I make my way back to my shitty motel room noticing a dark figure sitting next to my door. A wisp of smoke trails out from his lips and once I'm close enough I realize it's a guy my age, maybe a few years older. His eyes have dark circles underneath them making his face look even more mysterious under the streetlights yellow glow.
"Hello?" I raise a questioning brow at the stranger while I shuffle through my pockets for my room key.
He sets down his cancer stick, flicking the ash from the tip as a pair of stunning emerald eyes lock on mine. He stands up leaning closer to me and extends his hand for me to shake. Odd I hadn't gotten the impression of any manners coming from this guy.
Don't judge a book by its cover. I remind myself.
He's saying his name is Dylan and is introducing himself as Norma's son. His hand is rough against mine and I like the friction it creates before we let go.
Wait, did he just say he is Norma's son?
"I didn't know Norma had another son." I state, mildly surprised. I find my key but decide to stay and chat a little longer my interest suddenly peaked. It's not like I have much else to do.
"Yeah, I'm her other son. The one she doesn't tell anyone about…" Dylan replies but his tone doesn't ask for pity, instead it's calm and cool as if stating a fact.
"Sorry, I didn't catch your name." Dylan adds as he leans back in his chair and resumes to puffing on his cigarette.
I lean against my door and cross my arms over my chest. "Jen, I'm a friend of Norman's. "I explain.
He smirks briefly, just long enough for me to catch the movement in his lips before exhaling. His eyes seem to twinkle in the dim light and are locked on me in interest.
I guess we both find each other interesting.
Or we're both just deathly bored.
"We're not fucking." I clarify.
Dylan lets out a small snort of laughter, "I didn't think Norman was getting any." He admits, "Just the thought of Norma's little angel hanging around girls in general is funny, I know it's probably freaking her out."
I allow myself to grin. "Yeah she's not too fond of me being around her cherub angel, I see past the soccer mom bullshit, she's just as fucked up as I am and I think that's what scares her the most, her son hanging around someone like me. It's quite entertaining twisting the stick already stuck up her ass." I admit.
Dylan and I share a moment of laughter before I finally get out my key and put it into the lock, my hand resting on the brass doorknob.
"See you around neighbor?"
"I think I'm sticking around for a while." Dylan answers with a small smile and I wonder what brought him here in the first place but I'm not complaining. This town needs more strangers, the people here suck.
I am taking a long hot shower, letting the steam seep into my pores and rinse away the ache in my muscles from stress. I hear a noise outside the bathroom door and being paranoid I shut off the water and listen more closely.
Nothing.
I wrap my towel around my body and pull back the shower curtain. I'm face to face with Norman Bates, sweating and looking like he just ran a marathon.
"What's-" I begin but Norman cuts me off. "We need to talk Jen." He demands, his voice shaking. He doesn't look good. I step out of the tub and follow him into the next room where I sit on the edge of the bed as he paces back and forth in front of me. I shiver as the cool air hits my wet skin, and I pull my towel tighter around me for warmth.
"Are you going to talk or just walk around?" I finally ask, my voice bringing him back to reality he stops in front of me.
"That book, the one I let Emma borrow last week." He begins and I nod to show I'm tagging along.
"It was a story, about girls brought here overseas and sold into sex slavery. Emma said she knew where one of the pictures of a grave was and we went to see if it was really there, to see if the story was real."
I nod, staying silent and allowing him to continue. He's pacing again but at least he's still talking.
"We got chased by men with guns after we found a field full of marijuana so we didn't get a chance to dig up the grave but we saw a shed, the same shed from the book."
"So that's where you came from? The woods?" I ask, referring to his sweaty appearance.
Norman stops to look down at me shaking his head no. "I broke into Deputy Shelby's house tonight and I found one of the girls in his basement." He places his foot next to my thigh and lifts up his pant leg revealing a bright red handprint around his ankle. "She tried to stop me but I had to leave, he came home but I promised her I'd come back."
"So the girls from the book you found in the motel room exist? They are real?" I ask.
"Yeah, they're real and one of them is in Shelby's basement and my mom is doing things with him." Norman finally sits down next to me, placing his head in his hands.
