A/N: Happy Thanksgiving (Part 2!)

The movie was half over and most of the snacks were consumed. The kids were snuggled up to Tbag on one side of the couch, and Susan was rigidly sitting on the other. Tbag never looked more at home. He had his arms stretched out on both sides of the couch enjoying every minute of his new life. I was left to sit on the floor and wait for command, like the house bred pet. Instead of watching most of the movie, I observed the people around me. Like Susan, who always checked to make sure her gun hadn't moved like it would grow legs and walk away. Or the children, who always stole glances at their mother to see if she would steal some romantic time with Tbag.

A scene progressed on the movie and they erupted with laughter. Even Susan allowed herself to force a smile. Then the wheels in her head started turning as she sat forward gripping ahold of the bowl.

"Why don't I go fix some more popcorn?" she said trying to stand up.

Tbag was quick to grab ahold of her shoulders forcing her to sit back down. "Laney can take care of the popcorn if anyone wants seconds, but frankly honey if anyone could eat anymore corn I'd be a'maize'd." He said with extra emphasis and a chuckle.

I eye rolled at his attempt at humor, but all of the kids seemed to enjoy it. After all, they were his intended audience.

"I don't get it, I'm 'corn'fused." Said Gracie with extra pride in her voice at coming up with a pun on the spot.

Tbag said forward and started to laugh as he turned his attention to the girl. "You sweet pea are sharp as a pencil. I'm calling it now, the 2nd female president of these United States sitting right here watching TV with us."

Gracie blushed at Tbag's flattery clearly loving the attention. Tbag was enjoying the attention as well, brushing the hair back off of her shoulder and tracing small circles on her collar bone. It was then that I noticed that something had changed. Susan was glaring so hard at Tbag that I thought that he was going to fall over dead. Her claws were starting to show as she felt the urge to protect her daughter. As soon as he touched her is when she snapped. She set her cup back on the table but tipped it over spilling the contents.

The water was spreading on the table, and Susan was quick to get up to clean up the mess. Tbag was quick to volunteer my services as maid to clean up the mess, but she kept moving as if on a mission. She bypassed the kitchen, however, and moved into the front room. I started to follow her, but Tbag held up his hand forcing me to a halt and he followed after Susan. I had a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. The kids must have suspected something as well because they had paused the movie wondering about their mother. I smiled at them and told them I would check on their mother. I slowly walked around the corner, not wanting to give myself away to Tbag. He was talking in a low voice to Susan, and he sounded downright angry.

"I thought we were wiping the slate clean." He growled.

"We did wipe it clean." Susan pleaded.

I finally poked my head around the corner to see Susan standing by her dresser with it open, but what she was after was missing. Tbag was standing with his back to me and it was clear that he possessed what Susan had hoped to find. He was holding the gun. It could be seen on Susan's face that all of her hope had vanished. There was no trying to make things work with Tbag, she wanted to get her children and herself as from here as possible, and would go to any means to achieve this.

"Don't lie to me!" he shouted.

The kids heard Tbag shouting and became even more upset. After all, there shouldn't be shouting over a spilled drink. I tried to signal the kids to remain quiet, but I was too late. Zach was on his feet prepared to check on his mom.

"Mom." He spoke.

Tbag's back tensed at the sound of his voice. He signaled to Susan for her to remain quiet as he turned around and started heading right for us. I quickly moved out of sight and told Zach to stand back. I could hear Tbag stomping towards us.

"Zack you get your ass back on that couch." He ordered.

I recognized the tone in his voice. It was dangerous and impulsive. He was likely going to hurt someone, and I would be damned if he hurt these kids. I had to make a split decision as Tbag came into view. I whipped around and punched Tbag square in the jaw sending him to the floor.

"Get out now!" I shouted to Susan, but she didn't need to be told twice as she moved towards her children.

