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Friday night Norma was going to meet George's parents, she thumbed through her organized, aged wardrobe and examined each article of clothing with caution. She had to look perfect tonight. She decided upon a v-necked, purple, silk dress. Nothing too elegant, but just the right ensemble for her liking. She spritzed her lilac scented perfume on her neck before heading outside to wait for George. She sat on the motel porch waiting when she heard the motel office phone ring. Norma looked into the office window, sighed, and headed inside to answer, she figured she'd have to do something to pass the time.

"Hello? Bates Motel?" she answered.

"Hello, I was wondering if you guys had any vacancies at the moment?" a sweet voice answered back.

"Unfortunately, we do not. I'm sorry. However, if you still want a room, we have numerous check outs tomorrow, you can call back and see if we have a room open for reservation. Is that okay?" she asked pleasantly, she wanted to avoid all confrontation with anyone and be in the greatest mood for tonight.

"That's fine, thank you, ma'am" she said, hanging up.

Norma's face held a satisfied smile as she looked down at the phone, she was so grateful it wasn't another asshole.

George entered the office and looked her over.

"I've been waiting for two minutes" he said impatiently, a dark glare in his eyes.

"I'm sorry" she said, walking towards him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa" he said, placing his hands in front of her, halting her mobility.

"What?" she asked, becoming more and more frustrated at his attitude towards her.

"You're not meeting my parents dressed like that are you?" he exclaimed rudely, squinting his eyes at her outfit.

"What the hell is the matter with it?" she asked, a nasty look on her face, she glanced down at her clothing, feeling insecure.

"Oh nothing, besides the fact that your breasts are hanging out like a girl you'd see at a truck stop" he said sarcastically.

She just looked at him with an open mouth, her eyes wet. She couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. Was this the same charming guy from two nights ago? The same man who called her his girlfriend, told her he loved her.

"You need to change and then we'll go" he said strictly.

Despite his cruel words and the demonic look in his eyes, she wouldn't move, she was in frightened awe of what came over him.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm, hard. He leaned closer to her and they locked eyes.

"Now" he said darkly, his voice almost a growl.

He walked out towards the car and glanced back at her.

"I'll be waiting" he said sounding annoyed.

She took a minute. What was happening? He had to be in a bad mood, maybe he just had a really stressful day at work or maybe he got nervous around his parents. She wasn't sure but she took a deep breath and headed outside, but not before bumping into Alex, a concerned look on his face. She moved back, further away from him, knowing George's mood would sour even more if he saw them talking, even if they made eye contact, it would set him off.

He leaned close to her, as if he were about to tell her a secret.

"Does he always talk to you like that?" he asked, his eyes warm, his voice laced with concern.

"God, eavesdrop much?" she scoffed angrily and started walking away, up the stairs to her house.

"Hey, I'm just looking out for you" he said, his voice hitting her back.

She glanced into the parking lot. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that George's car was facing away from them, there was no way he could spot them together.

"Believe it or not, Alex, but I'm a grown woman and I can take care of myself" she said nastily, walking into her home.

Her face was hot with frustration, this was definitely not the mood she wanted to be in for tonight. One man angry at her for wearing the wrong thing and another who just wanted to but into her life. Norma silently swore that Alex Romero would do whatever it took to put her behind bars, he wanted to get her in trouble and make her suffer. She couldn't figure out why, but she blew the thought off as she went back into her wardrobe and picked another dress. When she walked outside and into George's car, he looked her over again.

"See, that's much better" he said, examining her lacy taupe dinner dress.

She nodded at him and they drove off.

As they walked through the restaurant, Norma felt sharp waves of anxiety rise in her stomach. She was so scared to meet The Heldens, she longed to make a good impression. She would have to put on an act, something that made her look like a sweet, innocent woman. She needed them to see that she was perfect for her son, she could make him happy. George led her to the table. He walked over to his parents and gave his mother a hug and his father a pat on the shoulder. Norma outstretched her hand to the couple, giving them her most pleasant, wide smile.

"Mom, Dad, this is Norma Bates, the woman I've been seeing" he smiled at her.

"Hello dear, I'm Helena" she gave her a grin and motioned for her to sit down next to her.

"And I'm Ralph" he smiled, and kissed her hand.

"Nice to meet you both, you have a wonderful son" she said, flashing a polite smirk George's way.

He nodded at her slightly, almost as if he was telling her that she was doing and saying the right things so far.

"Where's Christine?" George asked, raising an eyebrow and looking for his sister.

"Oh, she couldn't make it tonight, she and Peter had a charity benefit" Helena explained, reading her menu.

"I understand. You know, she introduced Norma and I" he laughed and eyed her from across the table.

"How did you and Christine meet?" Ralph asked Norma, locking eyes with her.

He had the same ones as George, a pair of light green, kind eyes.

"Christine and I met at a community theater event" she explained, taking a sip of red whine, she had to loosen up.

"How nice" Helena smiled sweetly and patted her hand.

Norma smiled at her, she looked identical to Christine.

"So, how long have you two been seeing one another?" Ralph asked, taking his glasses off to clean them.

"A month" George claimed.

Norma shrugged and grinned, she supposed it had been that long, they'd only made it official two days ago.

"So, Norma, where did you go to school?" Ralph asked curiously.

She could tell he was the one who wanted to get the most information on her. She went frozen at that question, it was either lie or tell him the honest to God truth. One way they all trade phony smiles and the other they all look down on her. She decided if she wanted a good, healthy relationship, she'd have to tell the truth, something she hadn't done in a while.

"I, uh...I didn't go to college" she admitted, keeping her eyes transfixed on the table cloth, her hands sweating.

Ralph glanced at his wife across the table, giving her a warning look.

"I see...did you go to high school?" he asked, pushing her further.

She felt herself unravel.

She nodded slowly.

"Yes I did" she said, trying to maintain eye contact with him, though it was hard.

"You just didn't get accepted to a collage or you didn't apply?" he asked, he pretend to be confused, but inside, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"No, I got pregnant" she blurted truthfully, obviously annoyed.

She could feel George's angry eyes on her, but she didn't dare look up to face him.

"Looking at you I wouldn't have been able to tell" Ralph said laughing at his own words.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked, her tone sharp.

"I just meant, you don't look like the majority of high school dropouts, or early mothers I've seen" he said, giving her a sly smirk.

"Why? Because I'm wearing a nice dress and I can hold a phony smile?" she scoffed, she threw her napkin on the table.

She rose from the table then.

"I can't do this" she murmured.

"It was very nice meeting you two" she said, her eyes watering, she power walked towards the exit.

She walked outside and wiped the falling tears from her eyes. She couldn't believe what she'd done. A voice in her head told her she did the right thing, she didn't belong there, with people like that, the educated and classy, the kind of people that looked down on her. Deep down in her heart, she knew she shouldn't have done it, she should have kept her mouth shut and lied to George's parents, she should have tried to impress them rather then pushing them away. She rolled her eyes and sighed. She hitched her purse over her shoulder and walked along the road.

How could I have been so stupid?