It's about three in the morning before Norman and I finally decide to call it a day. "It really looks good, especially considering it was all done in one day." I smile, brushing some of my hair out of my eyes. He nods, walking over and plopping on the bed of whatever room we're in, arms spread to the sides, complete with an "oof." I laugh to myself before walking over and joining him, also plopping down. He moves his arms to cross his chest and as he does his hand brushes my shoulder, making me squirm.
He looks at me mischievously. "Jolene, you wouldn't happen to be ticklish would you?"
"Norman, please don't, I-" he cuts me off by quickly digging his fingers into my sides. I squirm all around as he moves onto his knees.
"Norman- sto- I'm-" I try to talk but I'm out of breath from squirming and he laughs as I grab his wrists, pinning them by my sides. He smiles down as he hovers over me, and I smile back, but it fades as I gaze into his eyes.
I reach up and cup his jaw, stroking my thumb over his cheek and licking my lips. His eyes widen as I pull him down to me, softly pressing my lips against his.
His lips move awkwardly against mine, obviously having never done this before.
The sweet taste of candy corn fills my mouth. The aroma of his natural scent is all I smell, all I feel is his soft cheek on one hand, his clothed ribcage on the other, and the only music is the crickets chirping and the leaves blowing around in the soft breeze outside. After a minute of awkward lip movements I pull away, a line of drool connecting bottom lips. We both wipe our mouths and his cheeks burn blood red. "I'm sorry if you didn't wa-" "No, it's okay. I did." He smiles at me. Returning the smile, I blush as I fully take on what just happened. "Well, we'd better get on up to bed huh?" I change the subject, hopping of the bed and starting off toward the house.
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I get in the door before Norman and immediately start up the stairs, looking to avoid an awkward conversation.
Just as I grab the door knob I hear the front door open again. "Goodnight Jolene!" He yells.
I turn and look at him over the bannister. "Goodnight."
My eyes are burning I'm so tired. I strip down to nothing but a nightie and my underwear and pull my hair out of its bun. This is technically the first night I've slept in Norman's bed since we slept on the couch last night. I pull the blankets back and brush some dust off the pillows, fluffing them up and climbing in the bed.
I can't believe I kissed him. I know I've felt things for him before, but that was just so heat of the moment. What if I made him uncomfortable? I can't bear the thoughts of him not wanting to do that.
I toss and turn for what feels like hours though it's only minutes. The pillow next to me has Norman's scent in it and I grab it, burying my nose into it and breathing it in, soon drifting off to sleep.
-Normans POV-
"How dare she do that to you!" Mother roars. I've been pacing back and forth for half an hour. "Mother it's not like I didn't want to kiss her." She cackles. "Filthy. Had she have kissed you if she knew what kind of erotic thoughts you were having? Disgusting erogenous young man. No, BOY. That's what you are, you're a BOY. Vulnerable to a harlots touch."
"SHUTUP!" I yell.
"You'll learn to talk to me like that boy."
-Norma's POV-
I'm disgusted by Norman. Like I told him, I'll show him to speak to me that way.
I'm going to upstairs to MY room and change in to MY clothes.
/
This nice blue dress here has always been one of my favorites.
Now that I've got Norman quiet I go downstairs to the kitchen and grab one of the sharpest knives in the drawer. We really do need to sharpen up our cutlery around here.
-Jolene's POV-
My eyes pop open when I hear the door creak behind me. I look over my shoulder. The room is dark other than the streak of moonlight washing in through the window. I get comfortable again, but the floor creaks again. Just as I open my eyes I see Norman standing over me, holding a knife in both hands above his head. I scream and scramble back as he brings his arms down, stabbing a hole in the bed where my stomach was.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I pant.
"You have some nerve to talk to me like that, Whore."
Oh no.
He's in his mother's dress.
I'm completely trapped in here. I have to get by somehow. The knife comes toward me again and I dodge it, pushing past him and running out of the room and down the stairs. I go into the kitchen and start furiously digging through the drawers for a knife to fight back with. He pushes me from behind causing me to hit my stomach on the counter and fall down.
"Oof!"
He, no, she cackles, leaning down and raising the knife again. I pull my knees to my chin, lining my feet up with his thighs and kicking as hard as I can, sending her back against the counter long enough for me to run.
Sharp pains shoot through my stomach as I run. Just as I get to the front door something blunt hits the back of my head and I fall face first into to wall in the foyer.
A thick smeared line of blood is on the wall from my face, but I don't have time to worry about that. She's right behind me.
My heart is about to burst out of my chest.
She stabs at me again and I move but she manages to clip my arm with the knife and I cry out in pain. "Now you know how I felt watching you shove your tongue down my sons throat!"
I clutch my arm, feeling the warm blood spurt between my fingers. I grab his ankle under the dress, yanking it so she'll fall.
My plan is successful and I jump up, running out the front door.
I mean, it's not like I can go to anyone. I just killed my fiancé.
I sprint down to the motel, right into room one. I lock the door and look out the window, seeing her run down the steps from the house.
Panic sets in as I realize she can just get a key from the office. I look around the room and see the dresser and remember the time I barricaded myself in my own room.
I run over to the dresser, pulling it and silently crying over the pain in my arm.
Just as I get it in front of the door she wiggles the knob, beating on the door.
It quietens for a minute and then I hear a key jingle and the door opens as far as it can and she slides her arm in, reaching around for the knob. Her arm hits the dresser and she beats the top of it with her fist, then kicks the door repeatedly.
"Stupid tramp!" She screams. I hear the knife jangle as it hits the sidewalk and I hear the footsteps go off into the distance. I sit with my back to the dresser for a second just breathing, then remember my arm is bleeding all over the place. Finally I stand up, going into the bathroom and dampening a towel to tie around my arm to create some type of tourniquet.
Once that's done, I go over and make sure the windows are locked, then lay down in the bed. After about thirty minutes, my body relaxes and I drift off to sleep.
/
"Jolene! Jolene! Are you down here?" I wake up from Norman yelling next door in the office. My heart rate picks up again and I peek out the window at him walking out of the office and coming down to my room. He gets to the door and I run back over to the bed as he turns the knob. The dresser is still blocking it but it opens enough so he can see me.
"Jolene? What are you doing down here?"
"I had to come down here."
"Why?" He furrows his eyebrows.
"Your mother came to see me last night." He widens his eyes.
"Are you joking?" Shaking my head, I untie the towel from my arm. He looks at all the blood on the towel. I raise my nightie up to reveal dark bruising on my stomach.
"Jolene, I'm so sorry, I-I-I, I don't know what to say."
"You told me you were better Norman."
"I am better!"
"Okay, obviously not because you tried to kill me last night."
Anger crosses his face. "That wasn't me, it was my mother."
"YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD!" I practically scream.
He stands there, biting the inside of his cheek for a moment. "You know I care about you Jolene."
"Usually people don't try to murder people they care about."
He leans against the door way. "Yeah. You also murdered your fiancé two days ago. Guess you aren't too much above me, huh?" He spits, slamming the door and starting back off to the house.