our home. My brothers turn to me, displaying warm smiles mixed with concern.

I assure them that everything is fine, that I just lost track of time in the company of my friends. They seem relieved to see me return safe and sound.

As I rediscover the warmth of our home, I realize how lucky I am to have such a loving and protective family. Despite the challenges and mysteries surrounding the Sawyers, this is where my true home lies, among those who love and support me no matter what happens. And this is where I am destined to stay, in the heart of the darkness and secrets that bind us, but also in the light of the familial love that unites us.

Exhausted from the

eventful day, I slip under the covers of my bed, savoring the sweet sensation of comfort and security it offers. The events of the evening flash through my mind, mixing laughter and moments of camaraderie with my friends with darker, more mysterious memories of my family.

I let my thoughts wander as I sink into the arms of Morpheus. The calm of the night envelops the house, only interrupted by the gentle hum of nocturnal life awakening outside.

Gradually, I feel sleep overtake me, soothing the tensions of the day and carrying me into a world of dreams and possibilities. Nestled in my bed, I finally feel at peace, ready to face a new day with determination and courage.

And as my eyelids slowly close, I leave behind worries and uncertainties, letting myself be carried away by the soft whisper of the night, guided by the promise of a future filled with love and light.