DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN Texas Chainsaw Massacre or any of its characters and I do not make any profit off of this. This is only for my pure enjoyment and those who wish to read.
CLAIMER: I OWN my original character Riley Abernathy (who may or may not be a Mary-Sue), Sally Ann Thornton, and anyone else that is not a part of the Murder Family.
WARNING: This will be slightly AU and the Slaughter Family will have their OOC moments. Also, this story will be fast-paced.
BETA READER: There is no beta reader for this fan-fiction, so there will be mistakes that I have missed.
PORTRAYALS: Hoyt Hewitt is portrayed by Dan Stevens (with short blonde locks). Thomas Hewitt is portrayed by Henry Cavill (with shoulder length wavy hair).
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ah…enjoy.
-Chapter Five-
"I can't believe you right now, Hoyt Hewitt! You are supposed to be resting, not gallivanting across the field and ripping a couple of your stitches," Riley voiced as sternly as she could while carefully cleaning up the small amount of blood leaking from Hoyt's wound.
Hoyt grinned, wincing a bit when his stitches pulled. It has been a week since he was injured 'on the job' and Riley has been something else. Hoyt leaned back against her pastel green, blue, and beige plaid sofa with its floral print accent pillows.
"I was tired of bein' holed up in the house, Rye," Hoyt stated, distracting himself from her dabbing some antibiotic ointment on his cut by playing with a strand of wavy brunette hair that had fallen over her shoulder.
"So you decided to hole up in my house, did you?" She shot back without any bite to it, her voice filled with concentration as she taped clean gauze over the healing area. "You never did say how you got this."
Hoyt exhaled slowly. Just thinking about that asshole that got one up on him made him angry.
"Hey," Riley murmured, cupping Hoyt's cheek and nudging his face to look at her.
"Hm?" Hoyt hummed, covering her hand with his that still had a strand of her hair wrapped around his fingers.
"You get him?"
Hoyt blinked and then he was grinning widely at her question, his anger suddenly gone.
"Of course I got him. You think I'd let some wannabe thug have a go at me and then escape custody?" Hoyt asked, his grin sharpening as he recalled exactly what Tommy did to that piece of shit.
"Good. I couldn't bear the thought of someone who came at you with a knife roaming around out there," Riley admitted and Hoyt caught the tremble of her bottom lip.
Hooking a finger into one of her belt loops, he tugged her close enough for him to press his mouth against hers. Riley's other hand ran through his disheveled blonde locks, grasping the short strands as she kissed back. Before the kiss could deepen, Riley pulled away. Hoyt wanted nothing more than to flip them over and make love to her against the soft cushions of the couch, his want painfully hard. She pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth before she stood up and went into the kitchen. He sighed in frustration. Just watching her walk away in her navy blue dress fluttering over her thighs was enough to have him biting back a groan. Riley came back holding a bowl and she passed it to him.
"Rye…what the hell is this?" Hoyt asked, staring down at some tan mush that seemed to clump together.
"Oatmeal, it's good for you," Riley stated and he stared up at her with disbelief.
A giggle erupted from her plump rosy lips and he knew right then that she was fucking with him. He chuckled, passing the bowl back to her when she reached for it. When she came back out of the kitchen for the second time, she had a food tray. Carefully setting it on his lap, Hoyt took in the smell of hearty stew and baked bread.
"Mama Lu gave me some chuck as thanks for the cobbler I made her and Papa, so I made stew. Guess I knew you'd be over here at some point today," Riley stated and Hoyt took a big spoonful of meat and vegetables, dipping a piece of bread in the juices.
The sound that came from him had her blushing. His only regret was that he missed it; too busy eating the delicious food. He did not realize how much he missed her cooking until he was forced on bed rest for a week. It would have been longer if he had not snuck out.
"Here," Riley said once he had finished every bite, placing two pills in his hand.
