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

Chapter 39

The next day seemed to slug by, and the reason was because of Norman.  He kept throwing me selfish glares or rude stares.  I couldn't really do anything without catching a glimpse of his scowls directed at me about Sean.  And for Sean, well, I have no idea.  I saw Norman trying to pull him aside but I'd quickly call Sean to help me.  I was just scared Norman might do something to him.

As for Sean, I think he's still clueless.  I hoped it stayed that way.

My Aunt seemed to sense the uncomfortable tension between me and the boys, and she cut me off from them when Norman was out getting gas and Sean was outside the door smoking a cigarette.

"What's going on?" She asked, eager to fix the conflict.

I sighed through the beginning of my sentence, "Look Beth, it's nothing.  Something came up and me and Norman are trying to figure it out."

Just then, at the worst time possible, Norman came back and started filling the bus's tank.  He looked over at me and my Aunt talking, but mostly locked his frown at me.  My Aunts eye's shifted from me to Norman and she placed her hand on her hip.  

Norman set the red jug down before he was done, figuring this was a private conversation, and walked right past us inside the bus.

" "It's nothing" Huh?" My Aunt brought up what I said.

I took a deep breathe.  "I'll figure it out, Beth." 

I took the chance to walk away and step up into the bus.

"What the h*ll was that?" Norman pelted me with a fierce question as soon as I appeared.  He was sitting in his little corner and had his arms resting on his knees.

I scoffed, "Really?  You couldn't have chosen a worse time to shoot me one of your little glares." I imitated his scowls he kept looking at me with.

Norman chuckled sarcastically. "You know, I think you and your Auntie should talk about me a bit more discreetly next time." 

And with that, Norman got up, walked toward me, stopped at my shoulder to stare at me like he had won, and walked out.

I stood there, helpless on chasing him down and telling him to apologize, and oblivious to the small heard of Walkers approaching the bus.   I had to hear the sounds of Sean yelling to break out of my thoughts and habitually pull out a dagger.

I jumped down the steps and out the bus doors, grabbing my Aunts arm and pulling her inside.  I had to throw the dagger into one of the Walker's eyes, and kicking one away, just to get her from where she was to into the bus.

"Stay." I instructed, sitting her down and running back out to get Sean and Norman.

Sean was drunk.  That's all I have to say.  He must've found some liquor in the car shop and not told me, or even had some on him, but either way, he was drunk.  I swiftly ran over and literally dragged him to the bus, taking out one Walker that snuck up on me.

Beth saw me struggling and helped me pull Sean's limp and useless body onto the bus.

"Where's Norman?!" She yelled, seeing as about a dozen Walkers smashed up against the bus window.

I began to panic.  Norman was out there alone, no crossbow, and no one to help him if he were to run into trouble.

"I have no idea!" I wined anxiously.

I quickly pulled out my larger knife, walked down to the last step and did my best to peer past the snarling Walkers.  I couldn't see very well, given that most of the Walker's arms were raised and smearing blood across the window.  But, with the luckiest it of luck I had, I spotted Norman climbing a nearby tree to escape a couple walkers.