Chores?!
I wish I could be outside playin' or other things but mama said I gotta do my chores. Everyone gots em. And it was the week before school started. I had to clean my room, help Bubba (one of cousin Thomas/Leatherface's nicknames) clean the floor of the shack we killed that guy in. Uncle Hoytt said it was startin' to smell like dead ass in there. After that I had to feed our animals. Work, work, work. No time for play. After my chores were done I went inside and Luda Mae gave me fresh lemonade. She makes the best lemonade. Mama was busy arguing with Uncle Hoytt again. He was pesterin' her on why she named me Wolf. Or she was fightin' coz he always whistled when he wanted me to come to him like a dog. Whatever. But Uncle Hoytt did teach me things too. He told me he hated Draft Dodgers, if your told to fight for somethin' the ya gotta do it. Ain't nobody cares what you have planned or what you gotta do first.
Hoytt also taught me how to fire a gun. Mama didn't like that much. She always thought I was gonna shoot my head off or something. Goin' back to school was gonna be trouble though. I am goin' to the same school Bubba went to. The kids are different but they're still pricks. They are always callin' my family inbred retards. And if I mouth back then I'm the one that's wrong. If I hit back then I'm the one that instigated it. So basically I just have to shut up and take what's given me. I came home from school one day with a blacked eye and a fat lip. I had been suspended for 'fightin' in the play yard. The other kid? Didn't get nothin' I asked if the other kid was gonna get in trouble to and they said to me "what about the other kid Hewitt?" so I knew then nothing would happen. Mama wasn't to thrilled about the outcome. She marched right up to the school and reamed the principal a good one. He mouthed back of course calling her a dirty whore while I was there. I told him he could fuck himself which shocked mama. I had never said the f-word before. At least not infront of her. The principal took a swing at me determined to "knock the retard out of me" and make me normal no matter what it took.
Big mistake. What he didn't know is that Bubba had been whining to go with Mama and she reluctantly agreed. Now with an unconscious principal in tow we made our way home. While Bubba put the man on the hook for later Mama cuffed the back of my head and told me not to say that word anymore or id be sorry. Very very sorry. I looked at mama and saw a deadly glint in her eyes. I knew she was serious. I also knew she killed a family member before I came to stay with them….but she wouldn't kill her own daughter would she?
Rather than an ass-whoopin' I got extra chores added to my list. The real nasty ones. Clean out the hog pen, clean the sludge out of the grinder (be careful around that grinder Wolf. Don't you fall in none mama had said), clean the meat block, and other things. Mama had pardoned me to help Bubba after I had worked real hard on my chores. I guess it was a form of an apology for Principal trying to hit me. Mama had even gave me a hug and apologized after realizing that I was going to her defense. I went inside and saw that Bubba had given me a chainsaw to use after we had laid the man out. Enscribed on the chainsaw were the words "The Saw is Family." I don't know what that meant but I gathered it was pretty important.
The principal awoke just as we was cutting into his skin. He was yellin, and cryin' an awful lot as we was removing his guts. Finally the man was dead and we cut him into pieces putting each part into the respective barrels. Then we'd hand it off to The Cook who would prepare it for our meals and to sell at the gas station Cousin Tex worked at part of the time. I didn't like cousin Tex much. One time I accidently walked in on him. He was layin' down naked on top of a young woman and the woman was tryin' to get him off of her. But he didn't get off his butt kept going up and down and the woman was struggling underneath his sweaty body. After he got done and killed her (which didn't bother me none) he gave me this weird maniacal look. "You lookin' good girl. Just like yer mama." I kept my distance after seeing he was still "hard" and lookin' at me.
No one in our family likes Tex much. Hell he ain't even been officially adopted into our family like I had been,. He just sort of drifted in. The only reason he was tolerated was that he kept our hobby a secret in exchange for some of the profits and a steady supply of drugs that cousin Nubbins gave him. That's the ONLY reason we tolerated him. I personally wanted to kill that fucking bastard. And if I had known what he was going to do to me later on…I would have.