*Heads up, this chapter is long as fuck. Its seriously like 2,100 words because I couldn't find a good spot to make a new chapter so have fun guys!*

Thomas led you down the hallway to the basement door. Still holding your hand he led you through the door and down the stairs. He then led you into the back room in the second half of the basement. You hadn't been in this half if the basement before but it seemed to be Thomas's makeshift bedroom.

In the room there was a desk with a sewing machine, a vanity type dresser, and a bed. There was only a center light that dimly kit the whole room, giving the area a much emptier feeling. As you.looked around yoy could see small bone fragments that had been placed specifically on shelves. You peered at them until your attention was pulled back to Thomas.

He had say down on the bed, it letting out a loud creak, and was now looking up at you. He pulled on your hand trying to get you closer. You stumbled a bit but didn't move any closer. Thomas did it again. You huffed at him and slipped your hand out of his, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Thomas...just let me be."

You turned away from him slightly, facing the corner of the room. You heard Thomas grunt from behind you. Thomas knew you were being stubborn and he wasn't going to deal with it. So with one motion he shrugged and grabbed you.

You felt his strong arms wrap around your waist and with one pull he had drug you back into him. He then sat you down in between his legs. He gave himself a satisfied nod and grunted. You sighed.

"Happy now?"

Thomas grunted again. You smiled and shook your head slightly.

"Okay then, loverboy."

Thomas gave a sigh and shrugged. He was content right there. He leaned down a bit, laying his head on your shoulder. You looked to the side and saw him looking at you. You reached up slowly and took a strand of his hair, curling it around your finger. You wrapped it around your finger and gave it a playful tug.

Thomas grunted and you let it go smiling. He moved his head slightly and nuzzled the side of your neck. When he found a spot he liked he stopped and leaned his hea against yours with his face still buried in your neck.

You thought it was sweet at first but then you remembered what Hoyt had said about you. That you were only another highway hooker, destined to end up dead or...

You didn't want to think about it. All you knew what that it was something Thomas had done and that could have been anything. You tried to think of sometjing else and soon you began focusing on the calm, steady breaths of Thomas, who had been using you as a sort of pillow. He was drifting off into his own little utopia, almost on the edge of falling asleep.

Soon he drifted out of your thoughts as you still remembered what Hoyt had said days ago. That you were nothing. That nobody needed you. That you would just end up leaving anyway. You furrowed your brows and looked at the ground. As his words replayed in your head you hung your head.

Thomas had noticed your movement and sat back up, unwrapping his arms from around you. He watched your face as you stared at the ground. You kept your eyes locked on the ground, unblinking.

"Is he right?"

Thomas looked at you for a moment and tilted his head ever so slightly. You looked back out of the corner of your eye and sighed.

"...that I'm just another highway hooker?"

Thomas shook his head and looked at the ground as well. You shut your eyes and grimaced as you felt tears come to your eyes.

"You don't need me, Thomas. Hoyt even said so..."

Thomas gave a small whine. He didn't want you to be like this. He liked you better when you didn't think so low of yourself and he didn't like watching Hoyt screaming about you either.

Tears came to your eyes and you turned away from his gaze, your hair swinging down to cover your face as well. Hanging your head lower, you began to remember what Luda had said about you as well.

"You don't need me, Thomas."

'He needs her, Charlie, and you know it!'

"Why do you even bother with me?"

'Thomas finally found someone who isn't afraid of him.'

"What do you think I am?"

'Thomas might actually have a chance with this one.'

You stopped and wiped your eys dry. Thomas had never left the grounds gaze. You turned back to face him and he looked up.

"I'm sorry..."

You turned sideways, just enough so that you could lean against him. You laid your head on his chest and sighed, closing your eyes. Thomas wrapped his arms around you again and rested his chin on your head. You relaxed in his arms and slumped down a bit, leaning most of your weight into his large frame.

The silence was peaceful between you two and you had even thought of just falling asleep there. For how big he was, he was actually quite warm and comfortable. Your breathing slowed as you became limp in his arms. Thomas sighed and leaned back against the wall the bed was on. He then carefully pulled you back with him. There he too began to fall asleep.

You didn't know how long you had been laying there before you were waken up by Hoyt's yelling. You grumbled, annoyed. Thomas to let out a sigh as he stretched a bit.

"Thomas! Damnit boy, get over here!"

You sat up and pushed yourself off the bed as Thomas sat up too. He quickly got up and left the room, heading to the staircase in the other half of the basement.

"There you are, damnit! Move your ass next time."

Thomas grunted.

"We're running to town so watch her. We'll be back in a few hours."

Thomas grunted again and Hoyt went back up the stairs.

When Thomas came back into the room, you sighed and sat down in the bed again. You gazed up at Thomas and tilted your head.

"If there leaving, does that mean we can go back to bed?"

Thomas grunted and shrugged.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Thomas made a weird noise in his throat. Was he...laughing at you? You squinted at him as he sat down on the bed.

