Chainsaw

Chapter 6 Hell

***trigger warning (not written in detail)***

        (Third person)

         Luda Mae left the kitchen after she put the first aid away.  Kay's words kept playing over in her mind. Luda was devastated, to say the least. For so many years she had wanted a small child running around her large home. There was no chance in hell that Hoyt would be having any kids. Thomas was her only hope in that department. But who could ever love him enough to have children  with him? She thought Kay was his saving grace.

      Luda sighed as she walked into her living room. The TV was playing an old western. Her son sat on the couch with Kay in his lap. His arms were tightly wrapped around her middle and her head was resting on his shoulder. Her eyes were fluttering shut. She was tired. Her whole body ached from the long day she had.

    "Thomas, we need to talk." The mother said to her son. He raised a finger to his mouth, telling her to be quiet. He rose from his seat and left the room. He walked up the stairs and to his bedroom, where he laid his love on the bed. She snuggled into the mattress. The scene before Thomas warmed his bitter heart. He pulled the covers over her shoulders before he left the room.

     He rejoined his mother in the living room. He sat down on the sofa with his mother infront of him. Luda had figured that Kay was too scared to tell Thomas about her infertility, so she was going to take care of that for her.

    "Thomas, we need to talk about Katherine." Thomas grunted and held up his hand to tell her not to speak just yet. He left the room and two minutes later he came back in with a notebook and a pen so he could communicate with her. He nodded his head, urging her to speak.

    "Well she told me something today Thomas." She began. She twiddled her thumbs. "She told me she couldn't have children." Luda said. Her voice cracked as she delivered the news. Thomas looked at his mother for a moment, not believing her. He scribbled on the paper.

    "How do you know she isn't lying?" Luda Mae read. "Because you can't fake that kinda sadness hun." Luda sighed as she finished her sentence. Thomas always trusted his mother's intuition, so he believed her words.

The paper in Thomas's hand began to crumble. His legacy was slipping through his fingers and there was nothing he could do. He dropped both the pen and paper. He rested his head in his hands and inhaled deeply.

     Luda got up from her chair and crossed the room. She sat by her youngest son and patted his larger frame.

      "However, my sweet boy, it is possible she could be tellin' a fib. I have been wrong before." He turned his head and looked at her. His furrowed his eyebrows.

    "I suspect she could be lying." She clarified, realizing her son didn't understand what she was getting at. "It's up to you to find out though." The message she sent now was crystal clear.

****Kay's pov****

  
     I basked in the warmth of the old bed. The bedspread was heavy against my body, and incredibly soft. If it wasn't for the fact that I'm stuck inside a house with psychotic killers, I might actually be at peace.

     Heavy steps could be heard making their way to the bedroom. I ignored them. Stolckholm Syndrome still pooled in my stomach. It was a sickening feeling. It felt wrong. Unholy, if you will.

      The bedroom door slowly swung open. The rusty hinges squeaked as it was shut once again. Knowing that Hoyt couldn't move, and that Monty favored me, I had no doubt that it was Thomas. I kept my eyes shut and my body still. Maybe he'd go away if I stayed quiet.