Trapped

Chapter Ten: Intruders and Intrusions

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"Nestor?" she calls out into the dark house. He appears out of his room, looking tired.
"What is it?" he asks, his voice deep with sleep.
"I...I thought I heard something. Outside my window." she says, shifting her weight between her feet with nervousness. Nestor walks back into his room and Vera blushes.
Of course she shouldn't have woken him for such a stupid reason, she thought to herself as she bites one of her nails. She will just have to go out and look for herself.
Her decision made, she quietly but quickly walks down the steps and unlocks the front door, walking into the cold air. Looking both ways, she cannot see anyone.
And then a rustling of leaves is heard on the side of the house where her room is. She quietly walks down the steps and then turns to walk into the grass, toward her window. The front door opens again, making her jump.
"Vera, get back inside. What're you doing?" Nestor asks with a baseball bat in his hand.
"I-"
"Why did you come down here by yourself? I'm going to take care of it." he says, pulling her back inside.
"You went into your room to grab a baseball bat?" she asks, feeling comforted by the fact that he was going to help her all along.
"Of course. That's why you woke me, right? To check on whoever is outside?" he asks. She smiles.
That's one of the things she loves about Nestor. He came when she called. He did anything for her, no questions asked. He must be a really good husband, she thought to herself, her body filling with jealousy.
She watches as he walks outside, gripping his bat tightly. As he rounds the corner, he can't help but feel his heart pound in his chest as he anticipates who might be near the house.
He sighs with relief as he sees Freddie, kneeling down on the ground, collecting rocks. Freddie stands up and steps back, gazing up at Vera's window. He chucks a rock up there, making a quiet tink on the glass. A waits a little and throws another, as if this is some old romantic movie and the boy is trying to sneak his girlfriend out without waking her parents.
"Hey, Freddie?" Nestor calls out, making Freddie drop his rocks and turn to Nestor.
"What're you doing here?" Freddie asks.
"I..I mean I don't have work for another hour." Nestor says with a shrug.
"No, what're you doing here with my mother?" he asks. Nestor's heart drops when he notices the american accent and the fact that he called Vera his mother. This isn't Freddie anymore.
"Hey, kid, why don't we go inside and talk to your mom. Alright?" Nestor asks.
"No. Why don't I go inside and you stay the hell away from her. She doesn't love you so stop trying to make her." Norman says, storming past him to the house. Nestor runs after him, passing him and sprinting into the house.
"Nes, wha-"
"It's Norman." Nestor says, pushing her as far away from the door as possible.
"You mean, Freddie?"
"No-"
"Mother!" Norman shouts, storming into the house. Vera pushes away from Nestor, walking to Norman who is crying. She quickly pulls him into a hug, stroking his hair as he cries into her neck, soaking her dress.
"Mother why is the sheriff here?" he asks, pulling away.
"Norman, honey. He was just visiting. What are you doing home?" she asks, wiping away his tears. Alex feels jealousy rise up as he watches the intimate action.
"I can't do it anymore, mother. I want to come home. Please let me stay. Please." he sobs.
"Alright. Only for a couple nights. But Norman, you'll have to go back. You need help." she says. He nods.
"Okay. Go upstairs. I'm gonna go check Alex into one of the motel rooms." Vera says. Norman nods, running up the stairs. Nestor takes Vera's hand, leading her outside and down to the motel. He doesn't speak, still upset that she let Norman in.
"What was I supposed to do, Nestor? He is scared." she whispers, sensing his mood.
"He is dangerous, V." Nestor says as they walk into the office. He grabs the key for room one, his hand still holding Vera's tightly.
"I know." she says quietly. They arrive at Nestor's room and Vera hesitates in the doorway, not sure whether to go inside or run.
"I'm going to come up there first thing tomorrow morning. If anything happens, call me." Nestor says, placing his hands on her waist. She nods, not trusting her voice. She can barely think while his scent consumes her.
"Goodnight, Vera." he says, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. He pulls back only slightly, his eyes looking into hers and then down at her lips.
She takes the initiative this time, pressing her lips firmly against his. Her hands tangle themselves in his hair while he pulls her body closer to his, pushing her against the still open door.
"Stay." he whispers against her lips. She moans as he tongue dances with hers, his taste filling her mouth.
"I can't." she whispers back. He makes a sort of growl as he pushes himself closer to her, his hands running down her back to her butt, squeezing it. She lets out a low moan as he pulls her legs apart and lifts her up, her legs instinctively encircling his waist.
"Stop." she whispers against his lips, her actions saying different things than her words.
"Please, stop." she says, this time, pulling away from him. He drops her to her feet and steps back, both of them still breathing heavily.
"I'm sorry." he says, blushing at his actions. How could he have been so careless? So inconsiderate of how she might feel. All he was thinking of was himself. He knows of her wishes to remain a virgin until marriage.
"I'll see you in the morning." she says, turning to the door. She hesitates in the doorway before turning around and grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling him in for one last peck on the lips before leaving for good.
He falls back onto his bed, running an aggravated hand through his hair. His pants still tight, he sits up and makes his way to the bathroom to take a long hot shower.