Chainsaw

Chapter 9 Company

"No, that's stupid." I said while wiping crumbs from the kitchen table.
"It ain't stupid! Infact, it should probably be done." Luda countered with a 'matter of fact' attitude. I rolled my eyes.
"Luda, no. I am not marrying him." She slammed her hand on the tabletop.
"Ya know, it's funny you think you have a choice. I am telling you. You are marrying Thomas before that baby comes. I will not have a bastard child running around this house!" She hissed. Her eyes began to tear up. "It's like you don't want to be apart of this family."
"I don't." She was too wrapped up in her own oblivion to hear me
"Y'all don't even have a priest. Or a minister." I said.
"Well, as long as it's a promise made before God, I'll consider it a legal marriage." She placed the vase and plates back on the table. "Can't believe that witch has the nerve to talk about God. Actin' like what they're doin' ain't sinful. Good lord." I muttered while placing clean dishes on the table.

I left the kitchen table and walked over to the mountain of dirty dishes that resigned in the sink. I sighed. Before I began washing, I turned on the radio that rested on one of the shelves. The radio was surrounded by antique knickknacks that you could find on your grandma's shelves. It was nostalgic.

"You don't own me, I'm not just one of your many toys"

Hearing the familiar voice of Lesley Gore, I turned the knob up a little and began to sing along as I scrubbed a ceramic casserole dish.

"You don't own me, don't say I can't go with other boys"

I placed the dish on the drying rack.

"And don't tell me what to do, and don't tell me what to say. And please, when I go out with you, don't put me on display"

****Third person****

The colossal man stood in the doorway of the kitchen, listening to his precious girl sing. His heart fluttered at the angelic voice that filled the quiet house.

"You don't own me. Don't try and change me in any way. You don't own me. Don't tie me down 'cause i'd never stay"

He watched her curvy hips sway from side to side. It was hypnotizing. Her clothes stretched around her protruding baby bump. Seeing her with his child made him swell in pride, and something a little more primal.

"I don't tell you what to say, I don't tell you what to do. So just let me be myself, that's all I ask of you."

"Turn that shit off!" Thomas's older brother ordered as he walked into the kitchen.

"Make me." She said. She turned the knob up on the radio.

"I'm young, and I love to be young and I'm free, and I love to be free to live my life the way I want, to say and do whatever I please" she continued to sing along, resulting in Hoyt stomping out of the room, muttering insults under his breath. He didn't dare insult her with Thomas around. That's like a first-class ticket to an early grave. And because of her pregnancy, he was afraid to smack her around. He usually wouldn't care, but now, his mother would put him through worse hell than Thomas.

Eventually the song ended, and Kay turned the knob down so it was a murmur in the background. She continued to wash bowls and plates. Even though Luda and Thomas didn't want her doing any chores for a while, she did them anyway. She didn't want to sit around the house doing nothing. It would drive her absolutely insane.

Thomas walked over to the sink. Once he got there, he wrapped both his muscular arms around Kay. His calloused hands rested on her bump. He burrowed his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent like he would die without it. Kay paid no mind to him.