Tomorrow is just another day

Susie was the first to wake up. Her body felt so weak, and yet it was not something that made her panic, it made her feel almost safe. Blood shot sore eyes, glanced around the small room that she knew was not her room, but Thomas's. A wave of feelings flooded over her, it was not the sort of feelings that she would have when watching a shakey drawing of a knight in shining armour, protect a young princess who always seemed to have long golden blonde hair and light bright blue eyes; those were silly fantasy crushes. No. The feelings that were flowing over her now was that of;

Safety. Accpectance. Love.

These feelings that she would read up in the American Dictionary trying to find out just what they ment, and how one was ment to come round to getting them. And now just by waking up beside Thomas she felt, like she could write the dictionary on everything that was to do with true love. She knew she was being over dramatic, she had no idea if Thomas felt the same way about her.

That thought hurt.

Pain flowed through her body, not because of the bullet wound that was still healing but because of panic. What if Thomas did not love her and only allowed her to be with him, in his bed because he felt sorry for her? Turning her head she looked down at Thomas, and all of those thoughts left her the moment her eyes looked at his sleeping form.

Thomas was laying on his side, his dark brown stripped pyjama top had riden up, showing his lucky trail that started at his belly button and disapered underneath the elastic band of his pyjama pants. The flesh on his slightly exposed stomach was tanned and scarred, the scars stood out from the tan as they were white much like exposed bone. His arm was drapped over her blanket covered waist, his fingers intangled within the sheets and pressed against her hip bone, his dark brown hair covered his face shielding his closed eyes. His mask covering his noes and mouth. As she leaned forward slightly she was just able to see the tip of his pink tongue resting, against his lower lip as he let out a low snore.

Susie had to curl her lower lip underneath her teeth to try and prevent herself from laughing, as she listened to him snore. When she slept beside Creek she would never take the time to admire his body, but with Thomas it was different it seemed that everyday he was always changing much like the weather. As not to disturb his sleep Susie carefully propped herself up onto her elbow, and peered out of the window, she could tell by the tree that had been planted near the front of the house that the seasons were changing.

Autumn was coming.

She smiled. Autumn was her favourite time of the year, it was when the leaves would die and the trees would fall silent much like soliders putting away their swords so that they could embrace their wives and children. She wondered if Thomas liked Autumn and began to imagine, playing with him in the leaves creating a mess of the porch and playing till their faces were covered in mud and their hair tangled with leaves. It was a childish fantasy but around here laying with Thomas she got the feeling, that she would not need to hide who she really was. Slowly allowing her arm to lay back down before pins and needles, were able to create the perfect morning uncomfortable for her Susie laid back down.

She did not stay still for long, her tired eyes looked towards Thomas just managing to witness him flick out his tongue as he licked around the rough surface of his mouth before he slipped his tongue back into his mouth, and push his head deeper into the pillow as he let out a shakey sigh before falling silent.

Susie could not help but pout, she much enjoyed listening to the sound of his light snores, it was almost uncomforting not hearing them. Shuffling carefully against the matress she moved herself closer to Thomas, her knees just resting below his own, her head found safety underneath his chin while she pressed her chest up against his own, the warmth that was radiating from his body was comforting and made her stomach become filled with butterflies.

Susie laid listening to the sound of Thomas's heart beat, how it was so slow and loud. She began to wonder what it sounded like, when he was chasing after people with his chainsaw, that big piece of metal that Susie was careful to not go near.

She remembered the first time that she had seen him rise it above his head, before chasing after a young female who had dared to slash Hoyt across his face with the kitchen knife. Susie had watched Thomas run out from the front door, instead of racing after him she had raced to her room, pressed her face against her window and breathed against the glass, blurring the image of him racing and the women stumbling. She used her pinky finger to write a note in the glass.

Keep him safe.

It was strange concidering when that happened it was her first night at the Hewitts and instead of worrying about the female, who could have been Susie if she had not wondered in on Luda when she was alone, she was worried about Thomas and pleading with natural forces to take care of him as he raced out into the night to keep his family safe.

Susie could still remember seeing him the next day, his hair was a mess and his apron was covered in blood. She remembered seeing the fear in his dark eyes, the fear that was aimed at her like he was afraid that she would not accpect him for what he was. But all she did was stare at him before smiling softly and whispering;

"Blood is really your colour."

That was the first time that Susie had seen Thomas laugh, at least she thought that he was laughing; his shoulders shaking and she could tell by the shape of his eyes that there was a smile on his lips.