He took them with the last of his water and she took everything back to the kitchen. A few minutes later, having washed everything, Riley stepped back into the living room to see Hoyt dozing off. Walking over, Riley sat down on the edge of the coffee table and began unlacing his boots. He watched her through drooping eyes as she took his boots off and set them to the side before she nudged him to stretch out along the couch. Pulling a thin quilt off of the back of the couch, she tucked it around him and would have walked off to let him nap if not for his hand grabbing hers.
"Come on, sweetheart, lay down with me," Hoyt murmured, pulling her closer.
"Fine, but no funny business. Knowing you, you'll rip your stitches even more," Riley huffed and carefully lay down beside him.
Hoyt wrapped an arm around her to keep her from falling off of the side, his other hand cupping the back of her knee and pulling her leg over his. He bit his lip in an effort to hold back a smirk as he let his hand roam further up her smooth thigh. She gently smacked his chest, causing him to laugh.
"I mean it, Hoyt," Riley whispered, even as she pressed a kiss to his chin.
He turned his head and kissed whatever he could, that being her forehead as she nuzzled her face against his chest. Closing his eyes, he let the pain medicine pull him into a slumber.
-oOo-
Another month has passed and it was the peak of August, today being one of the hottest days so far. Pale gray denim shorts and a navy tank top hugged Riley's curves, leaving sun-kissed tanned skin of her legs and arms bare. Brunette locks were fashioned in a braided crown, only a few loose strands framing her flushed face. She spent the morning working out in her garden before hanging laundry. Soft music came from the radio she had set in the open kitchen window, although there was a lack of breeze today. Riley absently fanned her face with her hand as she finished hanging the last of her clothes. Glancing up, she noted that the sun was high in the sky and held no mercy for those under its hot rays. Looking away, Riley swayed as black dots danced across her vision. She caught herself on the clothesline post before she could fall.
"Got too hot," Riley murmured, taking a moment to allow her head to stop swimming.
She then bent down to pick up the basket, barely managing to miss it as she collapsed in a faint.
"Ms. Riley! Ms. Riley, are you okay? Wake up!"
Riley groaned at the child's voice screaming at her and the small hands shaking her shoulders.
"Hang on, Ms. Riley, I'll go get help!"
She vaguely recognized the voice belonging to Jedidiah before she was swallowed back up by darkness.
"Help! Help! It's Ms. Riley!" Jedidiah screamed as loud as he could as he ran through the field.
He kept screaming until he was close enough to the plantation house for whoever was inside to hear him. Monty pushed out of the screen door at the sound.
"What are you screamin' about, boy?" Monty questioned even as Jedidiah tripped at the base of the steps while panting for breath.
"It's Ms. Riley. She fell down and won't get up!" Jedidiah cried out.
Monty wheeled back to the screen door and into the house.
"Tommy! Hoyt! You best get up here right now! Riley-Bee is in trouble!" Monty shouted even as Luda Mae came out of the kitchen.
"What happened to Riley-Bee?" Luda Mae demanded, seeing Jedidiah breathing heavily from the porch.
Tommy and Hoyt came up from the cellar, both wide eyed with a bit of madness gleaming in their gaze. Blood splattered and stained their clothes and hands, having been downstairs with a couple of trespassers.
"You two best get on to Riley-Bee's. Jed said she fell and won't get up," Monty ordered them and Hoyt was running out of the house towards Riley's, nevermind the bloodstains on his clothes or the fact he has a car.
Tommy followed close behind while Luda Mae ordered Jedidiah to get in Monty's old truck so she could drive on over there. Hoyt's heart raced in his chest as he spotted Riley laid out by the clothesline, her empty basket turned over.
"Get the door, Tommy!" Hoyt shouted at his younger brother as he scooped Riley up into his arms.
He clenched is teeth as her head lolled to the side, her body limp. Luda Mae pulled up in the truck just as Hoyt was climbing up on the porch.
"She's burnin' up. Get her in the tub," Luda Mae ordered, hurrying through the house to start up a cold bath.
Tommy's heavy feet paced up and down the short hallway as Hoyt lowered Riley into the cold water of the bathtub. Her eyes shot open and she gasped at the cold water assaulting her hot body.
"Mama?" Riley slurred, her eyes glassy.