The mistake I realized was that I punched Tbag with my injured arm, and slow agony worked through my shoulder causing me to hunch over. It became difficult to breathe and tears started to cloud my eyes, but I could see Tbag starting to get to his feet. The gun was firmly in his hand and he looked pissed. My free hand was clutching my shoulder, but my feet were free so I moved to kick him in the back trying to give Susan as much time as possible. He anticipated my assault and rolled onto his feet and gripped ahold of my shoulder causing me to scream out. Then he clutched my throat effectively cutting off all air supply. It wasn't long before he lifted me in the air and slammed my back over the coffee table. He released me and I gasped for air as he chased after the others. I felt dizzy and as I tried to regain composure I could hear muffled cries. Tbag was waving the gun in the air, and it was clear that they were not able to escape. I pulled myself to my feet as Tbag forced everyone back into the living room.

Susan and Gracie had tears in their eyes and Zach was trying to stay strong. They were scared, but it was clear on their faces that they were confused as to the monster they were seeing. Surely their mother would never let this man invade their home. They were forced onto the couch and Tbag turned his attention back to me. I tried to stand tall, but I was just as afraid. I still had to clutch my shoulder as the searing pain hadn't stopped yet. He moved over towards me, and with no explanation punched me in the jaw sending me to the floor. The kids screamed out, but I was okay thinking I had been through worse. He was angry that I had punched him and it was an eye for an eye shot. I pulled myself back to my feet grateful that my jaw wasn't broken or dislocated.

"Go find something to tie them up with." He ordered me.

I raised my eyebrow at him. He was going to tie them up like prisoners. They had looks on their faces of sheer terror, but Tbag was done being Mr. nice guy.

"Now!" he shouted.

I didn't even know where to begin looking. Surely, Susan didn't have creepy kidnapper rope lying around the house. My search led me to the garage, hopelessly looking for anything I could use. I spotted something sitting in a box labeled 'Gracie's toys'. They were jump ropes, several jump ropes. Yellow ones, red ones, blue ones, pink ones. Tbag probably wouldn't be thrilled, but they should be able to get the job done. After pulling out all the ropes I could find, I made my way back into the living room. The first thing that was different was that Tbag was nowhere in sight. It was odd that he would leave the others unsupervised. On closer inspection, however, he wasn't concerned about Susan and her kids because their wrists were bound. He had found those plastic ties used for cars that are practically unbreakable and placed them around their hands.

A loud pounding sound ripped its way through the house, causing me to drop the jump ropes to floor and went to investigate the source of the noise. It didn't take long to see Tbag with pieces of wood from the broken table using a hammer to make barriers over the front door. He looked as though he had lost his mind. Nails were hanging out of his mouth and he was hammering away like a mad man. Plus, he was muttering to himself about Jesus being a carpenter and teaching himself how to use a hammer. It was starting to scare me.

"Tbag, what are you doing?" I asked.

He turned around quickly as if I startled him. It maybe wasn't the smartest idea to anger him while he was wielding a hammer. It seemed that he was doing whatever it was he was trying to accomplish. There was no way that door was going to be opened. He marched over to where I was standing, and nervously I backed up a few paces. I didn't want to take any chances with him still being a mood to cause harm. He spotted the jump ropes on the floor and pulled the gun out of his back pocket. He told them to get up and move into the other room. He grabbed the ropes and forced everyone into the dining room where the single chairs were. Everyone knew that Tbag was going to tie them up to the chairs. However, Tbag gave me a shove from behind.

"Tie them up." He instructed me.

"What? Why me? You do it!" I countered hesitantly.

Tbag didn't respond, but instead he threw all of the ropes at me and pointed the gun in my direction. A dry lump formed in the back of my throat as I moved towards Susan. My hands were trembling as I wrapped the ropes securely around her body, and it was worse as I moved towards the children. They both still had tears in their eyes, and it was heart wrenching. Tbag deserved a special place in hell for this kind of torture. Once I finished, I stood back up and made a special point to glare at Tbag. He grinned and moved closer to the chairs. The gun was still in his hand and he extended it to run it along Susan's face. She turned her face to the side and was completely ignoring him. No one could ignore the next words that came out of Tbag's mouth.

"We will be a family, if it kills us." He said with the most sincerity that I had no doubt we weren't leaving any time soon.