My hands were sweating, clammy, despite the heat. My thighs felt tight, like my legs were on the verge of locking up, never to move again. I sat in the seat of the truck as close to the door as possible. The words he had said were echoing through my head, my mind racing, and I knew I had to run. I had to get out of this truck and away from him. No matter the cost. Nothing could be worse than what had happened, what would happen, to me.

"You're close to seventeen now, baby doll. We gotta stop by and see an old friend." He touched my cheek, his fingers against my skin making me feel nauseous.

My stomach churned at the words he had said. I glanced down at the map he had given me, but I was ignoring the highways we were supposed to be taking. I was leading us down random back roads and I could tell he was beginning to get agitated. He's gonna realize soon what I'm doin'.. "Turn here." I said quietly, pointing to the dirt road ahead.

"This can't be right!" He fussed calmly, turning down the driveway. I could see, what appeared to be, a farm house up ahead. Still... That's a long way to run... "Let me see that map." I handed it over carefully, as he stared at me. Reaching up, he touched my hair, causing my jaw to clench. "Why'd you cut your hair, Evelyn? Makes you look like a boy. I don't like it at all. You should've asked first before you did that.." He frowned, before reaching down to take the map. Now's your chance! My brain screamed at me to make my move now.

Grabbing the door handle, I pushed my door open and jumped from the car. Running as fast as I could, I ran down the dirt road toward the farm house. I could hear the anger in his voice as he screamed at me, his footsteps thudding on the dirt road behind me. Putting on a burst of speed, I ran faster than I ever thought I could, reaching the yard area surrounding the house. There had been a sign a ways back that read 'Sawyer Farm' or something like that.

I slowed my run, seeing a crowbar lying in the grass near the fence. Snatching it up quickly, I had no doubts in my mind what I was going to do. The thought of children being around came to mind for a moment, but it was just a flash. I didn't want a child to see anything like this, but when I turned to see him barreling toward me, I suddenly didn't care anymore. I swung the crowbar hard, catching him in the knee before he had the chance to dodge it.

CRACK! The sound of the crowbar connecting with his knee cap was loud in my ears. It was the loudest thing I had ever heard, surprising me that I swung hard enough to create that noise. He screamed out in pain, falling to the ground, rolling about. I went blank for a moment, unsure of what I was doing. "YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Came out of his mouth in a growl and snapped me back to reality. I brought the crowbar high above my head, smashing it down onto his shoulder. The prong ends sunk into his flesh and I pulled hard on the bar. "WH-WHAT THE FUCK?" He rolled a little to the right, screaming in pain.

"I WAS AIMIN' FOR YOUR HEAD!" I shouted, as I brought the crowbar back up.

"What in the holy hell is goin' on out here?" A woman's voice made me freeze, and I looked up to see a dark haired lady on the porch. A man stumbled out of the door behind her, his eyes on me.

"Call the police!" The man squirming in front of me yelped. "She's tryin' to kill me!"

"Ma'am, I'm sorry.. But you might wanna look away!" I called to her. Something in her eyes caught my attention, making my stomach knot. She wasn't looking at me in shock or fear or surprise. She looked... Curious, almost.

"Should I get Jed?" The man asked her, but she shook her head.

"No, wait.." She replied quietly.

Without waiting any longer, I brought the crowbar down again. On his head. His face. Over and over and over, I was screaming with every swing. Every time he had ever touched me, hit me... Every awful word he had ever said to me, every threat, every single thing about him.. I just kept bring the bar down over and over and over. I couldn't stop.

"AGHH!" I let out another little scream, slinging the crowbar to the side. I could feel something running down my face and I looked down at my arms. My arms and dress were covered in blood. My white shoes were splattered and streaked with blood. My eyes darted to the mess I had made, his face unrecognizable. I felt sick and I turned away, taking a deep breath. I thought I was going to throw up.

"Miss?" The man called to me, and I straightened up, putting my hands up slowly.

"I'm sorry..." I managed to say the words as I started to cry. "I'm sorry, you can do..wh-whatever y-you have to. Call th-the police or.." I trailed off, shaking my head.

