The Way To Steal My Heart

Moving In

Amanda:

After a few weeks, I was finally allowed to stand up. At first, it was painful beyond belief. Ashley really fucked me up good. Norman had gone to court to sue Ashley for vandalism, animal abuse, and attempted murder. When he came back to the hospital, he looked pleased and pissed at the same time.

"Did we win?" I asked, sitting up in my hospital bed.

"Yeah. But she's only in jail for seven years!" Norman growled.

"What!?" I screeched, hurting my stomach in the process. I gasped and clutched my stomach, breathing heavily. Norman was instantly by my side, gently rubbing my back.

"Calm down hon." He murmured, lowering me onto my back. He grabbed some pain killers from my bedside table. He gave me a few, and the pain almost immediately subsided. "The doctor says that you'll be out of here in a few days if you calm down a bit. He says that you probably shouldn't live alone though..." He broke off, like he was embarrassed to say that.

"So I have to move in with you?" I asked, my heart leaping.

"You don't have to. The doctor just says that it's recommended." Norman said, looking away embarrassed.

"Yes. I'll gladly move in with you." I stated, smiling.

...

Like Norman promised, I got to leave about one week later. I'd spent all of February and part of March in that hospital room, clinging to life. Norman was pushing me in a wheelchair towards his - our - apartment. Norman had moved all of my stuff into it during the past few days. When we got home, the place had really changed. For one, it was cleaned up much more. New black couches sat in the living room, vases once again lined the shelves. Even some photos of Norman and his family were reframed. Eye in the Dark was sitting in his cat jungle in the corner of the room. For once, he didn't hiss at me. Just stared at me.

I kept staring at same spot, though. It was by Norman's shelf of photos. There was no stain on the hard oak floor, but I hated that spot.

Norman caught me starting at it, and immediately drove me to another room. It was Norman's bedroom. My eyelids were heavy. I checked the time on my watch. It was 10:25 pm. I yawned and Norman immediately noticed. He wheeled me over to the side of the queen sized bed. He gently lifted me onto the bed, opening a draw to one of the two dressers. He pulled out a light blue nightgown.

"This?" He asked. I nodded and he handed it to me. Then he left me alone. I slid my shirt off with no difficulty, but getting my pants down without bending over or kicking my legs was the real challenge. I eventually gave up and slid the gown on, making sure that it was covering my panties, before calling Norman in.

"Yeah?" He asked, stepping in.

"Uh, I kinda need my pants off..." I muttered, feeling my cheeks heat up. Norman's cheeks started to turn red as well, but he nodded and made his way over to me. My pants were already by my thighs, all he did was pull them down gently. He avoided eye contact, which I was thankful for. When they were off, he threw them into a dirty clothes basket. Then he threw the covers back, and grabbed my feet. He gently swung them onto the bed. Then he gently covered my body with the blanket.

"Anything else?" He asked. I shook my head, feeling my eyelids starting to lower. He kissed the top of my head before turning to leave.

"Wait, Norman." I called. He stopped and turned to face him. "C-can you please sleep with me?" I asked. Norman hesitated for a moment. "I'm scared." I admitted.

Norman nodded and went to the dresser, pulling out a pair of dark blue pajama bottoms. I covered my face with the blanket while he changed. I heard the scraping of fabric as he changed. Eventually it stopped, and he crawled into the bed beside me. I uncovered my face, and peeped at him. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and it was making me blush.

"You want me to get a shirt?" He asked while sitting up, letting the blanket slide down. His upper body was very toned, and he had several little tattoos across his chest, including a little X on his color bone, a Norman tattoo above his left nipple, and I noticed a pair of demons on his back while he sat up. I shook my head, enjoying the view. He laid back down onto his back. I scooted closer to him, snuggling into his side. He wrapped his arm around my waist, keeping me close.

"Norman?" I asked.

"Hm." He responded.

"I do love you." I murmured.

"I love you too." He stated, turning to face me.

"I heard every word you said at the hospital." I murmured.

"I'm glad you did. Cause I meant every one of them." He muttered, leaning over and kissing me.

I kissed him back, moving my hands to the back of his head, scrunching his hair in my fists. He moved his hand from my side to my back, pulling me much closer. I closed my eyes, savoring this perfect moment. His tongue grazed my lips, and I let them by, rubbing mine against his. Norman started to lower me onto my back, towering over me. I let him. I wanted him.

His hands started to slip under my shirt, over my stomach, to the edge of my bra. If things hadn't happened over a month ago, I wouldn't have allowed this at all. But you only live once. I slid my fingers under his pants, but a pain in my stomach caused me to stop. I froze, my mouth gapped in a silent scream. Norman got off instantly, jumping off my bed for the pain killers in the kitchen. He came back a moment later with them and a cup of water.

He gave me the pills and water, helping me swallow. Once I recovered, I sat up. "Sorry." I murmured.

"No, no. It's not your fault. Ashley did this to you." Norman stated, sitting beside me.

"I know." Was all I said, before lowering myself into the bed, closing my eyes. Norman crawled in beside me, letting me snuggle into his side.

...

I stood in Norman's living room, confused. I tried to move, but my feet were stuck to the floor. I looked around for something. Suddenly, Ashley appeared in front of me, a knife in her hands. The knife was already bloodied. I looked down. My shirt was soaked in the thick red liquid. I lifted it up to reveal huge, ragged gashes. I looked back at Ashley in horror. She started to walk towards me, an evil smile spread across her face.

"Ashley! Please don't!" I screamed, throwing my hands in front of me. Suddenly, Norman came through the door behind her. She didn't turn around, just aimed a gun at him, firing. I shrieked as Norman fell, a hole in his head.

"You're next!" Ashley laughed, right before lunging at me, finishing the job.

...

I screamed, flailing my arms. I felt my fist connect with something, and I instantly opened my eyes. Norman was holding his nose, while blood was running from it.

"Oh my god, Norman! I'm so sorry!" I screamed, scooting away.

"It's fine. What the hell were you dreaming about, though?" He asked, grabbing a Kleenex and holding it to his nose.

I hesitated for a moment, reliving the horrible nightmare. "Ashley..." I whispered. Norman curled his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. He rocked me back and forth, comfortingly.

"Shh, shh. She's gone now. She won't be back." He murmured, soothingly. I nodded and let my head fall against his chest, letting the rising and falling of his chest lull me back to sleep.