"You're acting like a twit." This one's for all you twits out there, thanks for reading and being so supportive through this story. There will be much more to come. Enjoy - MJ123 :)
The alarm clock read 4:30 am when Norma sat up in bed with a sigh. When she was lying in bed, she had some ideas that crossed her mind, regarding getting Alex back for herself. Most of the thoughts had to do with a mediocre apology and a promise to remain faithful through thick and thin. But, most of these ideas were exiled from her mind, she knew he would need more from her. She needed something temporary, something that would really make him stay with her for a bit while she thought of something extravagant to wow him back into a relationship.
She stood up and walked over to her bedroom drawers, opening the sacred top holder, pawing through various silky or lacy sets. Her fingers stopped once she found the perfect outfit. It hadn't been touched since her honeymoon, luckily it was still in immaculate shape.
The piece was full white lace maxi, a forgiving neckline cut down midway at her cleavage, and it hung beautifully on her. As she put it on, in awe that it still fit after 18 years, she thought of Alex. This was something he should've seen and enjoyed her in, then again that was the point. It was astounding, how pure and innocent it made her look. The outfit made her eyes pop perfectly and suited her curves well.
With that, she ran a hand through her hair, tousling her locks until they appeared rather sultry. Silently, she crept out of her room and down the stairs, hoping Dylan and Norman wouldn't catch her, it wouldn't look too good, especially with her dressed the way she was. Once successfully making it to the hallway, she slid into her blue trench coat and looked around one more time before leaving the house.
Whilst walking on the pavement and over the gravely parts of the motel parking lot, she looked down pleased with her appearance. She knew there was no way Alex could turn her away, not with her looking the way she did. It was sad, trying to appease him and win him over with her body, but that was the best she knew how to do. This was going to be a messy situation, she knew he was not the type of man that would just go to bed with her when their relationship was crushed. She would have to do some serious apologizes before any type of physical intricacies arose.
She walked onto the motel porch and down the concrete to Room 11. With a deep breath, she knocked, trying to have a look of sympathy on her face. All she wanted was to apologize and get back to normal. She could hear the mattress springs pop up as he rose and his heavy steps to the door.
When he opened up, he flashed her the nastiest look he could, "Oh, how lovely to see you this early in the morning, Norma," he sneered, walking back inside, but leaving the door wide open.
She took that as a cue to walk inside, shutting the door behind her, trying to remain calm as she paced over to him. "Alex, look, we really need to talk. We have to talk to one another," she sighed, watching him stand and look down at her. No emotion coming from his face, it was the same stoic man she'd met three years ago.
"Oh really? Do we? I think you made things pretty clear when you decided to sleep with someone else," he scoffed, internally getting angrier at her, it was sad actually. He wanted to punch a hole in the wall but at the same time he wanted to scoop her up in his arms and kiss her, wiping the mistake away. But this was no fairy tale, she screwed him over in the worst way.
"I didn't decided anything because I wasn't thinking. I had too much to drink and I made a stupid decision. I would never do anything to hurt-"
"Norma, just stop. Okay? Stop it. Don't try to talk your way out of it. And please don't try to soften the blow. The fact that you are saying you'd never do anything to hurt me? You did hurt me!."
She stayed silent and just looked at him, thinking of something else to say that would help her but she couldn't so she stuck to what she knew, "Alex, I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? Sorry doesn't cut it! You broke my fucking heart!," he yelled, a hand coming up to sit at this forehead, he walked over to sit on the bed, "I should hate you, I should absolutely hate you."
She moved to the bed and sat next to him, still trying to keep some kind of distance, "Do you hate me?".
He smiled sarcastically but it quickly faded away, this time he actually looked at her, making some form of eye contact, "No. No, I don't. I never could."
It was a relief to hear him tell her that, some of the anxiety in her stomach went away, "Good. I um...I don't think I could handle it if you did to be completely honest."
"Why?".
"Because, I love you. I may have done something awful and unforgivable but I do love you. And I feel like a complete asshole for doing something like that to you. I understand if you'd never feel the same way about me again, and if you want to break it off completely-"
"Never," he answered, his voice sharp and the look in his eyes fierce, "Never say a thing like that. I'm not gonna leave you. I don't want to leave you."
"But I broke your heart, you said it yourself," she defended, surprised that his anger had floated away.
"Yeah, you did. But it doesn't mean I can't still be in love with you, for God's sake, two days ago you were wearing my wedding ring. I wanted you to be my wife. I'm not just gonna leave you because you made a bad decision," he scoffed, breaking eye contact with her. It felt good, being able to talk to her in such a way, even though they were in a rough spot, he still felt he could open up to her.
She let silence fill the room for a few moments before looking at him, "Alex," she started, "Do you still love me?".
It didn't take him long to answer, there was no doubt in his words, "Of course I do. More than anything. I'm still mad at you though, I feel betrayed."
"I'm sorry. I really am sorry. I didn't mean to do this much destruction. I-I'm still in love with you, too. I don't want anyone else, I could never want anyone else. Don't think twice about that just because I did something stupid."
He sighed, "I'm not going to say it's okay. And I'm not accepting your apology because I really do think you knew better than to do that. But I want to be with you. I want to fix this. You mean the world to me, okay? I don't want to lose you to some stupid incident."
Even under the worst circumstances, her heart was fluttering at his words, "Okay. Alright, we'll work through this, I promise. You have my word that I won't ever do anything like that again. From now on, I'm yours and yours alone."
He nodded and stood, needing to break away for a few moments, wordlessly he looked down at her appearance. "What is that you have on?".
She stood as well, taking the coat off to reveal the long nightie to him, "It's just pajamas, I found it at the bottom of my drawer," she lied, knowing she couldn't give away her previous, and now stupid, seduction plan. She should've known better, he wasn't a weak man, he wasn't going to forgive her after a round of good sex.
"A little fancy for bed, don't you think?" he asked, his eyes scanning her body. Though they weren't on the best terms, even he could admit she looked amazing. The piece accented every part of her perfectly with no stops in between.
"Eh, I just wanted to wear it. It makes me feel pretty," she murmured, straightening out the lace of the outfit.
"You are pretty, gorgeous actually," he said, the way he said it made the words sound like a fact rather than a compliment.
Before she could speak, her head cocked to the window, her ears flooded with the sound of a car pulling in the lot and a car door opening and shutting. She stood up, walking to the window and peering through the thankfully thick curtains.
Alex moved behind her, a gentle hand placed at the small of her back, judging by the way she stood from his bed, he could tell she was on edge. She was always anxious about things like that. Then again, he couldn't blame her, it was unusual. "It's five in the morning. You guys don't open until eight," he said, looking out the window as well.
"That's odd," she said, looking towards the front office. It was a man. She couldn't tell who exactly, as he was facing the door and not her. She couldn't go outside due to her appearance, after all lacy lingerie was pretty far down on the professional spectrum.
"I'm gonna go outside and handle it, okay? You stay here and sit on the bed, I don't want you anywhere near the door or window if anything happens," he said, going to his bedside table and grabbing his gun out of the drawer, ready to strike anyone that could cause harm to the Norma or her family. He waited until she was seated on the bed, and walked outside, shutting the door tight behind him.
"Excuse me?" he called out to the stranger, gun firmly at his side, "Can I ask what your doing here so late?".
The man turned and saw the gun immediately, he put his hands up and shook his head, "I'm not looking for any trouble. I just needed to find someone. I'm uh-I'm looking for Norma Bates."
Alex's heart started to race the minute he heard her name, afraid this guy wanted to cause harm to her in some way, he was automatically on guard, "Who are you?".
"I'm Steven Bates."
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