Chapter 1: Caleb

"I'm sorry Dylan," Caleb said as he stood there watching his son just sit there in the grass.

"You need to get out of here," he flatly replied.

Dylan was still staring in the direction in which Norman had left. There was no doubt in his mind that he would tell Norma everything as soon as he returned home. It wouldn't be all truth though, there would most likely be some embellishments, anything to drive a larger wedge between him and his mother.

"But Dylan," Caleb said as he slowly approached him.

"Now!" Dylan yelled as he sat up and quickly turned to him. All he wanted was this man to get out of his life for good now.

Caleb looked to him with sympathy. He knew that he had messed things up for Dylan, but there wasn't much that he could actually do at this point. "Fine. I'll leave," he resigned.

Dylan sat there and watched him go to his van before he stood to his feet. He knew that he should go make sure that things weren't getting too bad back at home, but at the same time he really did not want to walk in on the two yelling about him. Things were going to be bad around there for a bit. And showing up right now would only make things worse. The thing to do now was wait a few minutes.

oooooo

"Where have you been?" Norma asked as soon as she heard the door slam shut, wheeling around to face the doorway.

She had been standing at the sink drying the dishes. The house had been all too quiet for her liking, and she was starting to think that maybe he had completely left. There were times where he would go down to the office to close up for the night, but this was starting to take too long.

"I have something to tell you, mother," he announced as he rushed into the room.

He had to take a moment as he came to a stop at the table. It was almost sickening how quickly he had run up those stairs to get here. Yes this information would upset Norma, it could possibly break her. As much as he did not want to see that, he knew that he would be the one that she would turn to to get her through it, and he liked that idea. He wanted to be the favorite son again, the one that she needed in her life.

Norma froze for a second, scanning his expression. There had been so many incidents lately with him not remembering this or that and bodies turning up while girls have gone missing. She was starting to think that he was about to tell her about another girl. She was ready to tell him to get into the car and tell her what happened, to point out where everything had taken place.

A small part of her was afraid that something had even happened to Emma. There was a jealousy that she held towards the young girl, one that fully consumed her every time she saw her near her son, but that didn't mean that she wanted her dead. She cared for her the way that most girls in high school seemed to care for each other. They would trash each other because one had something the other wanted, but as soon as something bad happened, they were inconsolable for a good week.

"What is it Norman?" She questioned, reaching behind her to set the towel down on the ledge of the sink.

"You'd better sit down," Norman insisted.

"Norman." She was starting to grow agitated. Her nerves were frazzled as it was, she didn't need this whole performance and what not. All she needed was to hear what it was that he had to tell her.

"Sit down mother," he ordered more harshly this time, stepping forward and grabbing onto the back of the chair.

"What is it?" She curtly questioned, taking a seat at the opposite end of the table.

Norman took a second to take a breath. His grip on the chair loosened as he allowed himself to relax. "I found out that Dylan is living with Caleb," he explained.

Norma looked to him for a moment, studying him. It was something that sounded unlikely to her. She hadn't heard from the man, surely he would have annoyed her by now, made his presence known if he were in town.

There was a part of her that chose to believe that this was a lie. It wasn't too hard for her to imagine her son hurting her like that, but she didn't want to believe it. Not with the way that things had been going lately. She already had to convince herself everyday that she wasn't slowly losing her other son to insanity. She needed Dylan. Even if she didn't want to admit it to herself, she needed some form of stability in her life to keep her somewhat sane.

Leaning forward, she laced her fingers together. She continued to study the boy before her, wondering what it was that he was capable of, and just how often it was that he would black out. It was possible that he blacked out and thought that he saw Dylan doing something. He was growing more and more jealous of the relationship that was forming between her and her oldest son.

"How would you know that?" She inquired, hesitant to act on anything he told her.

Norman was surprised. There was no yelling, no tears. She seemed to be as calm as ever. In a way it was irritating, coming to her with something that should infuriate her and all she could do was question him. He had to remind himself though that anyone in her position would want to ask questions, to make sure that what they were hearing was correct.

"I followed him back to his place. When I got there I saw the two talking," he responded, thinking that maybe she was just too stunned to realize what it was that she had heard. Perhaps she needed a moment to fully comprehend the situation.

"How did you follow him?" Norma asked, not even bothering to change her position. She was starting to grow a little worried though.

"I drove, all right?" He replied, throwing up his arms with annoyance. How was this all getting turned back onto him? He was the one doing the right there, helping her see what was happening so that she wouldn't get hurt.

Norma's eyes widened as she stood from the table, her palms flat on the surface. "You're not supposed to be driving Norman! You could have gotten yourself killed! What if you would have blacked out?" She nearly yelled.

