Norman Bates x Reader [You'll Always Be Mine]

Norman x Reader: Chapter 11

Your ears couldn't comprehend what you had just heard. Your eyes widened and you shuffled backwards, away from Norman.
"You what?" You whispered.

"I-It was me... I think..." Norman stuttered, his eyes glossed over.

"What the hell do you mean you 'think'?" You slightly raised your voice.

"I saw myself doing it, I had this... vision..." He blinked as a tear strolled down his face.

"I-" You cut your words off and remembered how Dylan told you about Normans 'illness'.
That wasn't an excuse, he couldn't get away with this! But... this was Norman... someone you loved. You couldn't deal with this right now. You shook your head and felt yourself begin to cry. You stood up and ran out of the room, running down the stairs and straight out of the mansion.
You didn't know where you were going, you just couldn't stay here.

"(y/n)! Wait!" A voice called, Dylan.

You didn't stop running though, until Dylan grabbed your shoulder.

"What's wrong?! Why... are you crying?" he asked.

You couldn't answer, you were too busy sobbing.

"He did it. Didn't he? Dylan forced out these words.

"Yes!" You cried.

"Shit..." Dylan cussed, he then pulled you into a hug. "It's okay, it's going to be okay."

"How could this ever be okay?" You yelled.

"I don't know but... we'll figure this out, you need to come back up to the house, okay?"

"No, I cant..." You said, breaking the hug and looking at Dylan.

"Stay at the motel then, just.... you can't stay out on the streets, okay?"

"O-Okay..." You sniffed as you searched your pocket for your room key.

"Come on, I'll bring you over to your room." Dylan sighs as you both walk up towards the motel.

You unlock the door and walk inside, turning around to face Dylan.

"Thanks Dylan."

"No problem." He nods and begins to walk off.

You close the door and lean against it, sliding down you cry into your knees.
How could this happen.
You ask yourself this over and over again.
You didn't know what to do, you had to get away from this place. You just couldn't be here.
You could get a job, raise enough money to get the hell out of this place.

You stood up and wiped your teary eyes and flopped onto your bed. You closed your eyes and tried to sleep.

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It was night. You were drifting in and out of sleep. You heard your door creak wide open, you were too tired to bother about this and thought that you were just dreaming, until you realised you had forgot to lock your door. You jerked up to see a figure standing in the door way, this whole seen sent shivers down your spine.

"H-Hello?" You stutter.

The figure walks inside your room and closes the door behind them. You back up to the edge of your bed in fear. The figure flips the light switch, filling the room up with light, you immediately shut your eyes, slightly opening them a second later, waiting as they adjusted to the light. It took a moment for you to accept who was standing in your bedroom right now.

"B-Bradley?" you asked.

Bradley smiled at you as she walked closer towards you.

"Bradley what are you doing?" you ask once more, still feeling scared.

"I'm here to take care of you." She says.

"What...?"

"Secrets spread fast in this town you know... it was you who killed your parents. You were arrested for it." Bradley says.

"N-No... it wasn't me!" You yell.

"Shut up." She growls, "If they won't put you in jail then I'll need to do something about it... I can't have you walking about here, you're crazy!" Bradley hisses as she goes on, "You're putting Norman in danger... I can't have that happen." Bradley frowns, she then reaches into her pocket, pulling out a hand gun.

Fear strikes your body as your eyes meet the gun. Oh god, she was going to shoot you. She was the crazy one.

"Oh god, Bradley please don't!" You yell, your voice crackling.

She smirks as she raises the gun, pointing it towards your face.

You begin to shiver. You dive off of your bed as fast as you can.

BANG

The gun blows. You hit the ground. You didn't get hit. You jump up to your feet and tackle Bradley to the ground, you both fight as you try grab the gun from her hands, you manage to get the gun and you throw it away, it skids across the floor and lands in front of the door.
Bradley continues to tug at your hair and aggressively punch anywhere on your body. You wince, she is hurting you badly.
Out of nowhere you feel a cold sensation against your neck. Bradley is holding a knife to your neck.
You then hear the handle of your door turn. The door opens.

"Help me!" You scream for mercy.

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~Authors Note~
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Hi guys! I just wanted to thank you all for reading this book! And I also wanted to let you know that this is almost finished, there should be about two or three more chapters left!