Trapped

Chapter Five: Reunited

A lot has happened since Nestor arrived in this strange town a few weeks ago. He has given up any hope he had of going home. He and Freddie discuss things a lot. Whenever Nestor isn't working or with Norma, he is visiting Freddie who is having fun playing Norman. He likes letting his psychotic side out. The idea of the usually nerdy and quirky kid having a psychotic side makes Nestor laugh.
The front door opens and softly closes but there are no footsteps heard.
"Norma?" Nestor calls out, walking out of the kitchen to the doorway. Norma stands by the door, looking sad.
"Wha... what happened?" he asks softly.
"I went to see Norman." she says, staring at the floor. Nestor walks toward her slowly.
"I'm sorry."
"I begged him for forgiveness. He told me he had no feelings for me. It was like he was a different person. He's never been like this, ever." Nestor places his hands on her arms, trying to comfort her in any way.
"He's an 18-year-old kid. He's mad right now, okay? He's gonna get over it. You did the right thing." he says, trying to remain positive. Tears form in her eyes and she takes a deep breath, resting her head on his chest. Nestor wraps his arms around her.
"It's s... so scary. All of it." She sniffles and he can feel her tears dampening his shirt. They stay there for a moment, taking comfort in each other.
"And not just how he feels about me. If he says things... Things that he needs to say, I could lose him forever."
"No, you... you're doing the right thing." he says softly. After another moment of silence, she slowly lifts her head from his shoulder, her nose running along his cheek toward his mouth. His eyes slip shut as he lets her take control. He can feel her breath against his lips and his heart races. And then, his lips meet hers with a jolt of electricity. The kiss starts off soft, but quickly becomes heated. He can taste her in his mouth and he wanted more. But he couldn't. He couldn't do that to Vera. She would be totally freaked out if she knew he had seen her naked and touched her in those ways.
"I don... I don't think we should do this yet." he says, pulling away.
"I want to do it." she whispers, going in for another kiss. He turns his face and pulls away, looking at her.
"No, don't... Don't play with me, okay?" he asks, wanting her to back down because he no longer has the strength to reject her. He wants her. He wants her touch, he wants her love, he wants her the way rain wants to fall. He needs her the way flowers need the sun to bloom. He wants her in the bluntest way. But he knows it would be wrong to have her.
"I'm not. I'm not." she whispers against his lips.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks.
"I'm sure I want to do this right now." she whispers, her hand reaching up to grab his face and pull him back to her.
He can't push her away any more. Whatever happens will happen. It needs to happen. He allows her to kiss him again, this time deepening the kiss much quicker. His fingers tangle themselves in her hair as her tongue explores his mouth.
This is Norma. Not Vera.
He repeats this chant in his head to make himself feel better. To make himself feel less guilty as he picks her up and carries her up the stairs to make love to her. He gently sets her down on the bed and stares at her, not sure if he is ready to do this. He has always dreamed of doing this but he wanted it to be done the right way. With Vera's consent. Before he can stop her, she unbuttons her dress and lets it slip to the ground. She walks over to him and removes his shirt and begins to work on his belt. He closes his eyes and holds her arms, focusing on her.
She stops moving and Nestor opens his eyes, looking at her with confusion. She is looking around the room like she is lost. She then looks at him, her eyes trailing down his body and then at her own body.
"Where..." she trails off, turning away from him to look around. He touches her arm gently and she jumps, finally looking at him again.
"Nestor?" she asks. Tears form in her eyes and she jumps on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. She buries her face in his neck and cries. He rubs one hand on her back while the other holds her up by her butt.
"Vera?" he asks.
"You're alive." she sobs out. He hugs her tighter, placing a kiss on her bare shoulder.
She pulls away, placing her hands on his cheeks and rubbing her thumbs on his skin. His thumbs move up, lightly touching his eyelashes, making him blink.
"You're alive. You're alive." she whispers with a smile. She kisses his cheek and hugs him again.
"Are you alright?" she asks against the skin of his neck.
"Yeah. There's a lot to explain." he says.
"Yeah. Like why the hell are we half naked?" she asks with a laugh as she pulls away from him again.
"Is Freddie here?" she asks.
"Yeah. Do you want to go see him?" Nestor asks. She nods and unwraps her legs from his waist. She walks to the door and Nestor watches her with a smile as her hips sway.
"Vera?" he asks. She turns around and looks at him.
"You want your dress?" he asks, holding it up. She blushes and grabs it, pulling it on and buttoning it up. He grabs his shirt but she takes it from him.
"Wha-"
"You don't need it." she says, walking away with it. He chuckles and follows after her, running down the stairs to get in front of her. He blocks her way and holds his hand out for the shirt.
"What're you gonna do? I'm not afraid of you, Carbs." she says smugly.
"You're not?" he asks with one eyebrow raised.
"No. Why would I be afraid of a man who wears mascara?" she asks with a serious tone.
"Oh now you're in for it." Nestor says, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her over his shoulder. She squeals and drops the shirt, grabbing onto his muscular back.
"Thank you." he says, setting her down and grabbing his shirt. He pulls it over his head and down his stomach.
"Fine. But only because we are going out. Why didn't you ever tell me you were so sculpted?" she asks as they walk out the door. He laughs and nudges her playfully.
"Good to have you back Vera." he says.
"I've missed you." Vera says honestly, glancing up at him.
"I'm sorry." he whispers, grabbing her hand. She tightens her grip on his hand, still not believing he is really here. She looks around at the house and the motel down the stairs.
"The motel?" she asks.
"Long story. I'll tell you on the way to Pineview." he says, opening the car door for her.
"What's Pineview?" she asks.
"A mental institution."