"I don't think you understand what's happening here," he argued through clenched teeth. Norman wanted to remain calm and collected for this conversation, but that task was becoming more and more impossible.

"Dylan is living with the man that raped you!" He yelled.

She stood up straight, her expression falling as she reminded herself that she should try and make her intentions clear. She was worried about Norman, and all she wanted to do was make sure that there was no damage done, that she didn't have anything that she had to clean up tonight.

"Are you sure?"

Her tone conveyed her genuine concern as she loosely folded her arms across her chest. There were a few careful steps and once she was standing before him, she gently rested her hand on his upper arm, her other arm dropping to her side. There was a tension between the two, a distrust that she sensed from him. He was visibly upset and that hadn't been her intention.

"I just want to you to be sure of what it was that you saw."

His mouth fell agape as he swatted away her attempt to comfort him. "So what? First you and him start having these secret meetings and now all the sudden you can't trust me?"

"It's not like that!" She defensively argued.

"Then what it is like mother? Hm? Because I feel like you're playing favorites here!" Norman he accused before turning and leaving the room.

"I just need to make sure of what it was that you saw. I just want to be sure that what you saw happen, actually happened," she practically begged as she hastened to follow him. "There have been some things lately and I just want to make sure that I know exactly what happened."

Norman stopped, turning back around to face her. Those words, those lies, they made him sick. She wasn't worried about him. She was lying to him, covering up the fact that she was turning a blind eye to the faults of her new favorite son. His intentions with revealing this information weren't the purest, but he was trying to protect her and he didn't appreciate the backlash he was receiving for his help.

"I get it. You just can't stand to think that your favorite might just be using you. I see how it is," he snidely remarked. He then continued on his way, slamming the door behind him.

She remained on his trail, throwing open the door. "Norman!" She called out after him.

"I need to be alone mother!" Norman he responded without even bothering to look back over his shoulders at the woman.

"Norman! Get back here! You're overreacting!" She yelled as she started to run down the stairs after him.

It was too late though, he reached the car before she got to the bottom of the steps. Once he drove off, she was just left standing there on the middle of the staircase.

oooooo

Norma sat there in the dimly lit kitchen. She wanted to be able to do something productive, something to get her mind off of what had just occurred here. It was proving to be an arduous task, trying to forget. Every little fight was just a slap in the face, a reminder of how they were drifting apart from other, how they kept pushing each other away. The intimacy they once had was now tarnished, replaced with a never ending jealousy that loomed between them.

All she wanted was for things to be the way that they were, it was becoming apparent that was never going to happen. All they had anymore was the jealousy that they caused each other. Their lives were basically becoming one giant, twisted game of who could make the other feel worse.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the door. Instantly her head perked up as she stood to her feet, looking towards the door with anticipation.

"Norman?"

The door had been left unlocked, just in case he had come to the conclusion that his little temper tantrum had been ridiculous. As she was on her way through the small hallway, she soon learned her mistake. Her eyes full of fear as she ran over to the door to force it shut on the man who was currently trying to enter her house, Caleb.

"Go away!" Norma shrieked.

He drew in a sharp breath as the door slammed on his arm, the only thing that prevented it from closing. He needed this one last time, and there was nothing that was going to stop him from getting what he had come for.

"Please! I just want a minute!" Caleb demanded as he reopened the door.

"I will call the cops if you're not out of here in thirty seconds," Norma threatened as she took a few steps back towards the kitchen phone.

She was trying to conceal the fact that her hand was trembling, doing her best to try and show him that he didn't scare her the way that he had at one time. It of course, failed. She still felt like the same little girl that used to cower from him, giving into his desires just to keep from starting trouble.

"Shut up!" Caleb ordered as he lunged at her, taking hold of her arms and shoving her back against the wall.

The wind was knocked out of her as she tried to scream. The most that came from her was a soft whimper. Tears of frustration formed in her eyes. Her entire body paralyzed as the flashbacks from when she was younger consumed her mind. The way he would just slip into her room, climb into bed next to her and tell her that he needed a favor.

"I just need one last time," he told her, looking her straight in the eyes. His eyes made him look somewhat apologetic, as if he didn't mean to be doing this.

He wasn't sorry though. He was just sorry that she didn't want it like he did. Keeping his attention on her, he reached back and grabbed a bandana from his back pocket and proceeded to shove it into her mouth as she cried.

"I'm a wanted man Norma. After this they'll take me to jail," he casually offered as some sort of excuse. His grip tightened around her arms, bruising them as he leaned in and planted kisses down neck and chest.

