#thomashewittimagines

Ugghhhh why do I suck at drawing dudes

(Again guys, this could be triggering for some. Please continue reading at your comfort pace. I love you guys!)

You sat on your bed, looking out the old familiar window of your chosen childhood. From downstairs, you could hear Luda Mae humming a soft song as she prepared supper. The scents werent different. Not quite beef. Not quite chicken. Almost like pork... But so different. You knew you could ask what it is, but something in your heart told you it was better not to know.

Thunder roared outside as the storm raged. Lightning, hot white as it raced across the sky, illuminating the room. But all you wanted to hear was Thomas's breathing as he stood by the door, unsure if he could come in or not.

"Hey Tommy," you whispered, holding out a hand in invitation. "Come in."

Thomas hesitated for a moment before crossed the room, his heavy footsteps causing the floorboards to creak under his weight. His hands trembled as he took your hand in his.

You looked toward his breathing as you swung your legs over the side of the bed, your legs hitting his.

You didnt see him kneel in front of you until you felt his chest against your knees. He pushed against them softly. You chuckled as you spread your knees.

Thomas knee walked across the small distance until his body touched yours, his head on your chest. His big arms wrapping around you. He sighed when he could hear your heartbeat. He stilled for only a moment when he felt your fingers through his hair, touching the leather straps that held his mask to his head. But he relaxed as he felt your fingers run through his hair.

"I missed you Tommy..." He heard you whisper, felt your lips against his forehead. He rubbed his cheek between your breasts as he rubbed his hand up and down your back.

He put your hand to his cheek and held it there. "Missed... You... Too."

You smiled as you held him, your chin resting on the top of his head. Your eyes closed for a moment as the two of you enjoyed each others company as your thoughts went to the memory of him kissing you.

You wanted him to kiss you again. To feel his body against yours. His, hard from the years of labor from the meat factory he once worked at pressing against the softness of you. Your breasts squished against his chest. His lips, warm and soft, against yours.

You wanted him to grab you, to touch you. And when his hand that was rubbing your back slipped under your shirt, you moaned his name.

He jerked away from you. Held in place by your arms.

"Whats wrong?" You asked, your face full of shock by the movement.

"No hurt... You."

"Oh Thomas.... You didnt hurt me." You whispered, touching his face. "I want you to touch me."

Thomas's breathing grew fast at the thought. How he wanted to put you on all fours as he rode you from behind. But it was your face, the soft smile that he wanted to see.

He touched your face gently as he crawled back to you. His body pressing against yours. His crotch pressed intimately against yours. You could feel his sudden hardness between your legs.

"Want... Touch?"

You nodded as you swallowed. You closed your eyes as his fingers trembled up your sides and over your breasts. His thumbs unknowingly seeking your nipples through your pajama top, causing them to harden.

He moaned at the sight.

"Touch you?"

"Please."

Thomas wanted to suck on them. The idea of his mouth on your breasts drove him wild. He could feel his dick harden more as blood surged to it. He wanted to plunge it into you. Over and over until you both were screaming in ecstasy.

As he lowered his mouth to your skin, his hand pulling your shit down, stretching it over your breast. He moaned as your nipple popped out from its fabric protection. His tongue flicked out, barely touching it as he licked.

"THOMAS BROWN HEWITT!"

Luda Mae's shout caused you two to jump as it came from the doorway.

"YOU GET AWAY FROM HER RIGHT NOW BOY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Luda Mae shouted again as she marched across the floor to grab her son by the ear.

Luda Mae watched him squirm as he struggled to get to his feet. "You damn well better woo this girl! She needs to be treated with respect!"

"Luda Mae... Please." You whispered as you put your breast back into your shirt. "I...."

"You shush girl, this boy of mine will woo you! I won't have any damn hooligans in my house!"

Thomas whimpered. But before Luda Mae could yell at him again, she heard the honk from a car outside.

You didnt see her eyes narrow in fear and anger. Nor her lips curling into a snarl.

"Tommy, you take (your name) down to your room. Keep her safe. Keep your hands to yourself, and wait until I call you."

Thomas nodded as he rubbed the ear that his mother let go. He walked to you without saying a word and took you into his arms. You knew not to say a word as Luda Mae walked out of the room.

But before you and Thomas left the room. You took his cheek in hand to cause him to look at you.

"I want you," you whispered to him. Your sightless eyes searching his face. "I want to feel your lips against my skin..."

Thomas crushed his lips to your before Luda Mae shouted for him.

"Now boy!"