"Why don't we get you inside and clean you up? Then we'll talk." The woman made her way down the porch toward me. Stunned, I put my hands down, allowing her to guide me inside the old house. She led me to a bathroom, ushering me inside. "You gotta name?"

"E-Evelyn." I managed to say, as she started the water.

"Verna Sawyer." She began wiping my face with the warm water. "If you don't mind me askin', who the hell was that man?"

"My father." I replied, staring blankly at the wall.

"You just killed your daddy?" The woman asked, but her tone was calm.

"He was a bad, bad, man." I whispered.

"How so?"

"Abusive.. He..he was on his w-way to take me to a friend of his." I looked away.

"He rape you?" She was blunt.

"He was goin' to." I admitted. "So, so, I-I ran."

"Did more than that." She muttered and I kept quiet. "You sorry you killed him?"

"No, ma'am."

"Would you do it again?"

"Yes, ma'am." I answered without hesitation.

"How old are you?" More questions.

"Sixteen."

"Sixteen, huh... You scare easily?"

"Not anymore." I mumbled.

"Any family gonna be missin' you?" She asked, stepping back to inspect her work.

"No, ma'am." I shook my head, my stomach knotting again. Why all these... Weird questions?

"No mother?"

"She's been gone a long time." I whispered.

"Oh, honey..." Her face seemed genuinely saddened by that. "Well, on Sawyer Farm, we don't do things like the norm."

"Y-You mean... You're not gonna..call the cops?" I asked in shock.

"No. I'm not.. But only if you listen and do what I say. Got that?"

"I can.. I can do that." I nodded.

"I'll get you some fresh clothes. Why don't you take a bath and wash up."

"Thank you." I said quietly. "Thank you." She gave me a quick sympathetic smile, before leaving me alone in the wash room, shutting the door behind her.

My mind was racing, my thoughts swirling. I was terrified and had no idea what was going on. I-I killed him. I actually did it... I can't believe I did it.. I killed him. I'm free... I'm actually fuckin' free... I sat down on the edge of the tub and began to cry. The images of his bashed head flashed through my mind, making me cry harder. I can't believe I did that... I did that.. Jumping up, I began ripping off my clothes, wanting to get his blood off of me. I wanted to wash myself clean of him forever.

In the water, I scrubbed. I scrubbed and scrubbed, and just when I thought I was clean, I scrubbed some more. Sitting in the tub, I pulled my knees to my chest and rocked gently in the water. Taking a deep breath, I rocked back and forth, trying to keep myself calm. Everything inside me was a swirling chaos. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Fresh tears welled up in my eyes, slipped down my face and to the tip of my nose. They ran onto my knees, but I didn't wipe them away. I just kept rocking.

Tap, tap, tap. The light tapping of knuckles at the door made me jump. "Can I come in?"

"Yes, ma'am." I said quietly, still holding my knees to my chest. The dark haired woman stepped inside, putting fresh clothes on the sink.

"You hungry?" She questioned, looking down at me.

"I-I'm not sure." I admitted with a shaky voice.

"No rush, you take your time. But when you're done in here... I'll have some lunch ready."

"Thank you." I felt the need to say the words, but I still felt uneasy about this whole place. Who in their right mind sees a person kill another person in their front yard and does nothin' about it? Somethin' is off with this place...these people... Still.. They had taken me in like I hadn't done anything wrong. And that wasn't right.

Maybe she understands.. Think about the questions she asked. It made sense. Someone who had been through the same situation or watched someone they cared for go through it, they could understand why I did what I did. Hell, I wasn't even sure I understood why I did what I did. All I knew, is that if I hadn't killed him, it would have been really bad for me. Really bad. And I couldn't take anymore. I'd finally had enough of him. After all those years I had finally snapped.

And I had to admit... It felt pretty damn good.

Hello, readers !

So, I am basing this story off of the 2017 Leatherface movie. I am changing things here and there about Leatherface as a whole, only to fit in my story. I don't want to give too much away, obviously this is going to be a Jed/OC story. Leatherface is a teenager, which is so odd to me, but the movie was amazing and that's why I am writing this Fanfic story.. I am stoked about this and cannot wait to see what you guys think of it. As always, reviews are welcome !

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