Bates Motel

Bloody Conclusion

I was dizzy, making it hard to concentrate on anything in particular. Mother and Dylan stopped hugging and spoke, only glancing at me for a second. I just stared ahead at absolutely nothing. The pain on my head was increasing. I gave in and reached up. My fingers slowly got closer to the wound and touched it. There was a lot of blood, running from the top of my forehead to my eyebrow. And it really hurt. All I remember was Officer Shelby threatening me with a gun. My mother begged him not to shoot and he hit her. He had hit her and it made me so angry.

Losing all my senses, I tackled him. Then Shelby hit me, knocking me unconscious and falling to the kitchen floor. Next thing I knew, I was on the front porch steps with mother sobbing and calling the police. She said I had to walk, that nothing in my life had been more important than that. Eventually, I did get up, my legs wobbly and head throbbing. Gunshots rang from inside the house and scared me, making me jump. But I didn't stop, I couldn't.

The gunshots stopped and Mother sat tensely next to me. I was afraid any sudden movements would break something in her thin body; that's how tense she was. Someone limped in the shadows, but neither one of us could tell. When we did see who it was, a tear escaped mom's eye. It was Shelby. He was limping and had an empty eye soaked with blood. Another gunshot erupted and Shelby's knees buckled. He fell face foreword and was gone. When he fell, Mother began to cry. I didn't know if it was relief that we were safe and Dylan was okay, or grief that her boyfriend was gone. They had cared about each other, but I care about her more. And no one will ever change that.