Romeo and Juliet ( A Leatherface Fanfiction)

Meeting

*Bailey POV*
"Billy, get the fuck outta my room! Go play or somethin!" I stick my tongue out at Roy and run down the stairs, stumbling slightly.
"Bailey!" I stop at the bottom and scratch my nose, tilting my head at Mama.
"Where you off to?" Her southern/Spanish accent filling my ears and warming my heart, I smile, licking at my tooth gap, pointing to the door.
"Alright, but you know the rules." I nod my head, smiling. I pick back up my pace and run out the broken front door. My bare feet against the hard first road I move down the road, I like to look around in the cars and dirt you see. I climb up a, it's branches low and offering shade and a place to sit. Looking for a new place to play I see the Hewwit house, bad place. Mama said so. Bad place, bad men.

Suddenly I see a really big man carrying a bunch of people, probably asleep or dead.mHe is in a light brown shirt covered in blood, the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, ooh that's kind of hot, he is also wearing a brown, almost black apron also covered in blood.
Oh he must be a Hewitt, oh look he's got a chainsaw! Cool! All I have is my brothers stupid gun that I stole. I try and get a closer look at the man, leaning forward towards him, when suddenly I fall into a pit. Ow! I look over the pit slightly to see him looking around for the noise, he's wearing a mask and it looks leathery, like skin! Well that's all that leather is so yeah. He walks away, to the Hewwit house, yes then he definitely is one of them. I go to get back up when I feel a pain in my knee, oh man , it's bleeding, a lot. Stumbling I try and follow the man, I look down to see the blood is running, ah man. I look up and see I've lost the man, oh well, I walk towards the house, pressing myself against a wall peeping around the corner. A growl comes from somewhere behind me, I turn just as someone slams their hand next to my head against the wall, trapping me with their strong arms. The man I was following frowns as he stares into my eyes, I pull out my gun.
"Is this your house?"My mild southern accent comes out as whisper, I don't talk around Mama or my siblings, except Deon, he's nice too me.
" Sorry mister, that's my house," I point lazily," over there." I ready the gun and raise it.
"I ain't supposed to hurt you and you ain't supposed me right mister?" He breaks eye contact, looking down at the cuts on my knee, he bends down to it, putting his large hand into his apron, he pulls out a plaster with cartoon black and yellow bat's and some writing. He peels it and places it gently on my knee.
" And I thought you killed people?" I whisper, tilting my head head down at the curly haired man. He looks at the scars along my legs, his fingers running over them, pressing against the risen skin, he starts going higher, at my thigh under the denim of my knee high dungarees, cautiously I take a step back.
"Ah, no sir. You know we kill people too." I say, my voice still low, trying to impress him, he only grunts in response, rising back, high above me.
"You don't talk huh? I don't talk at home either, but that's choice. Do you choose not to talk?" He shakes his head, his long curls swiftly flowing. He begins to walk away, opening basement doors on the floor at the back of his house.
"Can I come with you?" He doesn't say anything and walks away, I'll take that as a yes then, I quickly follow behind and enter a room that smells alot like our back room, blood and flesh. He walks towards a metal table with a body on it.

3rd Person POV

"What's ya name then mister?" She asked, curious as she hopped up onto a clear part of the bloody table, no doubt getting some on her. The man stared her down, confused by her casualness, the fact that she just walked down and made herself at home, and that she kept calling him mister? Mister? No one had ever been so formal with him before. And how would he tell her his name, he couldn't speak, only grunt. He takes a hold of her left arm, hand firmly grasping her elbow as the other pulls up the light brown sleeve, he dips his finger in some blood and begins to write, causing the girl to giggle.

(that picture sucks and the character has quite tanned/dark skin)
Uh oh, she doesn't actually know how to read, well not very well anyway.
"Uhhhh, uh? th, Thomas?" (pronounced like fomas, you know the T and h pronounced together.) The man before her shook his head growing frustrated, he knew he couldn't write or read very well himself, had he written it wrong, he was sure this was right. Using his hand he smudged away the H of his name.
"Thomas? Well I'm Bailey, my siblings call me Billy sometimes but I guess you ain't gonna call me nothing? " She smiled up at him, he nods and lifts her off the table, he had to work.
"What are you doing? Hey!" He puts her down and points at the entrance for the basement.
"You want me to leave?" Thomas grunts and makes a shooing motion, frowning he points at waiting bodies.
She angrily blows raspberries at him stomping up the stairs to the exit, feet once again on the hot dirt.