20 years later

Music blasted out of the car radio, filling your sensitive ears with the sounds of hard rock and roll. Your sightless eyes stared out the window as the wind went through your hair, causing it to flutter across your face. You could smell the faint scent of cow manure, wheat and the slight humidity. And that meant only one thing.

You were home.

Your lips curved into a smile.

"Hey (your name)!"

You tilted your head toward the voice of the driver, a man named James Connor. He had been forced upon you when you had been forced to move after your blindness. He was afterall, the asshole who did it to you. But because your parents made you forgive him.

You never did.

"What?"

"We're almost home at that shit hole we used to live in!" James said, his laughing blue eyes looking over your body, taking in your curves and lingering on your breasts.

"I can't wait." You reply as you stare back out the window. And you meant it, you wanted to see Home again... You missed home. Missed him. Did he miss you? Did he even remember you?

The sounds of heavy breathing behind you caused your eye brows to raise. Sounds like James's little brother, Ivan, was making out with Melissa, Ivan's short term girlfriend.

Melissa was moaning as she rubbed herself on Ivans lap as they made out. Loud. Obnoxious. And super fake.

You rolled your eyes. "Hey Ivan, shes faking it." You say loudly enough for them to hear.

Ivan tore his lips from Melissa's, his hands still fondling her slightly breasts.

"How the fuck do you know she's moaning? You're fucking blind!" Ivan retorted, bringing Melissa's grinning face back down to his before beginning to nibble on her neck.

"Yeah... I can guarantee... I... Ain't faking it." Melissa panted.

You laughed. "I'm blind, not deaf. And I have been living with her for nearly five years. Trust me. She's fakin it."

The moaning stopped as injured silence filled the car, except for your slight chuckle as you enjoyed the silence.

That silence was interrupted by a loud "Fuck!

"Whats the matter bro?" Ivan asked, pouting still over the fact that his girl was faking, his blue eyes looking angrily at you.

"We're running out of gas. So next gas station, we gotta fuckin stop. I hate fuckin stopping."

You didnt say a word as you lay your head against the seatbelt and closed your eyes.

You didnt know how much time passed before the van seemed to putt to a stop outside a gas station.

"Fucking finally!" James exclaimed as he put the car into park and turned it off. "It's been like a fucking hour. And this is a goddamn shithole."

He climbed out of the car and looked at the gas station. It was old. Paint was dull, peeling and covered in dust. Motorcycles lined the side of the building.

"(Your name), I wish you could see this shit hole." He says as he flings open the door to let you out. "Some bullshit place called Luda Mae's."

Luda Mae.... Could it... You got out of the car, and with the help of your walking stick, walked to the door.

You could hear the faint country music mingling with the sounds of rowdy laughter that got louder as you got closer to the door. You gasped as you heard the door slam open and two men flew through the door, fists flying.

"I'm tellin ya. A. Shit. Hole." James said as the four of you enter the gas station.

Luda Mae glanced over at the sound of the door opening. Her faded blue eyes looked over the four young people who walked in. Two men, dressed in rich peoples clothes. Perfect blonde hair.

Lord knew she hated them.

But it was one of the girls who caught her eye. The one who walked slowly, tapping the ground and swinging her walking stick side to side as an attempt to not walk into furniture.

"Can I help you?" She asked, her eyes still on the girl.

"Yeah, I need gas. Get one of your assholes here to pump it for me... Would ya...?" James said, pointing to one of the bikers, who had gone silent at his words.

"It'll be around eighty dollars to fill that up? You got that blondie?" Luda Mae asked, matching James's snark with her own sass.

James smirked at everyone as he took out his wallet and began to pay Luda Mae, who had still hasn't taken her eyes off of you. When he noticed, James looked at her. "Something wrong with (your name) there?"

"(Your name)?"

The way the woman had said your name, you looked toward the womans voice.

(I made Thomas's eyes Grey, because thats the type of eyes I can see him having. It was grey or brown.)

Seeing Tommy? What would you have done to restore your eye sight, if only for a moment, to see his face once more. As Luda Mae told the other patrons that she was closing the store, you stood, your gaze unknowingly staring out the dusty window as you remembered Thomas Brown Hewitt.

Even as a boy, he was large. Often towering over the other kids, he was soft and silent. His hair, dark as the dirt after a heavy rsin storm, was messy. His face, the beginnings of his disease just touching his skin, was ofteb filled with a silent smile.

