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

Chapter 32

(A/N: So I am going to start informing you guys if it's a sneak peek in the chapter title... yeah.  Mmmkaybye.) -Writingslayer

"She set you up!  She told me I was dead!  And, and, and then, she left me here!" My Aunt wailed, her breathe heavy and fast.

"Shh, you're alright," Norman reassured her, resting his hand gently on her shoulder.

We had my Aunt upstairs and were explaining everything.  I would type it and Norman would read it to her.

"I am talking to you like this because Rebekah" (Rebekah is my mother) "Attacked me.  And when I was in the hospital, some lady told me you had died in a car accident.  I was a fool to believe it since they didn't do anything else but leave." I typed.  

After Norman read it, I looked at him and he nodded.  It was time to tell her what my mom did.

"Auntie Beth?  I have to tell you something." I typed.  But when I was done, I stopped Norman from talking.  I thought this was the kind of thing I needed to tell her myself.  Norman got up to leave and give us some space but I grabbed his hand and sat him back down.

I took a deep breathe, and knew that this sentence would hurt so badly.  To say and to physically speak it.  

"Rebekah used to beat me when dad went to jail; she thought it was my fault." I said, my voice strained, scratchy, and hoarse.  That hurt.

As soon as I finished, I stood up and pulled my shirt up to show her the scars.  All she did was nod and walk with solemness up the stairs to her bedroom, and as the lock clicked, I collapsed in a heap of defeat.

Norman helped me to the couch and laid me down.  I felt hot, sick and dizzy.  he brought a wet rag from the kitchen and pressed it on my forehead, smiling weakly.  I would give him a small grin back to show him that I wasn't so weak that I coudn't smile, but not many.  He brushed his hand around my face and I fell in and out of sleep.  One minute, he would be getting up to get something, and the next, he would be halfway through an episode of Dexter.

"You feelin' okay?" He asked me when I finally sat up.

"Yeah.  I'm sorry.  I don't know what came over me." I answered painfully, forgetting about my throat injury.

Norman smiled.  "All the events that recently prob'ly just got to you." 

I shrugged, my shoulders aching.  My hand reached up to my necklace that Norman got me and my finger traced the letters one by one.  Never 

Norman paused his show and looked over at me.  "You need anything to eat?" He asked.

I nodded, feeling bad that he had to cook me things in my home.  

Norman nodded and got up to fix me something to eat.  When it was done, he brought me a bowl of soup and a plate of chicken.  I thanked him and he smiled as he sat back down.

"I should probably go check on Sean.  Se how he's doin'." Norman said, cutting the silence.

I smiled, sipping at my soup.  It felt good running down my throat.  It warmed me up.

"I'll be back soon." He told me, getting up and setting his bowl down on the coffee table.  He walked over and cradled my cheeks in his hand, giving me a quick kiss on my head.  He then turned and walked out the door.

I smiled and took the remote control from his side of the couch.  It was Sunday and I wanted to watch the new episode of The Walking Dead.

It began with two Walkers snarling from behind a fence, and then Rick came into focus from a side view.  

"It's the only way." Rick said.  "No one else knows." 

It's then a shot of Daryl, Rick and Hershel outside at the prison.

"You gonna tell 'em?" Daryl says.

I smile.  Ever since now, I saw Daryl as the most coolest character on The Walking dead, but now all I can see is him being my boyfriend.

It was episode 315, and after Rick and Merle talked about sending Michonne to the Governor, the theme song played.  I so badly wanted to hum along, but my throat was killing me.

I coughed a little, about ready to get up and grab a pain-killer when I heard a voice.

"You need some medicine?" My Aunt asked, making me jump.

I turned to see her leaning against the door-frame.  I smiled at the sight of her and got up to see her.

"I'm sorry about waking away.  It was big news and I didn't want to freak you out by. . . Freaking out." She explained. I nodded and we walked into the kitchen.

"So, you heard about Georgia?" She asked.  "Heavy stuff.  They just broadcast a news program that showed some crazy lunatics running through the town." She said, chuckling as she got a glass of orange juice and an Advil from the drawer.  She handed them to me and I gulped them down.

Weird.  I thought, turning back to the television.

I sat there at the kitchen table with Auntie Beth until I found myself wiping a tear away after Merle died and turned.  That director has a way of making the show so perfect that it's impossible to not feel the characters.

"Weird stuff." My Aunt commented on the show.  "Where'd Norman go?" She asked, handing me a paper and pen.

He went to the hospital to check on Sean.  I wrote, sliding the paper back.  She smiled.

I sure hope he's okay.  What happened?  She wrote back, knowing she could've just said something.

It was mom.  It just grazed the side of his head, but there was a lot of blood.  I said.

"That mother of yours." My Aunt complained. "She deserves every second she has to spend in those nasty cells." She said, her mouth in a large, arched frown.  I laughed and then thought of what she would be doing right now.  Maybe going crazy.  Or not. 

"I'm back!" Norman called from the front door, his footsteps sounding fast.  The reason why, was because Sean was with him.  They weren't fast, there were just two sets.

"SEAN!" I felt like screaming.  But I couldn't.  So I just rushed to the door and jumped into him, embracing him in a hug.

I felt so bad for him.  He didn't deserve this.  It was my mother.  She's the rudest son of a gun I've ever heard of.

"Alright, alright, I know you're happy to see me!" He laughed, sounding a bit slow.  

I backed away and fixed my clothes.  Sean had a big, white bandage on the side of his head and he looked pale and dizzy.  

"Let's sit." Norman suggested, escorting his friend to the couch.

It was time for him to go to bed, and I was feeling pretty tired myself.  I started to pull at Norman's wrist so we could go upstairs and sleep, but he stopped me.

"Wait!  I have one more surprise!" He said, grabbing my hand and pulling me outside.  "Close your eyes." He ordered.  I laughed and shut them, tripping over air.  

"Alright, open!" Norman said as we got outside.

I opened up my eyes and there in my driveway, was my motorcycle with a little black bow tied around the middle of the handlebars.  

(A/N: Not really a cliff hanger, but it's a good ending.  Thanks for reading, and I'll update 33 when I get the chance!  Thanks guys!) -Writingslayer