"Ha, Norma's riding the town cop… he's like half her age." I chuckle.
"Shut up." Norman demands glaring up at me through his fingers. "It isn't funny." He scolds.
"Sorry." I shrug, the smile fading from my lips.
"He's making her do things Jen." He adds. "He's blackmailing her."
I stand up and walk over to my bag of wrinkled clothes on the floor and pull out some clean clothes to get dressed in. Norman looks away as I get dressed but we continue to talk.
"How?" I ask, sliding my cotton pj shorts over my hips and reaching down for my black lace bra.
"When that guy in the kitchen attacked her he wore this utility belt and I kept it. I kept it hidden under my bed and the police searched our house today and Shelby found it and has it somewhere in his house. That's why I broke in, to get it back."
I slip a tank top over my head and sit back down next to my distressed and possibly psychotic friend.
"I don't know why I kept it." Norman is muttering.
"Cause you're fucked up in the head." I reply. "but it's okay, we all are." I offer, pulling him into a friendly hug. He wraps his arms around me and burries his head into my neck as I run my fingers through his damp hair.
"We'll figure something out, try to chill out. If you snap and go crazy you won't be any help to her, you need to stay calm and sane." I explain softly. I feel Norman sigh into me before pulling away.
"Do you need to crash here for the night?" I ask and he considers this.
"No I don't want to bother you…"
"It's not a big deal, you can stay. It gets lonely in here." I reply honestly casting him a warm smile. He seems to lighten up a bit as he forces a small smile back. "Okay."
The Mind of Norman Bates
What's wrong with me?
I feel like I'm loosing it.
I sigh into Jen's shoulder and pull away listening to her soothing words.
She knows the right things to say, just like Mother.
I decide to stay a while.
I watch the way Jen's shorts ride up revealing the bottom curve of her cheeks as she bends over her bag. I lick my lips, my mouth becoming dry. She is running a hairbrush through her hair, the excess water dripping down to collect on her chest where the top of her breasts press together.
Pictures from the book flood my mind.
Blindfolds. Syringes. Handcuffs.
I feel as if I am in a trance, in between reality and nightmares.
It's no longer a sketched image on paper, it's Jennifer handcuffed to the bed me hovered over her tying a blindfold over her eyes so she can't see me looking at her. I glide my hand up her thigh and I meet the tip of her towel. I'm so curious. I need to know what is under the towel. I feel my face burning up and my heart pounding in anticipation for what's to come next. She whimpers underneath me and the bulge in my pants hardens for her.
"Norman?" her voice is beautiful to my ears like classical music.
I look up at the gorgeous girl standing over me, a concerned look on her pale features.
"You okay?" She asks and I nod swallowing hard. I notice her gaze drift downwards and I follow her trail to the proof of my arousal. I quickly push it down and adjust my pants.
Suddenly I feel a hand overtop of mine and my eyes snap back to her golden hazel ones, even in the dim light they seem to blaze with the fire and intensity of the sun.
She pushes my hand aside and I support myself leaning back slightly as her hand strokes me through the stiff fabric. I feel as if I am on fire, both embarrassed and turned on. I want to run away yet a part of me wants to stay as I feel my body melting and responding to her touch. I've never done this with a girl before but Jennifer's not just any girl, I trust her, I'm comfortable around her I remind myself.
I watch through heavy eyelids as she lifts the tank top over her head and tugs my own sweater up. I lift it over my head and allow the cool night air to hit my chest. She's straddling my waist and I can feel the heat of her against my erection.
I'm falling.
Her lips are moving against mine and it feels good. I welcome the distraction. I don't want to think about the book or the belt or Mother and Deputy Shelby. I just want to think about Jen Jacobs on top of me right now half naked.
I rest my hands against her hips and pull her against me, pressing myself against her heat. The friction makes me shiver.
I feel her fumbling with my belt and for a moment I panic. I'm about to leave but then her warm, soft hand is wrapped around my bare skin and the pleasure calms my nerves as she strokes me and moves her lips to my collarbone and suddenly we're interrupted.
TO BE CONTINUED.
