Show Me You Hate Me

Show Me How Much You Hate Me

As I held her soft, porcelain face in my hands, I realised I could never quite comprehend her beauty, just how much it amazed me. I wondered how it could not amaze someone, it was breathtaking. The ends of her golden blonde hair softly tickled my neck, brushed against me ever so lightly, taking my mind away from my thoughts.

Her cold, wet tears drooled from her eyes to her cheeks, running around my fingertips, small mutters and hectic breathing emerged every so often from her small pink lips.

Moving just a fraction closer, I softly ghosted my lips against her cheekbone, trying my best to soothe her, to be closer.

"Don't touch me." She mumbled quietly, in the haze of our proximity I almost didn't hear her, or chose not to hear her. Either way, all I could focus on were her eyes; simple perfection.

"Don't you touch me." She repeated, moving from the wall in which i had pinned her. Knives bombarded into my chest at the words, ripping my rip cage open, turning my heart to frost at every ice cold syllable. I turned my head, not wanting to move a muscle, only my arms to pull her back to me. My mouth urged to speak, shout every damn feeling i've had about her since the first day we met, but my throat was scorched, inflamed from desire. There was only one word I was capable of choking out, only one that could escape.

"Norma."

I stuttered, pleaded, begging her to stay in my own stoic way. Hesitantly, she stopped before the door, striking eyes peeled on the floor rubbing at her head. I watched her intently.

"What?" She spat, averting her eyes to meet mine, body wavering back into the house slightly from exhaustion. I was speechless. Lost for words. I wanted to say something, say anything to get her to run back, nuzzle into me where I could keep her safe, protected. "I trusted you." Her words smacked me harder than any person could psychically inflict. But handing that stupid piece of plastic was the right thing to do, everyone involved deserved to go to prison, they all deserved it. Maybe I had more of an anger towards it considering my own father had been taking his cut with my mothers name. She would have been disgusted in him, disgusted in me for not doing anything about it, I had to do right by her. I took a step towards her, carefully, silently.

"Alex, why did you even ask me about Norman's father if you already knew the answer? It's cruel." She morosely questioned, moving slightly closer to me, warily. I shook my head slightly, conjuring up my reply, unsure of what she wanted the answer to be.

"I-I wanted the truth, Norma. For once, I wanted you to just look at me, and trust me." I bit at my bottom lip slightly for a second. "You know, fully trust me." I clenched my jaw, slightly frightened of how she would react. She jerked her head slightly, almost as if she didn't understand what I said.

"Trust you? I gave you the stupid flash drive how does that not show I trust you, Alex? Why did you have to try and prove it?" I rubbed at the sides of my temples whilst she spoke, angrily poisoning the air.

"When Annika Johnston first gave it to you, you hid it from me, you didn't tell me, if you trusted me you would have told me, Norma. I could've protected you. You would've never met Bob Paris, you wouldn't be endangering yourself like this." I quickly hissed, anger getting the best of me. She walked closer to me, almost closing any space between us. I watched her movement, her light perfume filling the air as she approached.

"I don't need you to protect me." She replied harshly, waving a finger in my face. Her eyes a painfully beautiful blue against her reddened eyes, in another life, another time, I might have even told her so.

"Fine then, Norma. I get it, you don't need me. You're on your own." It pained me to say it, make out the words in my mouth, watch her face crumble behind the strong wall she'd built around herself since the very beginning. Suddenly, her mouth curved downwards and her brow furrowed, small tears escaping from her eyes. Usually with any one else, in any other situation, she would've probably stormed out screaming, kicking down doors, throwing a child like tantrum. However, something was different, I could feel it. Almost uncontrollably, I pulled her into my arms, stroking the back of her head, running my fingers softly through her tangled hair as she rested against my chest. Her small sniffles against me ached my heart, I had to look after her, she was like a baby bird with a broken wing, completely helpless. I felt her tremble slightly at my contact, surprised, but not in distasteful way.

I felt her body go limp in my arms as she comforted into me, tears dripping onto my undershirt. With her weight against me, I backed up towards the arm chair behind us and slouched down into it, resting her upon me; cradled, safe.

"I- I trusted you." She slurred tiredly. Her hot breath against my neck prickled my skin, her lips dangerously close. I wanted to apologise, but I wasn't sorry. I wanted to apologise for being an ass, like usual, for betraying her small amount of trust she claimed to have in me.

"I know, Norma..." I breathily muttered, as I felt her hand warmly drape around my neck.

"I hate you. You make everything so hard. You make me feel so weak." She replied, ghosting her lips against mine slightly. I swallowed hard, my chest beginning to rise and fall frantically against her.

"I hate you too, so what." I breathed, mimicking what she had said earlier, almost amusingly. It was almost like we had developed a language only both of us could understand, and I understood her word for word.

Softly, I felt her lips up my neck, my ear. "Oh, god." I blurted unwillingly as her hot breath tickled my skin, prickling at the contact. Just one more alluring factor about her, Norma Bates, the slightest thing drove me over the edge; one more thing to keep me completely and utterly hooked. She peered up, noticing my eyes burning into her, I craved the taste of her. Softly, she brushed her lips against mine, as our lips parted as delicately as they collided, our eyes peeled to each others lips i saw a quaint smile forge on hers. Suddenly, she crashed hers against mine, fiercely, passionately this time. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, forcefully taking control, the teasing, the playful ease, it was becoming all too much. Hungrily swirling her tongue around mine I forced us both to our feet, slamming her against the wall roughly. I was concerned for a moment this was too rough, too fast, until she gently purred my name, nipping at my bottom lip affirmatively. She pulled away slightly, our lips barely touching. I bit back a groan as she silkily husked in my ear,

"Show me how much you hate me, Sheriff."

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Okay yeah sorry if this is pretty shit! I just got home from school and was insanely bored so decided to just write whatever ideas came into my head and spent probably far too long on it when I should be doing school work :3, it's kinda what I wish had actually happened in this scene lmao so I hope you guys like it ^.^