The Hewitts: Texas chainsaw massacre

His lesson

You walked into the dinning room and over to the large oak hutch. You pulled out the large lace tablecloth and the candles and turned setting them down on the table. You stretched out the lace cloth over the table, flattening out all of its wrinkles.

You took the candles and centered them on the table. You turned back around to grab the plates. Just about that time Thomas came in and stopped in the doorway. You pulled out the plates and silverware, turning with your back to the doorway.

Thomas shifted and leaned against the doorframe. He wasn't really interested in bothering you so he just sat there and watched. He found it somewhat amusing that you had not realized his presence yet. Even though his size told otherwise, Thomas was actually pretty good at getting around without being heard.

You set up what would have been Hoyt's place when you stopped. Just out of the top of your eyes you could see him standing there. You ignored it at first, continuing to set up but as soon as you turned you back to him you could hear his footsteps come closer.

Thomas watched as you turned your back to him. He watched as you stretched across the table to set a glass down. He eyed your movements carefully. Something told him to get closer and he had thought about it, but he hung back a little longer. He soon gave in to the temptation to get closer.

You glanced at Thomas out of the corner of your eyes. He hadn't moved which relieved you. His gaze, however, bothered you. There was a dark look in his eyes. You started to set the last place, which lined you up perfectly with him.

You tried not to let it bother you as you set the plate down. You could feel his presence moving, a dark sensation coming over you. Your heart started to beat faster as he came closer. You still continued to work, trying to get done as fast as possible. Just as you finished you froze.

Thomas was behind you. Your back was just barely against him yet if was enough that you could feel the heat of his body on yours. You heart jumped when you realized you weren't done yet. You had forgotten to light the candles in the center of the table.

You reached down and grabbed the lighter, leaning over the table to reach them. You froze as Thomas grabbed your hips. He gave a low growl and tightened his grip. You slowly straightened up, afraid to do anything.

".....Thomas?...."

He ignored you and didn't let go. Thomas pulled you a little closer to him as he leaned down closer to your face. He wasn't really sure what to do at this point and was just going off based on what his instincts told him to do. Thomas was almost face to face with you when someone interrupted.

Hoyt cleared his throat loudly, surprising both of you. He leaned in the doorway with his arms crossed. He didn't look to pleased at the situation he had just walked in on.
Thomas straightened up quickly, almost immediately letting go of your hips.

"Thomas, what do you think you're doing?"

Thomas quickly looked at you then gave a small grunt. He himself wasn't really sure what he was doing. Hoyt darted his eyes from Thomas to you, then back to Thomas.

"Boy, come here."

Thomas hesitated before slowly nodding at Hoyt. He walked over and stopped, keeping a fair amount of distance between him and Hoyt. Hoyt eyed Thomas for a moment before looking back out to the hallway.

"Thomas. I said come here."

Thomas got closer and Hoyt leaned over in a small huddle. He muttered something to Thomas who nodded and then left the room. You stared at the ground, not wanting to face Hoyt. You both sat there in a painful silence until a door down the hallway slammed.

Thomas came back with the brunette Hoyt had dragged in a few hours ago. She looked dead. Her skin was covered in blood and dirt, her hair was all tangled, and her eyes looked empty. Hoyt turned back into the main hallway. You carefully worked your way over to the doorway.

Thomas held the brunette by her hair. She looked at you. Her eyes pleaded to you and your heart felt a tang of guilt as she looked at you. She started to tear up as she silently begged to you. Hoyt walked up to her and roughly grabbed her face, making her look up at him. She gave a low groan as she faced him.

"She'll work."

Thomas grunted and headed towards the front door. The brunette reached out to you, crying. Your heart ached seeing the desperation in her eyes.

"PLEASE!"

You winced your arm up to your chest. She let out a sob as her eyes burned into you.

"RUN!"

You didn't move as you watched them drag her out the door. You could hear her sobs all the way out the door and down the porch until her sobs faded away. 'What have I done?' You sat there frozen in the doorway.