It's a Dylemma

Chapter One

~Norman's POV~

"What are we supposed to do now? It's not like we have a ton of money to just wave around!" Mother was sitting with me on the steps in the baSement. Her eyes filled with tears.

"It's going to be alright." I pull her close to me. It's funny how my dad's dead and the only thing we're concerned about is money.

" Yes, of course it is honey. Of course." She kisses my forehead and I felt the tears just so close to exploding, but she was holding it is as much as she could.

"So what are we going to do now?" I ask her.

" We have to call the police." She wipes the tears off her face and pulls herself together.

"What- what are we going to tell them?" Truth was I woke up and saw my father lying on the floor covered in blood, no wounds or anyhting he was just gone.

" THAT HE DIED NORMAN!" She gets a little bit hysterical sometimes, but that's just mother I guess.

" Of course but-"

"Listen to me Norman, your dad he- he wasn't a good person. You know that right?" He was abusive, and drunk. Most nights he was either yelling or passed out in the couch, I guess that's why my mother and I are so close. She was always looking after me.

" I know."

" But he was still your father and... Well I guess what I'm trying to say is that, it's okay to be sad."

" I'm not."

I hated that man all my life, I'm glad he won't be a burden for my mother any longer.

" That's ok." She runs her hands through her hair and rus upstairs to take the phone.

Sometimes at night I have these God awful dreams and I feel myself slip away through the night, it's like a beating drum but my mother is always there next to me stroking my hair, telling me everything's going to be fine. No matter what.

Sometimes I wake up someplace else and I can't remember how I got there. Mother says I sleep walk, but it makes no sense. What if she killed him? I wouldn't blame her, he deserved it but that doesn't make it right.

" Norman?"

" Yes mother?"

" Pack up your things, we're leaving!"

I did as she asked, of course.

My mother and I, we have a... Well you could call it an abnormal relationship because we're not like most. We have a stronger bond, even when Dylan was here you could tell who she loved the most. I know it sounds harsh and cold but that's just the way it is, I don't know why and frankly I never asked because Dylan was always stirring up trouble.

He ws never comfortable anywhere, partly that's Mother's fault since she kept moving ua and leaving my father only to come right back to him.

It was dysfunctional, not anymore of course. He's dead.

~Norma's POV~

We found this small town in Oregon, it's way more different than it was in Arizona but the farther away the better. I want to just get away from this place! it's making my skin crawl, to think that my son could- NO, I said i wouln't talk about it to anyone, not even myself. He's sick, it's not his fault. This is crazy! Why did that sentence just come out, what is... Norman, my precious little boy he's just too good for this world and still bad things happen to him it's not fair.