Bates Motel: Justin Bieber

Chapter 4

    “Violet! Get down here!” She heard her mother's voice.

Rushing down the stairs, she hesitated to stop in front of her mom. “Take care of this mess. I refuse to be your god-damned maid . . . And while you're at it, take out the trash. It's full and your brother is sleeping.”

Yeah, I'm not sure sleeping is the right word. Sexting his girlfriend in the dark is more like it . . . Stupid Max and his stupid self.

After setting her dishes in the sink, she gathered the garbage bag, tied it, and brought it outside to the dumpster. She instantly gagged from the putrid smell that came from the open dumpster. “Ew, ew, ew,” she grumbled, throwing the trash bag in. Looking around in the darkness for anyone that might have seen that, she noticed a shadowed figure, staggering around the Bates Motel sign. Then she heard glass being broken, and a loud laugh. She didn't think someone was actually gonna be out this late, but there was.

“Hey!” She screamed, frustrated. She had major respect for the motel, seeing how important it was to her parents, but she had grown to love it also.

She stomped over to the imbecile and cursed to herself when she noticed it was the guy from this afternoon. She put space in between them, not knowing what he was capable of.

“You,” he chuckled.

“Yeah,” Violet muttered, rolling her eyes. “I hope you know you're going to be cleaning this glass up.”

“Oh really?” He smirked, holding up another beer bottle. “I don't think so.”

“Are you drunk?” She asked stupidly. “Wait, of course you're drunk.”

“What do you want?” He asked rudely. “Scram, little girl.”

“This is my family's property. I  suggest you leave, before I call the cops,” she shouted loud enough for him to hear.

He staggered closer to her, his beer bottle swinging at his side. “Fuck off. I don't need you suggesting me shit.”

“Go home,” she spat, turning around to go back in her house. She didn't want to deal with him and his stupid saggy pants.

“Yeah, go run to your mommy,” he shouted, chuckling. “Bitch,” he muttered, while taking a sip of his beer and walking passed the Bates property.

If Violet didn't have self control, she would've hopped on that guy's back and choked him out, no doubt.

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Violet popped into Max's room, seeing him still asleep. “Max, get up! Mom and Dad are gonna kill both of us!”

He groaned, pulling the covers over his head. Violet let go of the doorknob and stomped over to him before pulling the blanket away from him. “Sarah's here,” she smirked.

He shot straight up, looking around. Squinting his eyes, he realized she wasn't really there and pouted. “I could still be sleeping. Why are you waking me up at eleven-thirty?”

“Exactly, because it is eleven-thirty and your girlfriend and her family are coming at twelve,” Violet said, putting air quotes around girlfriend.

Max threw on a shirt and smirked. “That means Brian is gonna be here too,” he laughed.

Max's “girlfriend” is Sarah Johnson. He's had a crush on her since he's been able to interpret feelings. The Bates grew up with the Johnson's, so Violet had known Brian, Sarah's brother, since they were born. And same with Max and Sarah.

If Brian wasn't so cocky and annoying, Violet might have taken just the least bit interest in him. He was nice, just . . . narcissistic. He asked her to dinner one time, and all he talked about was his football scholarship to some college.

“Yeah, I know. I might mention I have a boyfriend, so he won't try one of those--“

“'I have a king-sized bed, but what is it without a queen?' pick-up lines?” Max interrupted.

“Yes, those,” Violet shuddered.

“I've told him many times that those don't actually work . . . Believe me, I've tried.”