She tilted back her head, tightly closing her eyes. Her fists were clenched at her sides. There was no real way of stopping what was about to happen. All she could do was suffer through and hope that it was the last.

oooooo

Dylan was well aware that it was too late to stop Norman from telling Norma about Caleb. And there was a part of him that believed that he deserved this, to be one again shunned. He was harboring the man that tormented her all those years. It wasn't as though he had no idea who he was or what he did.

Either way, he felt the urge to go apologize, to try to explain himself to his mother. She needed to know that he wasn't do this to harm her.

As he was pulling into the parking lot, he spotted the familiar van. "Shit!" he cursed to himself as he shut off the engine and hurried out of the car. He ran up to the house.

This was all his fault. He was already preparing himself to see the worst as he entered the foyer. "Norma?" He nervously called.

He turned and looked into the living room, seeing Caleb on top of Norma as he stopped in the middle of violating her. He looked as though he were a dear caught in headlights.

"Get off of her!" Dylan demanded as he took out his gun.

"It's not what it looks like!" Caleb informed him, holding up his hands. He remind on top of the woman as though he could talk his way out of this and continue on with what he was doing.

"Shut up!"

Dylan pulled the trigger, realizing that this man would never really leave Norma alone. If he was this determined to come back and pick back up their one sided relationship, there was no guarantee that he would vanish after this. He was a disgusting man anyways, it wasn't as though anyone would miss him.

Norma pulled out the cloth from her mouth screamed as the man fell off of her and onto the ground. She scurried to sit up, her body still shaking from the experience. Her eyes were glued to the puddle of blood forming around Caleb for a moment before they darted over to Dylan.

"I'm sorry," Dylan said, stepping further into the room.

This was all his fault. He should have told Norma that Caleb was back in town, he should have told the police what this man was capable of doing. He even told him that he was a wanted man, all he had to do was go to the police and they would have taken the man into custody right away without asking any questions.

"Why was he here?" Norma asked trying her best to steady her voice.

"I was only gonna let him stay with me a couple of nights. His van broke down," he answered.

Her body suddenly filled with rage as she stood to her feet. The action caused her physical pain but it didn't compare to the betrayal that she felt.

"That didn't seem at all suspicious to you?" She harshly questioned, the tears still running down her cheeks.

He was about to try and somehow defend himself, but he was reminded of the body as he caught a glimpse of the blood. "Look, it's done! Alright? You can yell at me about it later."

"Right now we gotta call the cops and get this taken care of," he explained. He was about to fetch his phone from his pocket, but Norma went to his side.

"No," she pleaded, taking hold of his wrist. She took a step back and wiped her face. She knew that Dylan was in the right to shoot him, but she had to think of the long term effects here. Things were already against her and Norman as it was, she didn't need this complicating things.

"Romero already thinks Norman and I are suspicious. The last thing he needs is to come here and clean up another dead body. The whole freaking town would know about it before morning," she anxiously informed him.

Besides that, she could not bare the thought of everyone knowing. This was something that she had wanted to take to her grave, the way that he treated her, what her oldest son really was. She knew that it wasn't her fault, but there was still that shame that she felt. It made her feel weak. That was the last thing that she needed to feel right now with everything that was happening.

Dylan sighed. He knew that Norma would want to make things harder. It was just the way she was. And he did understand where she was coming from, he knew what was going on with Norman and that this could somehow bring about more suspicion than needed.

However, he also understood that secrets have a way of coming out, no matter how hard people try to keep them. Something like this was going to be made public sooner or later. Caleb Calhoun was a wanted man and the police would be looking for him, they would be looking for that van parked right out front, they would be coming to his family to try and pry answers from them. It would better to just come out and tell them what happened so that they wouldn't be pinned for murder.

"He trespassed and raped you Norma. I had every right to shoot him," he explained. "The police are looking for him anyways. They already know what kind of man he is. It's not like you would get in trouble."

He wasn't understanding and it scared her. She was desperate to try and cling onto the life that she was doing her best to build for her and Norman. The motel was in danger as it was, she needed everything to just be swept under the rug.

"Listen to me. No one can know about this, alright? Romero doesn't need another reason to be snooping around here. Norman doesn't need one more thing to worry about. Please Dylan!" She implored, grabbing his shoulders. "Like you said, he's a wanted man. It wouldn't be weird for him to just disappear, would it?"

"Alright fine, but we gotta do this right. I'll take care of the body, the van, and the rug all at once. All you have to do is clean any blood left and change," he instructed.

"Just make sure we get this all done before Norman gets back home. He doesn't need to know about this," she firmly stated.

This wasn't something that should be all that rushed, but Dylan understood. "Just go do what you need to do. I can take care of this alone," he said, eyeing the room to quickly figure out everything that needed to be taken care of.