Susie lifted her eyes up as she gazed at the still sleeping Thomas, it seemed that rising up to see the first leaves fall from the tree was out of the question, but that did not bother her. She would rather be pressed against him warm and safe, than have him hide back into his shell again, a shell that she was trying to get into. She wanted to be apart of his world.

Opening her mouth she let out a small sigh which was mixed with his light snore, her eyes rolled back within her skull as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be taken back into dream world.

Down in the kitchen

'No rest for the wicked'

That was a phrase that had been tossed around the war camp, back when Charlie was alive, back when the real Hoyt was crawling around in diapers back before Thomas's disease had a name.

Hoyt had heard the soliders who kept him and his "friends" locked up in the cages, whisper that to one another, as they worked over a bubbling pot that was filled with the corpses, of poor soliders who were not lucky enough to be officers. That was back when the kidnappers were "kind" towards the officers, back when being a officer and being held captive ment something, back to when Hoyt trully thought there was no escape and he would never see his family again.

Flicking out his hand he gripped harshly onto the wooden spoon as he slammed it against the kitchen side, his hairy knuckles turning a ghostly white as he grinded his teeth together as he tried to get some control, over his body urges. Weakness. That was a word he would torch. A word that had been surrounding Susie when she lay in a death bed. But Hoyt had seen something in Susie when she breathed those two words to his, disfigured nephew, he had see strength. At first when she was introduced to the family Hoyt wanted to toss her down into the cellar and be done with her, but after seeing her survive the bullet wound he was growing more fond of her. Of course he would not be lovely towards her, but at least now he would trully start to treat her like a part of the twisted family.

His head tilted back exposing his ugly swan like neck as he looked up towards the floor boards of the ceiling his ears were waiting, to hear the faintst sound of someone waking up from their slumber. So far nothing. Snorting like a pig who had been pushed into a pen he lowered his head and looked at the unheated stove, Luda was the one who always cooked even if she was to spend her day down at the small store that brought little, to no buisness. Pushing himself away from the counter he walked sulkly into the living room to watch some morning tv, in order to try and drown out his boredom along with the sound of his empty stomach that growled with avengence.

Back up in Thomas's room

Thomas was finally starting to wake up from his more than peaceful slumber. As he rose his light headed skull from the warmth of his pillow, and opened his eyes he gazed around the room with a dazed look in his eyes. He lowered his gaze down to the sleeping Susie who was pressed up against his chest, like a cat snuggled up on a owners lap.

At first he thought he was the first one to wake up, as Susie looked so peaceful and though she had moved he thought that it was just down to her trying to get comfortable when she was asleep. Turning his head as he looked over his shoulder, he saw that the sunlight was just starting to show its self through, the pale white clouds that were covering the beauty of the baby blue sky. He knew that Luda would be up soon, Hoyt no doubt was already awake. And Monty... Well Monty got up when ever he felt like it, everyone in the house knew better than to wake him up.

Slowly Thomas moved his arm that was resting against Susie's waist and nudged her gently; it was more of a gentle poke than a nudge.

Susie twisted around slightly within the sheets as she let out a small groan. Thomas grinned behind his mask when he saw the movements that Susie was giving off, he poked her again being sure to just stick to her shoulder as he did not want to accidently poke her wounded side.

"I heard you the first poke."

Susie mumbled in a not to pleased tone.

Thomas pulled his hand back as he began to lightly chew on his tongue, covering it more bumps and scars. He remained still as he watched Susie lift her head up from her pillow, her cheek that she was resting on was red, her hair messy but not in such a way that it looked like a forest that had been caught in a storm.

Susie gazed at Thomas with a look of confussion and hatred before it quickly changed, into happieness.

"Time to go and get some breakfast then?"

She spoke as she began to slowly climb out of the bed, taking her time as her side was tender much like the rest of her freshly awoken body.

Thomas remained where he was gazing at her figure, watching the way that she moved with such great care, to make sure that she would not cause herself any discomfort. He did not know that he had dazed out for a moment until he felt the prod on his shoulder, and looked up to see a mother like Susie stand infront of him, her hands on her hips and her eyes focused on him.

"Hey. Don't even think about falling asleep again."

Thomas blushed underneath his mask as he began to get out of bed. Just as his feet touched the ground, he watched as Susie limped out of his room towards her own room where she would be able to get dressed in peace. He watched her, loving how the early morning sun light seemed to give her wounded body a much needed glow.

She was beautiful.

He loved her.