This story contains graphic descriptions of incest. Do not read if it makes you uncomfortable.

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Gareda Psychological Services, LTD - Therapist James Finnigan - Session 25 December 2, 2015 - Norma Bates w/Dylan Massatt

'Hello Dylan. I'm Dr. Finnigan. I'm actually closing, but you can call my office to set up an appointment if you'd like.' He said attempting to close the door.

'Don't even think about it,' I said pushing past the older gentlemen with relative ease. The waiting room looked like any other doctor's office I had ever been in. But I found it odd that there was no receptionist sitting at the front desk. I briefly wondered if that meant she had been seeing him alone. I looked back at the doctor and wondered if she was sleeping with him. I pushed the thought from my head. 'I saw her leave. I know Norma's been seeing you.'

'Then you know as her doctor that she is protected under confidentiality. I can't tell you what our conversations are about. How did you find out about this anyway?

I shrugged as if I was being chastised by my father. Not sure what brought these feelings on. 'I found the card when I was snooping through her things. I'm watching the house while she's gone.'

'Why not ask her about it? Why come to me?' The doctor asked puzzled.

'Because there are some things you need to know If Norma is ever to receive help. The help she desperately needs. She has to tell you everything and knowing Norma she's leaving a big peace of the puzzle out.'

'I'm afraid to tell you this, but that's not how therapy works. If Norma is going to trust me then she has to reveal to me whatever she wants me to know on her own time. She can't be ambushed in our sessions by information that she didn't give me.' He said finally closing the door.

'Well, at least if I told you the truth than you'd know when she was lying.' I begged ringing my hands.

'What would the point of that be. I'm here to help her not turn into her enemy." Dr. Finnigan replied placing his hands in his pockets. 'What do you think she's not telling me?'

'For Gods sake man she's -' He stopped and ran his hands through his hair.

'I tell you what.' Dr. Finnigan said looking down at his watch. 'I have some time why don't you talk to me about whatever's on your mind. If thats Norma thats okay. If that's not Norma that's okay too.'

He looked around the well decorated office. 'I don't have any money.'

The doctor shrugs. 'This one is on the house. Let's just see what happens.'

'Okay.' I nodded.

'You can wait for me in my house.' He said pointing to a small office behind me. 'I just have a few calls to make.'

I walked towards the office and then hesistated.

'Its okay. I'm just calling my wife and letting her know that I will be late for dinner.'

I nodded deciding to trust him. I went into the office, but kept the door open for good measure. I couldn't hear the whole conversation, but I did hear him utter the name Anna and figured that he had been truthful. I walked to the bookshelves and perused some of the names on the shelf. They were all psychcology books. I looked back through the door to see that he was still on the phone and the conversation looked pretty heated from his side of things. I went to the otherside of the room and looked at his Degrees and certificates that were hanging just above what looked to be a refreshments table. He briefly wondered if he should close the door and see if he could find Norma's file and get a better picture of what's going on.

'I apologize for that. Go ahead and have a seat.' The doctor offered pointing to two chairs facing his desk.

I did as told.

'Before we start i'm not going to make any promises that any information that you give me today will somehow make there way back to Norma. In fact they will stay between me and you.'

'But this isn't about me. Its about you having as much information as possible to help Norma.'

'Thats where we differ.' The doc said pulling out a pad. 'I actually think this is about you. You came an awful way I'm assuring just to talk about your mother. You obviously care a great deal.'

'Of course. I have a little brother that she is affecting with her craziness.' I said my nails digging into the arm of the chair.

'Whats your brother's name?' He asks pulling a pen out of the top drawer.

'Norman, but she probably already told you that. So what kind of game are you playing with me?' I said my foot tapping the ground furiously.

'She did, but you said yourself that she lies or admits things. I was merely trying to figure out if that was one of them.' He replied scribbling something down on his pad. 'Oh, I didn't ask. Is it alright if I jot a few things down?'

