The Hewitts: Texas chainsaw massacre

Knowing

You crept down into the basement. This was where Thomas usually stayed for most of the day. Well, if he wasn't busy out in the barn or something. You snuck down the steps, them freaked slightly under your weight. You hit the bottom of the stairs and looked around, walking further into the room.

"Thomas?"

You whispered into the empty room. Your eyes scanned it but saw no Thomas. Your eyebrows furrowed as you crossed your arms. Where was he? Maybe he was actually in the barn? You turned back and stopped dead, jumping, as you saw his form standing behind you.

"Jesus, Thomas! You can't sneak up on me like that!"

He tilted his head, seeming somewhat amused by scaring you. You sighed and looked back up at him. He looked away, seeming more...distant. More than he was usually. You tilted your head at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Thomas. Are you okay?"

Thomas looked away. He intertwined his fingers, glaring away at the wall on his left.
He wanted to tell you. He really did. It was just that he couldn't. He was somewhat afraid of what you would say in response and he didn't want to write it out because it didn't seem fitting to him. Thomas just huffed in response.

You frowned a bit. What didn't he want to tell you? Or was it something you did? Thomas just huffed again and turned to go upstairs, leaving you in the basement as his heavy figure trugded up the stairs. You knew something was deffidently wrong. Thomas never left you. Not after Tex had come by.

You waited a few minutes before you headed up as well. The whole house was silent except for Luda's soft voice trailing down the hallway from the kitchen. You carefully made your way down the hall, paying at the door. You pushed it open a bit before pushing it open the rest of the way and calmly walking in.

Luda stopped talking and turned to face you. A warm smile grew on her face as she saw you. There was another woman with her. A much heavier woman sat across from her. She had glasses, black curly hair, and wore a flower patterned house dress.

"Oh. There you are. We were just talking about you. Y/n, I want you to meet someone."

Luda stood up and gently took your hand, leading you to a seat at the table. The other woman smiled at you and gave a nod. You smiled back and looked to Luda, who stood besides you.

"This is the one I was telling you about."

"Well, I must say you were right. She is very pretty."

You gave a shy smile in return.

"Um, thank you, ma'am."

The lady smiled.

"I think you were right, Luda. She looks like a fine woman for Thomas."

Luda gave a nod and made a small humming noice in her throat.

"Well, I may say, he certainly has gotten attached to her."

You sat there awkwardly. Of course you had known this, it just never crossed your mind as a huge deal. It usually just stayed in the back of your mind, unspeaking. You liked it that way. But now it was started to crawl up into your thoughts.

"Speaking of which, Luda. You haven't seen Thomas, have you? He's been acting a little...different lately. I wandered if you knew anything about it?"

"No, I haven't seen him. Have you talked to him lately?"

"I tried to, down in the basement, but he didn't answer. He just left."

"Huh...well, I haven't seen him, dear. He might be out in the barn but other than that I don't know where he's run off too."