Norman was working at his desk connecting all the incidents that happened. "Uh Miss could I please have that report on Saturdays events?" He stopped the secretary before she could walk past his desk. "Yes those are in Mr. Montrolp's office." she quickly answered having better things to do. "Ah well can you get them for me?" Norman hesitated looking for another way to avoid Derek. The secretary gave Norman a 'you lazy ass' look. "I'm not allowed in there." she walked off as Norman thought about different ways to get the reports. But he came up with nothing. Norman unwilling found himself knocking on Derek's office door. "Come in." a voice from behind the door said. Once Norman was in Derek's sight he felt trapped. "Oh come to get your ass kicked again?" Derek looked up from his work, his face bruised severely on both sides from their brawl. "No I uh need the reports on Saturday's activities..." Norman shifted awkwardly. Derek sighed and went to a filling cabinet behind his desk. Norman took in the details of the room, small with a desk and multiple filling cabinets. He looked at the desk and saw a picture of a woman and two boys. Derek turned around to hand the file to Norman. "Is that your family." Norman wanted to make peace by breaking the ice. "Yea sorta." Norman took the file and left his office only to bump into Captain Perry. "Jesus Norman watch where you're going!" the old man heckled Norman. "Yes sir sorry sir." Norman quickly said as he walked away. *Everybody here is an asshole..." Now put in a negative mood he carried on his work unhappy till 11:00pm.
Jessica still in Normans bed watching TV, decided it was getting late so she might as well put on her pjs. She got changed and jumped back into Normans bed pulling the covers over her body *Holy crap his bed is comfy and soft.* 15 minutes or so went by and her eyelids began to feel heavy. Before she knew it she was slowly falling asleep in Norman's bed.
"For fuck sake! What's it take to get a fucking cab!" Norman yelled to himself in a depressing and frustrating mood. "All I need is a fucking taxi!" He waved his arms about at the passing taxis. Finally one pulled beside Norman and he rashly got in. Norman was fiddling with his keys in the room door and finally got in. He dropped all his stuff and went over to the kitchen island to pour himself a vodka concoction. Once the suspicious shot was 'downed' , he headed for bed. The room was dark except for the tv which was shining its bright artificial light. Norman turned it off, a little too drunk to connect the dots. He stripped down to his underwear and slipped into his bed. He grabbed his familiar pillow, used for 'holding' purposes. He wrapped his arms around it and felt its warmth. *Pillows aren't warm...?* Then finally it hit him. His eyes went wide as he shot back away from the living pillow. Doing this he unknowingly let out a yell. Jessica jolted awake and also screamed hearing Normans scream. "Why are you in my fucking bed!" The built up rage of Normans day was slowly letting itself out through his words. "I was watching TV and I fell asleep..." she explained to the dark figure. "Wait why we're you even in my room?!" Norman was cracking, he couldn't control his anger. "I-I-I was just looking around an-" she was cut off. "Why would you go into someone's room?! That's their personal property!" Norman started raising his voice. Jessica at a loss for words. "I-" She was cut off again. "And why do you do the most stupid things?! You go out in public alone when you have a killer ready to fucking murder you! C'mon Jessica! We both know you can't defend yourself from him! For fuck sake Jess!" all his anger was emptied and he reached and turned on the nightstand lamp. Norman looked over at Jessica and was blown away by the expression she was showing. His anger stricken facial expression relaxed once he saw Jessica's shiny watery eyes and her quivering lower lip. His expression turned sympathetic but it was too late for sympathy. "Jess I'm s-" 'SLAP'! Jessica cut him off finally but not with words. Normans face was sent to the side from Jessica's stinging slap. He turned his head back to her and saw the shiny tears falling from her eyes. Her quivering lip was replaced with a stain of anger on her face and in her eyes. They froze there for what seemed like an eternity. Jessica walked into the other room as Norman stood there still frozen. He moved to the main room immediately once he heard the noise of a suitcase zipper. Jessica was throwing all of her belongings into the case and then zipped it up quickly. "Jess! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" Norman begged but she got up and headed for the door only to be blocked by Norman. "Jess please... I mean it I'm sorry, I had a bad day and I shouldn't have taken it out on you." he begged but she just tried pushing past him. This then escalated into her ripping Norman away from the door by his arms and neck. Which then turned into her hitting his chest with the bottom of her fists. "Just let me go!" the broken girl hitting Normans bare chest with her hands sobbed. He grabbed both her hands and kept them from hitting him anymore. "Jess... I'm sorry..." he stared at the top of her head due to the fact she was looking down and refusing to look at him. "Jess..." she tried getting her hands back but Norman held on. "Jess...please..." Norman was calm, not giving up this fight. She slowly looked up and saw Normans typical sympathetic face but with a hint of compassion. Norman stared into Jessica's sad flustered eyes. "I'm sorry..." once he felt her hand muscles relax he let go but wrapped his arms around her shoulders and brought her head into his chest. Jessica's head was held against Normans bare chest. She was now used to that spot and enjoyed it. He tightly held her. "I'm sorry Jess..." That night was quiet. Norman and Jessica slept in the same bed still holding each other in the same position. Both of them with that overpowering feeling to be close to one another.
