I do not own Bates Motel.
But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.
Yeah, Whatever
Guts on the Ground
He knew he would never be able to adequately explain to anybody everything involved in watching Norma and Caleb hold each other and cry on that gravel driveway between the worn out old cabin and the worn out old van.
Norma completely unhinged, dressed like some lost, rebellious teenager, crying and clutching at her long lost brother.
The only person in her youth she had been able to depend on.
The man before her on his knees, clinging to her as if she were the only person in the whole world.
Wailing and sobbing.
Begging her forgiveness.
Her big brother.
Who had loved her and worshipped her his entire life.
And raped her.
Again and again.
Eventually creating him.
Dylan.
Unwanted, bastard, incest son.
Who stood, exhausted and numb from a night of absolute . . .
". . . French toast!"
. . . hell.
Watching the scene play out before him.
And he could not think.
Clearly, anyway.
This is what I wanted.
And now . . . I don't . . . they're so broken.
Can they heal?
Can any of us heal?
How do you come back from something like that?
It made him sad.
And sick.
Hopeful.
Lost.
Confused.
With no idea at all of what might or might not happen next.
His chest swelled and ached, his throat grew sore and raw with barely contained emotion.
His head hurt with the lack of sleep.
His eyeballs pounded and felt huge with pressure and strain.
And it was all he could do to hold back the tears threatening to spill out of them.
As he watched Norma and Caleb . . .
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!"
. . . let the rest of the world unimportantly spin out around them.
It was beautiful.
Pitiful.
Gut wrenching.
Haunting.
It was . . .
I want them to be okay.
I want them to stop hurting.
I want all of us to be okay.
. . . everything.
But how can we be okay again?
Any of us?
He didn't have an answer.
All he could do . . .
"I'm so sorry!"
. . . was stand there and watch.
". . . sorry!"
Oh god.
My husband says Max Theriot screams and whispers with his eyes.
I agree.
Thanks to sweet DinahRay, ever gracious Lana Brown, and WordWeaver81 for so kindly reviewing this story.