I'd been walking for hours, because I don't have a car. That's what I get for running away from my "charmed" life with dad. Sure, we lived in a nice house and I had a car, but that doesn't make up for the beating I took every time he was in a bad mood. Fuck him. Fuck Norma too, or should I say mom. I am the result of a one night stand, which sucks. Norma and her ass of a husband were fighting, she went off, got drunk and made out with my dad in a bar, until I showed up nine months later. Apparently her husband is dead now. I don't know much about her, I know she runs a motel in White Pine Bay, has two sons, and that's about it. I continued down the gravel road, kicking a rock, until a big dark blue truck pulled up. A guy, probably in his twenties rolled down the window. He had dirty blond hair, scruff and a I don't care attitude. Actually, he kinda looked like me. "Hey, you need a ride?" he asked. "Depends on where you're going." I replied, crossing my arms. I pulled down my sleeves to hide the bruises on my arms. If he noticed, he didn't say anything. "White Pine Bay. That's a good five miles from here. I'm Dylan by the way." He said. "Peyton. Normally I don't get into cars with strangers, but I really don't want to walk another 5 miles." He nodded and I hoped in the truck, putting my bag at my feet. The truck was surprisingly clean. I opened up the sun visor and a picture fell onto my lap. He got an embarrassed look on his face. He mumbled something out about it being his friend Emma's but I had stopped listening. The picture was of Norma, my mother Norma, a nerdy, skinny kid, a redhead with an o2 tank, and Dylan. "How the hell do you know Norma Bates?" I asked. "She's my mom. How do you know her?" he replied, a little surprised. "She's my mom too. I don't think she knows I exist, though." I whispered. I put my head in my hands and groaned. I knew she had two kids, but I didn't expect to meet one of them so soon. He put his hand on my shoulder. I knew I would like Dylan. He's like me. ….. We sat in a diner in the middle of town. Dylan told me about Norman, Norma's other son. About how he has a mental health problem. He also talked about his weed farm, and the girl in the picture. Apparently, she had just gone off to Portland for a lung transplant. He had just come back from visiting her. I knew they liked each other and I and never even met this girl. "Hey, I have to run to the farm for the rest of the day. The motel is about a two minute walk from here. The house is at the top of the hill. Norma's either there, or in the motel office." He hugged me, which caught me off guard and promised he'd be home later. I made my way up to Norma's. The office was closed so I made my way up to the house and knocked on the door. Norman answered the door. "Hello, may I help you with something?" he asked, his politeness chilling. "Um, yeah, I'm looking for Norma." I said, shuffling from foot to foot. "Mother, there's someone here to see you!" he yelled into the house. Norma ran out, her hair slightly messy and sundress crooked. I had always imagined her wearing skanky fur coats and stilettos. She looked at Norman. "Norman, I told you not to answer the door. Now, go back inside." She said firmly. "Yes mother." Like a robot, he walked back inside. She then turned to me, "May I help you?" "Hi, mom." I said.