The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 23

A/N: Hey guys, again, I'm really sorry for not posting.  We're moving on Friday, and everything has been chaotic.  But I'll always find time to write!  Enjoy 23 =) Bye!) -Writingslayer 

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 Norman called Sherry.  We were picked up and taken to Sean's house.  We were all sitting around the television, huddled in Sean's freakishly large comforter from his bed: Me in the middle, Norman on my right with his fingers intertwined with mine, and Sean on my left, huddled in close since it was a horror.

"Sean, chill!" Norman laughed when he jumped and hid behind the blanket while a lamp fell over in the movie.

"I'm sorry, It's just scary!" He teased back.

I rolled my eyes and smiled.  I was planning to spend every second I got with these boys, since I was leaving soon, and I sadly wasn't planning on letting Norman come.  I was planning on telling him that I bought two, and then, when we got to the airport, I would tell him.  He couldn't come home with me.  I didn't want to risk him getting hurt either.  It just seemed like the right thing to do; make him stay for our own good.

"I took next month off." Norman said, looking over at me when the commercial came on.

"For what?" I asked, knowing what he did it for.  I just didn't want to make it seem that I was positive with him coming.

"You! Silly." he chuckled, poking my arm with his free hand that was bandaged.  I chuckled, but got serious and looked at the TV when I heard Norman and my name.

"Famous actor, photographer, and known for other professions, has just gone through a frightening experience with his new girlfriend, Grace!  Take a look." A man said, gesturing to the screen next to him and spinning slowly to turn to it.  The camera switched to the back television, and rolled a clip of sirens and police cars at the XGT home.

"Twenty-six girls and women were found abused and beaten inside of this home.  Fifteen men were also found, and two of those were not proven guilty due to their case of saving these women.  It seems as if the men of XGT have been capturing the alphabet.  The A room contained a girl named Annie, the B room contained a women named Brianna, C room had Christine, D room had Dana," The man continued this list and I listened intently to every single name.  For a familiar one, my name, and the H name that was the girl from behind me.

"The G room contained Grace, the H room- Um, the H room. . . Unfortunately, the H room only contained the traces of a women that sadly was killed named Hannah." He said, sighing deeply and looking up at the sky.

My body began trembling like a leaf, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"No, no, NO!" I said, standing up.  "YOU SON OF A B**CH!" I screamed, charging at the TV, only to be abruptly stopped by Norman wrapping his arm around my stomach and calmly pulling me to the ground.  

"NO! NO!  NO!" I repeated, my voice wailing and crying as I reached up trying to choke all the men in the background being shoved into police cars.  The program wasn't live, so this was when they had just found everyone.

"No! No, no," I yelled, my shrieks turning into sobs.

"Shh, shh, shh," Norman whispered, his arm locked around my waist while he sat behind me.  I had flopped my upper body down, and my head faced the floor, muffling my weeping.

I didn't know why I felt so much grief for this women named Hannah.  Maybe her pleads for her life, or her whimpers and wines of pain, but something about this whole thing cut me loose.  Made me furious to think about all those men.  Made me feel sad for all those girls including me that had to go through that.  It all made me feel worthless.

When the man finished with the names, he began to discuss the topic of who came into Norman's house.  My father.  Norman held me tighter when he felt me tense and struggle, but when they said my last name, his body went limp with surprise and confusion.

"Did they just say your last name?" He asked, hanging onto my arm.

I nodded through coughs, and finally just slammed my finger on the power button as the television shut off.

"I'm sorry." I whimpered through the blanket after I collapsed onto the couch in a heap of complete ruin.

"Oh, Grace, no no no," He started, getting up and shooing Sean out of the room.  "Don't be." He encouraged me to sit up, but I locked everything in the sore position they were in.  "I'm sorry." He said, giving up on getting me up, and just placing his hands in his lap.  

Silence flooded the house to the point where it was almost noisy.  It was a loud silence.  The kind that made your ears ring.

"Did he-" Norman began, hoping I knew what he meant.  I sniffled, my throat jumping several times as I sat up and brushed the hair from my eyes.

I tried to say yes, but all that happened was a nod.  A sad nod, that resulted in my head falling onto his lap as he rubbed my arm and laid his head back against the couch.

Just then, Sean's house phone rang.  I heard Sean's feet patter against the ground as he ran in and picked it up.  

"Hello?" He asked, sitting in one of the bar chairs in his kitchen that was behind us.

Curiously, I exhaled and sat up to watch what was happening.

"Yeah, um, I'll get her." Sean said, a bit confused as he hopped off the chair and approached the couch.  "It's that lady from the hospital.  She said she has a call she needs to forward for you." he said awkwardly, handing me the phone.  I took it, thanked him, and sniffled.  I leaned back into the crook of Norman's side, and held the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked, my voice shaky.

"Hey, this is your Aunt!  Change in plans.  I need you to come home, like, tomorrow.  I'm sorry, but, your mother insisted, and I told her I promised.  And you know me!  I keep my promises.  Sorry honey, gotta go!  Your mother's home!" My Auntie Beth said.  "Oh hi Terry!" I heard her cheer my mothers name before the phone line went dead.  Just like my heart did.