The lights outside my dad's Toyota Tacoma became less and less as the truck sped north. My dad and I are technically "running away" from California for I don't know what reason, but let's just say it doesn't look too good. It's been just my father and I for a while now and to be honest I wouldn't want it any other way. My mother left my father and me when I was 8 and from then on had not comeback to visit us or even let us know that she was still ok.
I gulped and looked over at my father," So, where are we headed anyway dad?" I asked a little too urgently. "To White Pine Bay, Oregon, it's a good place to hide from the cartel." He said not taking his eyes of the road for even a minute. I cocked my head to the side," You got involved with the cartel?!" My father sighed," No, not me. I didn't want to tell you but your mother did. They just so happened to look into her further and our names were linked to her. They know everything about us. But don't worry it will all be fine, we'll be safe here." I nodded, knowing my dad would never lie to me.
The scenery in White Pine Bay is beautiful, and my dad, being the outdoorsy man that he is, could not hide his grin. "I've wanted to live here since I was a kid, and when I got married I thought I could get my wife to move here, but your mother never liked it here." He said looking every which way. "I can't begin to fathom why, this town is simply gorgeous." I said smiling at my dad. He looked back at me, his smile still plastered on his face," Well I'm glad you said that because now I know that you won't mind that I haven't found a house to live in yet." He said calmly. "What?! Where are we going to stay?!" I yelled. "We'll just have to crash in a hotel for a couple of nights, and then we can find a house. We're just lucky that my job was able to transfer me here so quickly or we'd be poor missy." I sighed," Yeah I guess you're right.
Did you know there's like no hotels in White Pine Bay? We drove for two hours around town before we stopped at a simple restaurant for a dinner of burgers fries, and a shake. "Well ValleyGirl (also known as the nickname my dad calls me sometimes) looks like we'll have to crash in the car tonight. I'm sorry I got you into this. Don't worry I'll let you stay home from school tomorrow." "Daddy, it's not your fault it's mothers. But honestly school is not my biggest concern right now anyway. I don't want to sleep in the car. Don't you know anyone here that will let us stay with them? You always have connections with someone somewhere." I asked but my father shook his head no and I sighed in utter disappointment.
Out of nowhere a blonde haired woman walked over to our table. I guess in this town everyone's a neighbor. "Hello my names Norma Bates, I couldn't help but overhear that you two have nowhere to stay for the night." She said nicely. "Yeah, it kind of sucks." I said with a laugh.
Well I run a motel just outside of town, I'd be happy to set you two up with a room." I looked at my dad with pleading eyes and he sighed," Thank you Norma, I think we would be very grateful for that." She smiled at my dad," Well alright then, when you're all finished up just follow me and I'll show you to the motel." We nodded and continued eating as she walked back over to her table and sat across from a cute looking man.
When we finished Norma basically pushed us out the door. I don't know why she wanted to get back to the motel so badly but we hurried our tired feet to our truck and we followed behind her car.
When we arrived my jaw literally dropped. Trust me when I say that this place looked like the creepiest set of motel rooms ever. I mean you know those movies with the killer or ghost that lives in the creepy motel? Yeah well I think Bates Motel is that kind of movie's poster child. But then again I'd rather have a bed than a car's head rest.
Norma led us to room #1 and told us to just come up to the house and ask her if we needed anything. We smiled and said thank you in complete unison like we tend to do at random intervals. We then crashed on the bed, exhausted from the "excitement" of our day.