Underwater (a Bates Motel/Norman Bates fanfic)

Be My Escape

(GIF is Dylannn :P And the Song is "Be My Escape" by Relient K c:)

Dylan replied to me about an hour after I texted.

You're welcome, Ridley. But Heroes wear tights. I don't do that shit. xD

I couldn't help the smile on my face when I read the text. It made my day.

For the most part...

I was worried about Norman. I got him in a shit ton of trouble. And if Norma really is that batshit crazy, just on me... There's no telling what she'd do to him.

Calm down, Ridley, it's none of your business. I highly doubt Norman would allow her to do that to him.

...I think...

I tried to text him, just saying 'Hey.' I didn't even get a response. So instead, I texted Dylan.

Is Norman okay?

I'm sure he's fine, Ridley. He gets weird when things like this happen. Norma's a bit out there. You saw that.

This had my hands shaking. I know I shouldn't worry about Norman so much, hell, we aren't even a couple, I don't think, so I don't know why I'm freaking out.

I was still shaking when I dialed Norman's number, calling him.

"Hey, it's Norman. Sorry I couldn't get to my phone on time. Leave a message, and have a wonderful day."

I threw my phone on the bed, flipping shit.

I texted Dylan back.

Can you come get me?

Your dad will flip on me.

It's worth it. I'll meet you in the alley behind my house. Please. I'm worried about Norman.

He'll be fine. I just talked to him, Rid.

Okay, that pissed me off. He couldn't answer my call, after sleeping with me, but answers Dylan, leaving me to flip out.

Pick me up anyway.

Daredevil, eh?

Sure.

Damn, girl. ;)

Shut up and come get me.

Feisty. I'm on my way.

I don't know what I'm getting myself into. But I know I need to get away. I doubt this will fix anything, because running away doesn't solve your problems, but it pushes them out for a while.

Ridley?

I thought it was Dylan texting me again... But it was Bradley.

I rolled my eyes, not even wasting the time to reply. I honestly hoped for it to be Norman, but he doesn't want to speak to me, so I shouldn't bother. He wants to be an asshole? So will I.

(Bzzt Bzzt)

Jesus, I'm surprised my phone hasn't exploded!

I unlocked the touch screen, opening the message. Norman was the sender, but I know it couldn't have been him who sent this. No, he wouldn't... He can't...

I'm sorry I led you on, Ridley. You are nothing to me, and having sex with you was a mistake. Don't text me, call me, or speak to me, anymore. I didn't mean to lead you on, but I can't see myself with anyone but Emma in my future.

I tried my best, but I couldn't hide my tears. Norman wouldn't text me this. His mother had to. Norma hates me. She doesn't even really know me, but she hates me.