"Hush now, sweetie, you had yourself a heat spell," Luda Mae said as she dabbed some cool water along her brow. "Jedidiah saw what happened and fetched us. Hoyt, grab her a change of clothes."
Hoyt did not want to leave Riley, but his ma's hard gaze aimed up at him gave him no other choice. Tommy paused in his pacing at the sight of him.
"Ma has her in the tub. Seems the heat got to her," Hoyt told him.
Tommy grunted, giving his long sleeves a yank that had Hoyt's brow rise.
"You don't need to have a lot on to suffer from heat stroke. She was probably outside without a break for a while now," Hoyt explained, going into Riley's bedroom and began to root through her dresser for some clothes.
He skipped over the lace and picked up a pair of cotton panties, soft sleep shorts and a tank top. Hoyt then took them back to the bathroom where his ma had striped Riley of her clothes, but he was unable to see anything as Luda Mae was towel drying her off. He stepped out as Luda Mae helped Riley into the clean clothes, only coming back when his ma called for him.
"You take her to her room so she can rest," Luda Mae stated, collecting the wet clothes from off of the floor. "Don't argue, Riley-Bee."
Riley nodded, her legs still shaky. Hoyt did not hesitate in picking her up. Tommy followed them into her bedroom and watched as Hoyt set Riley down on her bed. Hoyt sat down on the edge of her bed, brushing a damp lock of hair off of her face as she laid down. It was then he realized that he and Tommy both had blood all over them. Leaning down, Hoyt pressed a kiss to her cool lips.
"Sleep now. I'll be by to check up on you later," Hoyt whispered in her ear.
He stood up and left the room before she could get her eyes to focus and he motioned for Tommy to leave with him.
-oOo-
Riley slowly drifted awake at the feel of a warm hand splayed out on her bare stomach, a thumb rubbing soothingly against her flesh. Scruff from the beginnings of a beard tickled her shoulder as its owner shifted in their sleep.
"Hoyt?" Riley murmured softly with a sigh, turning her head and opening her eyes.
Short blonde hair and darkening hazel eyes greeted her before his mouth slanted over hers. It was not anything deep, just a soft peck that seemed to reflect how relieved he was that she was awake.
"What happened?" She whispered, closing her eyes again and resting her head in the curve of Hoyt's shoulder.
His arm moved further around her, cupping her hip and holding her close.
"You had a heating spell while hanging laundry. Jedidiah witnessed you collapsing on the ground and ran all the way to the plantation house for help," Hoyt explained, his voice a husky whisper. "Riley, you have to pay better attention. What if next time you collapse and no one is there to help you?"
Riley tensed at Hoyt's words. Moss green orbs blinked open and Riley pushed herself up to look down at Hoyt's face. Concern and fear swan in blue pools and Riley found herself nodding.
"I'm sorry for scaring everyone," Riley voiced softly, her voice carrying her sincerity.
A growl sounded and Riley's lips pursed as she fought off a blush while Hoyt's blue eyes gleamed in laughter, a sound that soon escaped the blonde. Huffing a bemused sigh, Riley moved to get up from the bed and thus Hoyt's arms.
"There's some leftover meatball rotini casserole I'll heat up with some garlic bread—Hoyt!" Riley cried out in surprise as Hoyt grabbed her by the hips and flipped them over until he was straddling the brunette's thighs.
"I will put the casserole in the oven and toast some bread. You, Rye, are to stay in bed," Hoyt ordered playfully, nipping plump lips when they parted to argue.
Sighing, Riley tightened her hold on the front of Hoyt's t-shirt.
"Fine, but make sure to pre-heat the oven to 350 degrees and put some tinfoil over the casserole prior to putting it in the oven. Also, there is some—mhm."
Hoyt's chuckle was muffled as he pressed a kiss to Riley's pouting lips, cutting off her instructions. She lightly smacked his shoulders in response, before wrapping her arms around the blonde's neck and pulling him close. Thoughts of leftover casserole soon became lost as their kiss deepened and hands began to roam.