Norma pulled up to the motel. She didn't want to come back to face any of this. She turned the car off and unbuckled her seatbelt. She sat there for a moment before opening the door and heading up to her home.

She walked in and it was quiet. She made her way to the kitchen and started to clean up dishes from the table and counter.

"It's nice you decided to come home, mother." Her son Norman told her.

Norma was now at the sink cleaning the dishes, her back to him. Here it goes.

"Norman, I'm not in the mood right now." She told him.

"I can tell. You haven't been in the mood for me since you left!" He yelled. "Dylan said you were with sheriff Romero? At his house? I suppose you spent the night with him!?" He said angrily.

Norma turned around to face him now. "That is none of your business Norman! I don't know what you want from me! All of this is your fault anyways. You and your brother. Asking me to do the unthinkable. You both just don't understand and you have no idea what it feels like.". She yelled back at him.

Norman walked closer to his mother. He looked so angry. He stood directly in front of her now trapping her infront of the sink. "Why did you even come home, mother? Why don't you go back to your new fling of the week?" He yelled into her face and grabbed a hold of her arms.

"Norman, get off of me!" She tried to pull away from him but his grip was too strong.

"Let her go, Norman!" Dylan shouted as he ran into the kitchen. Norman ignored his brother. "She deserves it Dylan! She left us! That's all she is good at, is leaving us!" He screamed and gripped her arms even tighter.

"Norman, your hurting me, please let go..." Norma was crying now and softened her voice. Maybe she could get him to snap out of this. This crazy fit he was having.

"Why don't you call your new boyfriend, the sheriff, I'm sure he will come and help you."

Dylan slowly walked over to the stove hoping Norman didn't notice. He grabbed a frying pan from the stove top and then made his way to Norman and hit him over the head with it. Norma was free and Norman fell to the floor.

"Are you okay?" Dylan asked her.

She stared down at Norman lying on the floor passed out, rubbing at her arms. He walked to her and saw bruises on them. "I'm sorry, I had to do it."

"Don't be sorry Dylan it's not your fault. Thank you. I don't know what we're going to do. Norma wiped her tear stained face and pulled Dylan into a hug. "I don't know what to do." She cried.

"I know you aren't going to want to hear this, but I think we should find a place for Norman to go...to get some help." Dylan started to tell his mother.

Norma got down on her knees and grabbed her sons hands. What happened to her sweet boy? Norma knew what Dylan said was right. As much as she didn't want to believe it, he was right. But Norman would hate her? She could lose him forever.

Dylan walked over to his mother and bent down to wrap his arms around her when they heard a knock at the door...