'I dont care isn't that what you type of docs do.' I shrugged casually looking over the picture of him and his wife on his desk.

'Yeah, it is.' He put the pen down. 'Why don't you tell me what you want me to know? We can start anywhere, the beginning, middle, the end.'

My mind immediately flashed to an image of me holding her up against the bathroom wall as she moaned into my ear. I cleared my throat. That would be a terrible place to start.

I went to her house one day. She had given me a spare key for emergencies so I just let myself in. I'm not even sure what I even wanted. I called her name and Norman's and no one answered. It was still pretty early so I just figured that she was still in bed. I took the stairs two at a time and I went up to her room. The door was open and . . .

'And what?' The doc asked after a long pause.

'She -' I stopped. 'Is everything we say together confidential? Specifically from the police?'

'Yes, unless you admit to me you're going to go out and kill someone and in which case I'm duty bound to report any confessions.'

'What about crimes already committed? Nothing like murder or anything.'

The doc licked his lips. 'Kept in the strickest of confidences.'

I walked in on her and Norman sleeping in the same bed.

He cocked his head to the side and stared at me intently. 'Although, knowing the boy's age it can be considered inappropriate, but hardly explains a visit to my office at 6pm.'

There clothes were strewn across the floor. Her panties were on the lamp shade beside the bed. They were practically cuddling. The sun seeping in from the slit in the curtains to land perfectly on their hands intertwined with each other I don't know how long it's been going on, but my mother is sleeping with my brother.

The doc looked down at his pad before continuing on. 'He's seventeen, correct?'

'Yes.' I replied looking at the doctor wearily.

'Are you saying that you think your mother forced him into doing it?'

'No probably not. He probably wanted it, but that doesn't matter. She's brainwashing him into thinking that kind of thing is okay. Like she's doing to me.'

He scratched the deep set wrinkles on his forehead. 'What is she doing to you Dylan?'

I got up and stood behind my chair clutching onto the back of it for dear life. 'She made me sleep with her too.' I replied unable to keep my voice from quivering.

'So she forced you.' The doc said lightly jotting some notes down on the pad.

'No.' I shook my head releasing the chair. 'Yes.'

'It's okay to not know.' The doc said soothingly.

'I can't believe I slept with her.' I said blinking back tears. 'And now all I can think about is her lips and her hips. The way her face looks when she's about to c . . . I don't know how this happened. My vision began to blur. 'I dont know how to stop these emotions.' I roughly wiped a stray tear with the back of my hand. 'No ones supposed to be this way with their mother. Its not right.'

The doctor nodded.

'The morning she left I completely destroyed the kitchen. I was angry at her, but more so at myself.'

'How come?'

'Because I let it happen. Even before I had confirmation I always knew there was something off about her and Normans relationship. I always tried to steer her into doing the right thing. She's slapped me and thrown me out of the house. She's stopped speaking to me. To find myself kissing her now.' I stood up and kicked the chair I was sitting in. 'I'm just hoping it was a bad dream.'

'She's staying in a hotel for the time being. You can come to terms with what happened to you without her being around. That should ease some of the burden.' The doctor replied. 'For you and your brother.'

I looked at him inquisitively and then it came to me all at once. 'It was your idea for her to go to the hotel.'

The doctor hesistated. 'It was. I hope it helps.'

'Thanks.' I looked towards the door ready to bolt at any second.

'Maybe we can set up an appointment to see each other again?" The doctor said pulling out a small calender pad.

I was already to the door. 'I'll think about it doc. Therapy is not really my thing.'

He reached down for his business card. 'At least take my card if you change your mind.'

I hesistated by the door not wanting to give him any encouragement. 'Sure.' I went back and grabbed the card and stuffed it in my pocket. I paused by the door and looked back. 'I'm not going to mention what I told you to Norma.'

'It's completely up to you.' The doc nodded with a light shrug.

I closed the door with a click behind me.