Heart shaped Skulls

Part Of the Family

Chirping of birds made my eyes flutter. Sun streamed in nicely dancing across the wooden floor. Snoring startled me. It was like that of a revving chainsaw and a enraged bear. Turning ever so slightly to my side I notice the burly arms across my stomach. His hands were coated in brown flaky blood but seemed like he tried his best to rid himself of it as some blotches were faded. I swiveled my head more as I peered over my shoulder. Head first into my maroon hair was Thomas sleeping peacefully covered by the layers of wispy strands. It seemed like he never parted with his mask though. My eyebrows crunched together as I eyed his half mask. What was he hiding under there? It couldn't be that bad right? His snoring ceased as he shuffled around holding me closer as Thomas's honey brown eyes started to flutter open. I turned around afraid to get caught staring at him and laid my head gently down on the pillow like I never woken up. With my arms pressed against my chest a slight wince had befallen my tired face. As Thomas's hands laced through my hair thinking I was still asleep I gazed open mouth at my mauled arm. The wound was torn a part not the normal ripping if I were to do to much labor no this was different. It was like I had let a Wolverine tear into my already stitched arm. Someone had fixed it of course but how could something like this transpire while I was asleep? Then my brain slowly put one and one together. Thomas had bloody hands, my arm was fucked up, did he do this?! I sat up looking at Thomas threateningly his shocked expressions showing that he wasn't aware I was awake. It would've been cute seeing him blushing but I was not in the mood. "Thomas? Did you do this?" I pointed to my arm anger creasing my brows. He titled his head and nodded as he sat up sitting cross-legged. "WHAT! HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO TEAR MY ARM LIKE THAT?!" I threw the blanket off that still hang to my sweaty legs. Thomas was now scared, he was afraid he had angered you and was sure you were going to panic on him. Thomas shook his head side to side frantically as he reached out trying to catch your shoulders in his giant hands. A hurt howl broke from my chapped lips as his hands made contact with my shoulder. Only when pressure was applied did I know my shoulder was hurt. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" Thomas jumped back hurt drenching his face. Then he shook his head while he took my shivering hands into his blood caked ones. I stopped my frantic screaming to look at Thomas. Thomas always held his emotions in his eyes, it was his way of communicating. I looked deep into his eyes, confusion and sadness lingered there. "You didn't injure me?" I sat closer to next to him on the bed also crossing my legs. He nodded happy I almost knew the situation. "Okay? Then who did?" Instead of looking at me he took his attention to his lap before pointing to me. "Me?! I could've done this!" I pointed to my shoulder then to my forearm.  Just then the door flew open making both of us jump about two feet into the air. "GIRLY, don't be accusing him of things he didn't do" Hoyt huffed clearly done with my shit. "Then who did!" I painfully twisted myself around to stare at him. " As terrifying and morbid as it is, it was all you" he wasn't lying either. He kept a straight face aside from the glaring as confirmation I turned to look at Thomas who then nodded his head frantically. "What?! How did I do this?!" I stood up now matching the height of Hoyt "I'ma guessing you woke up last night chained and you started to freak then went crazy as you tore into your arm there" he pointed to my forearm as I stared in in confusion. "Then what about my shoulder?" I quizzed him slowly easing the anger out of him "girly, you pulled your shoulder outa the socket and before you go asking more annoying questions this here boy was kind enough to stitch you up and put your shoulder back in place" I could've almost imagine my eyes falling out and plopping onto the floor. "You did all of this while I was out?" I turned around to look unbelievingly at Thomas whom nodded his head his shoulder length black hair falling around his face. Was I that knocked out to not feel the extreme pain my body was going through. "Thank you?" I phrased my grateful acknowledgement into a confused question as I struggled to understand what had happened. All I remember was waking up to being chained then darkness, then this. None of this made sense. "Get yourself presentable for breakfast Thomas" Hoyt walked off down the stairs his footsteps echoing down the hall. I don't even know how I didn't notice
that Thomas was shirtless. I turned away as quickly as I did but the image was still burned in my brain. Sure, he was a little hefty but he mostly was covered in muscles. The dark hair that covered his chest trailed down his stomach and-NO, NO let's not go there Rowena. A slight blush dusted my cheeks as I heard the shuffling of clothing I made sure the coast was clear before I turned slowly around. He was in the process of buttoning the last button and putting on his loose tie. Some part of me wanted to lean over and rip his shirt right off his broad shoulders while the other half just wanted him to hurry with his clothing. Thomas caught me as my face twisted with different emotions. His grunt pulled me from my zoned out state "oh, uh sorry shouldn't have been staring" I nervously giggled shying away from his prying eyes. What I didn't catch was that smile that pulled at his crooked mouth.

As I walked in front of Thomas down the creaky stairs hushed talking could be heard in the dinning room. "But she crazy! I know she possessed by the Devil!" Drayton's hushed yell was heard even from the stairs. "You dumbass, she could help. Get more food you see" Hoyt strategized with the males. I felt the prickle of heat at the nap of my neck as the anger began to boil. No, Rowena stay calm. At least you aren't dying today, their scared of you keep it that way. Thomas pushed me to the side with his large hand seeing the sudden change of emotion on my face. Now I was eye to eye with the plotting males as they stared threateningly at me from their seats. I was more than hesitant to sit down so Thomas put his rough hands on the small of my back pushing me to the nearest seat. Once again Hoyt was at the head of the table Drayton to his left and Grandpa to the right. I pride myself on taking note of the smallest things; like for instance Nubbin wasn't sitting at the table next to Drayton. I slowly sat down suspicion creeping into my bones as Thomas loudly plopped down in the wooden seat to my right. "Where's Nubbin?" I probably should have kept my mouth shut because as Nubbin's name was mentioned the whole room turned deathly quiet. "He's bed ridden" was all Drayton said as he turned his attention to Hoyt almost like he's waiting for him to explain further. Obviously, I didn't know how to keep my mouth sewed shut because like a word vomit I asked about him again. It was like I was playing Jenga, pushing out the concerning blocks in the same way of etching away at the two males before me. "Why is he bed ridden?" I leaned forward leaning on my elbows pushing rapidly at Hoyt's buttons. "Listen here Girly, you went crazy at dinner" Hoyt sat up anger evident on his features before continuing further "went and bit off Nubbin's nose" I could've choked on thin air at that. "Excuse me?!" My mouth hang open. No wonder I tasted iron in my mouth when I woke up. "How!" I laid my hands palm down on the wooden worn table. Now I was testing the bear. Hoyt fluffed up like a pissed off mother bird, minus the babies. "STOP ASKING YOUR QUESTIONS NOW! WE HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO TALK ABOUT!" Hoyt bellowed his face turning to a deep red. I closed my lips quickly pinching together letting him continue. "Either you stay here become part of the family or get killed in your sleep with a shotgun" he blatantly said without a tinge of emotion. My mouth went dry, the palms that laid against the table began to sweat "what?" I could feel the prickle of tears burning my eyes. "You heard me, you help around here because we aren't about to have a lazy bitch" I couldn't care less about his language I was more concerned about the staying part. If I wanted out I would have to gain their trust first. Honestly, I couldn't believe I was saying this. "Okay, I'll stay" I almost whispered my throat beging for the heat of Whiskey. Thomas was ecstatic to say the least because he clutched my hand like his life depended on it. I looked at him with a more sorrowful gaze then what he held but I couldn't help but smile back. He sat there even under his mask I could see his grin that pulled at the corner of his cheeks.
That innocent smile, so joyful. I wish I could say the same about how I felt.

I'm going to get out, right? Right?