"Thomas Hewitt, are you laughing at me?"

He shrugged again but this time you could see a small smile forming across his face. You smiled as well. It wasn't often that he smiled. You had never seen him do anything that had resembled the smallest smile.

Thomas sat back, laying on the bed. He brought both of his hands to his face and covered his eyes. He drug them down, running them over his muzzle and flopping his arms down at his sides. You smiled and shook your head slightly.

Thomas then stopped dead. He sat up quickly and looked around. Your smile faded and you stopped as well. The last time he had done this was when the kids had shown up. Now he was doing the same thing. He stood up and headed to the other side of the basement. You jumped up and ran after him.

Thomas grunted at you and grabbed the handle of the chainsaw that laid on the one workbench. He then headed upstairs quickly, almost jogging up the stairs. You followed straight behind him. As he opened the basement door, it was almost one cue when someone knocked loudly on the front door.

You both froze in place. You looked up at Thomas, who was staring a hole through the door. He suddenly looked at you for a moment and jerked his head towards the door. You shook you head quickly.

"Thomas, I can't!"

You whisper-yelled at him and he shrugged at you. What else were you supposed to do?

The knock came again and this time Thomas pushed you forward. You looked behind you at him as you stood in front of the large doors. He nudged his head forward twice and you turned back to the doors. You slowly reached for the handle and grabbed it, trying it and cracking the door open.

With one swift motion, you pulled the door open and looked up.

"I'm so-"

You froze dead and your heart dropped. You stared dead at the man in front of you and he stared back. It was b/n. Chills ran over you. His mouth dropped.

"Y/n?"

You glanced back at Thomas who was also frozen in place.

"I-I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong person."

You began to shut the door when he stuck his foot in the gap. You opened the door back up and looked at him.

"Y/n, it's you."

"No, no. I think you're mistaking me for someone else."

He knew it was you. It had to be. You had changed though. Your hair was longer and wilder. Your skin had a more tan coloration to it and you had gained some weight from Luda's cooking. It was still you though.

"I thought you were dead..."

"No, really, you have the wrong woman. I-"

You stopped as Thomas came up behind you. You froze as your brother gazed up at him. His mouth almost dropped again as he saw Thomas. As your brother wasn't the tallest, Thomas had a substantial amount of height on him than b/n.

Thomas's eyes were dark and they glared at b/n. He didn't want him here anymore and he would move him if necessary.

"I think you should go."

"But y/n!"

"Leave, b/n."

"I knew it was you! But dad and mom... everyone's been heartbroken because of you, but your alive! They'll never believe it! I have to tell them!"

That's when Thomas grabbed him. He grabbed his arm and ripped him into the house, practically throwing him onto the floor. You slammed the door shut behind them, and leaned against it.

Your brother rubbed his head and looked up, his eyes widening as Thomas stepped over him, staring down at him. The darkness covered most of his face and eyes except for the one half. You ran over and grabbed Thomas's arm, stopping him from doing anything else. You peered down at him as well.

"Look b/n, I don't know how you found me but you can't say anything to anyone. Nobody can know I'm alive. Not a soul. And certainly not mom and dad. I want you to leave and leave now before you regret it."

"But y/n!"

"You heard me, b/n. Now leave."

"Y/n..."

"Just go. And don't ever think of coming back here, understand? I'm dead, b/n. Dead."

He stared at you. He honestly couldn't believe anything he was hearing. After all this grief, he had accidentally stumbled upon her to find her alive and now she wanted him to leave? What the hell was going on? And who in the hell was the tall fucker who dragged him in?!

"Get out."

B/n slowly stood up.

"I'm not leaving."

Thomas let out a low growl and you crossed your arms.

"Get out if my house."

"This isn't your house!"

"It is now. So leave."

"What in the actual fuck, y/n?! You just supposedly fucking die and now your here? Your in some weird ass house in the middle of nowhere, and who the fuck is that guy?!"

"That's none of your business so leave!"

"Y/n, for fucks sake, I'm not leaving!"

"Fine."

You turned to Thomas. He was still glaring at b/n. You really didn't want to do this but it had to be done.

"Thomas, do it."

Thomas nodded and grabbed his chainsaw, starting it with one pull. Your brothers eyes widened with fear and he fell back.

"Shit, y/n!"

"Leave, b/n! NOW!"

He didn't waste any time. He bolted towards the door and out onto the porch. Thomas went after him. You walked out onto the porch and watched as Thomas charged after him. He was almost on him when he had reached the car he had been driving. As he jumped in, Thomas slashed the side of it, leaving a huge cut down the center of the drivers side door.

He sped off down the road, leaving Thomas standing there. You could see his massive shoulders heaving as he turned back and headed back for the house. You stood on the porch watching him. The sun was setting now as the low light hit your face. You muttered to yourself as the hum of the chainsaw died and all you heard was the birds and the insects chirping away.

"I'm sorry, b/n."