But it was his eyes, deep and soul searching, that you loved the most. The color of deepest grey, almost as if the Texan clouds of a severe thunderstorm had became real to stare at you as he smiled. Those beautiful eyes that were soft only for you.

What would you give to see those beautiful eyes of his again...

Luda Mae touched your gave gently, bringing your attention to her. "You ready girl?"

"I'm a little nervous..."

"He'll love to see you again." Luda Mae assured you as she took your arm, helping to guide you to the back door. "Ah damn, I forgot to lock the front door, you stay right here..."

You nodded, smiling as you hear her fumble with the locks, cursing.

"Damn lock is always so sticky, I outta let Monty look at it."

"How is Uncle Monty?"

"Good and dandy girl, goin around the house in his wheelchair and that damn dog of his."

"He has a dog?" Surprised, you look down toward her voice as she takes your arm again, leading you to the backdoor.

The door screeched from misused, creaking as it swung open. Luda Mae touched your shoulder as a sign to stop you as she locked it.

"Yes, some little yipper of a mutt. Some idiot left the poor thing on the side of the road. Beaten and half dead. Charlie said to just kill the damn thing, but Monty wouldnt let him do it. Had that dog nearly three years now." Luda Mae replied as you both walked to the rusty truck.

She helped you into the cab, slammin the door behind you as she cllimbed into the cab behind the wheel. The truck coughed and sputtered before it began, but only after Luda Mae slapped it.

You chuckled. "Is this the same truck you had all those years ago?"

Luda Mae laughed. "The very same. Damn thing is Almost as old as me, but still kickin."

"Because its too stubborn to die."

Luda Mae squeezed your hand in reply as she began to drive away from the general store.

"Tell me what happened the last twenty years. Last we saw you, you were just out of the hospital, runnin away from your momma because you didn't want to leave."

You took a deep breath as you began your tale, telling Luda Mae about how your mother had called the police on the Hewitts, claiming that they had kidnapped you. When the police came and took you away, your parents moved you to some city in New York. Every day you hated it, the culture... The fast pace asshole attitude, that your mother had embraced. Your parents divorcing after your mother bringing James back into your live, despite knowing he was the one who had blinded you.

With every word, Luda Mae's lips thinned in anger. Damn your mother, pompous stuck up bitch. Always had been a slut, trying to sleep with everything that had a dick while in their town. Not that the men cared. Any slut with her legs opened was enough for them.... But the only good thing that the woman had, was you.

And now that you're home, you're never leaving again. You're home.

Luda smiled at the sight of the big white house that emerged. "Home sweet home..."

As she parked the car, you opened the door and stepped out. In your minds eye, you could see the house you once called home. Big. Beautiful. Perfect in every way. And within it, was Thomas... Somewhere.

Would he remember you? Did he miss you?

Luda Mae shouted his name. "Thomas! Thomas Brown Hewitt, you get your ass out here!"

Your eyes flicked side to side at the sound of the door opening. Was it him?

"Dammit it Monty, I didnt call you!" Luda Mae shouted as Monty wheeled out the door, his dog barking at her shouts. "Shut up mutt, wheres the boy!"

"Down in his room woman, why?"

"I have a surprise for him, little (your name) is home."

Montys eyes narrowed as he stared at the girl who Luda Mae stood next to. "Well I'll be damned... Boy! Your momma callin you! Get your ass out here!"

Despite the yelling and Montys dog barking, you could hear the heavy steps of someone who came from the basement. Your heart began to beat heavily as you listened to his footsteps walk across the creaky floor. You took a deep breath as the door opened.

"Thomas..." You whispered, your voice filling the air as the wind around you began to swirl from the approaching storm.

Your hand trembled as you lifted it up, reaching for him. Your eyes desperately trying to see his face, despite knowing you never will.

Please, you whispered in your mind. Remember me.

You trembled as Thomas walked down the stairs slowly, as if taking in every feature on your face. Your hand still in front of you. You could hear his breathing.

Soft. Trembling. As if he too, was worried it wasn't you.

"Its me.... Its (your name)." You whispered to him as his breathing paused in front of you.

Would he remember?

Your gasp was loud as big arms pulled you into them, crushing you to his body. Sobs, loud as the thunder that suddenly roared above you, filled the air as he whispered your name over and over again.

Your arms trembled before you flung them around his neck, holding him just as tightly. Your eyes squeezed tightly as the tears began to flow down your cheeks.

"(Your name)... Home." Thomas whispered against your hair.

"Yes! Yes, I'm home!" You whispered back, burying your face against his neck, not smelling the faint scent of blood that staines his clothes.