(TW: mention of self-harm, mention of abuse)
Ray stared at the house from beyond the gates. It was huge. White bricks, golden gates...Norman must be rich or something. Ray looked at him in disbelief.
"Well, my dad just has a really well-paying job..." Norman chuckled at Ray's expression, reading his mind. He's gotten this reaction so many times before, and so many times before his friends only pretended to care about him so they could get things out of it. His only real friend killed themself...
Ray scanned Norman's face, trying to figure out why his smile disappeared. Norman looked at him. Ray squinted, then tapped Norman's nose with his finger.
"Boop." Ray said monotonously, a slight smile on his face.
Norman couldn't help but grin, "Thanks...Welp, let's go."
Ray stayed behind Norman as they approached the large doors of the mansion. Norman pulled a key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and called for his dad.
A man in a white suit and short white hair came into the room, "Ah, welcome home Norman," he smiled, "Who's this young man?"
"This is Ray." Norman introduced him, a reassuring hand on Ray's shoulder.
Ray waved nervously at the man, then Norman started walking up a large staircase, Ray following quickly after him.
Norman took Ray into a room. It looked almost like a hotel room, with nice, white sheets and a lack of personal decoration. Sitting on the bed, Norman motioned for Ray to sit beside him. When Ray was comfortable, Norman took his hand and rolled up his sleeves again.
"Where?" he said as more of a demand than a question.
Ray's stomach dropped as he remembered why they came here in the first place. To talk. Ray kept his eyes averted, not knowing whether or not he could or should say anything.
Norman grabbed Ray's hands and squeezed them gently, "You can trust me, okay? I'm not going to judge you, or tell anyone anything."
"Me." Ray muttered quietly, barely audible.
Norman's eyes suddenly filled with tears, but he held them back, "Are they anywhere else..?"
"Not from me." Ray said, still keeping his eyes averted.
"What does that mean?" Norman asked, eyes widening.
Ray got up and pulled his shirt up, revealing dark purple bruises and cuts and scars much worse than his arms, "...From my mom..."
He pulled his shirt back down and brushed his bangs out from over his eye. There was a large, horrible scar on the left side of his face, barely missing his eye, "...From my mom."
Ray sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at the floor. Norman wrapped his arms around Ray, careful of his wounds, and pulled him close.
"You're not going back there," Norman cried into Ray's shoulder, "You'll stay here and I'll keep you safe."
Norman cried himself to sleep, so Ray gently laid him down on the bed and took his leave.
Norman would probably hate him for this, but Ray had to go home. Isabella was the worst. She was abusive, and she was horrible. But still, she was his mother. You only get one of those. Ray was so sure she would stop eventually. Then everything would be okay, and they would be a normal, happy family.
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Mother Dearest | Norray AU (Complete)
Fanfiction(TW: abuse, self harm) - Complete - Ray always tried to believe it would stop- the pain would go away- but it didn't. His mother hit him. He hit himself. He cut himself. His body ached endlessly. One day, Ray encounters Norman at school. He was kin...
