Trapped

Chapter Eleven: The End is Only the Beginning

Her mind is reeling as she washes the soap from her face. The events that took place in the hotel room play back through her mind, even going so far as to conjure up what would have happened if she stayed like he asked. But she didn't let those thoughts linger in her mind before wiping them away. She can't let herself get carried away.
She walks to the window, glancing down at the motel. She can see the outline of him in the shower and becomes annoyed with herself as heat pools between her legs. She huffs with frustration and turns out the light in her room and getting into bed. Her eyes close and she forces herself to think of everything but him. However, her dreams seem to enjoy torturing her as they focus on him and only him.
"Stay." he whispers against her lips. He pushes her down onto the bed, straddling her with his hands on either side of her head. She follows his exposed skin with her eyes, down his chest, until she hits the band of his boxers. He seems to read her mind and he grabs her hand and places it on the fabric of his underwear.
"Nes-"
"Shh." he whispers, placing a kiss on her neck. She smiles at the pleasure of his lips on her skin and without thinking about it, pushes the fabric down his legs and onto the floor.
Her hands grab onto the muscles of his back which are flexing as he holds himself above her. He pulls away and she stares into his dark eyes, wanting nothing more than to touch him and be touched by him.
"Tell me what you want." he whispers. She bites her lip, feeling him at her entrance. Her eyes roll back in her head as he teases her.
"You." she manages to choke out.
"Tell me." he says, smirking.
"Touch me, Nestor." she whispers. And with that, she gets her way as he plunges into her, making her gasp. Her breathing becomes labored as her nails claw at his back, making him moan into her ear. Her heart pounds in her chest rapidly as her lungs burn from lack of air. It seems as though she can't get enough of it and it is hurting her.
"Wait, Nestor. Something is wrong." she whispers. He seems to ignore her words as he continues with his movements.
"Nestor," she breathes out. And then, she no longer has enough breath to say his name or ask him to stop. Her vision darkens and the sounds of Nestor's moans begin to fade like they are coming through a tunnel. But one thing he shouts seems to resonate clear.
"Norma?"

He can't seem to fall asleep. Something about the air, the way it is too still for his liking. Something is off and he can feel it. Like a sixth sense. With a sigh, he makes his way out of his motel room and to the stairs in front of Vera's house. He stares up at her bedroom window, her sheer curtains letting him see into her room with ease.
The light is off and Vera is presumably asleep. Nevertheless, he makes his way toward the house anyways. He opens the door with his key and walks inside, looking around the dark house. There is a strange smell. It is faint but it's there. What it is though, he can't quite put his finger on it. Slowly, he walks up the stairs, the house all too quiet for his liking.
"Norma?" he calls out, knowing Norman might be able to hear. He passes Norman's room, only to find his bed empty. This made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight. He rushes to Vera's room, swinging the door open to find Vera and Norman in the same bed, the strange smell overpowering in this room.
Now he recognizes the smell.
It's carbon monoxide.
He rushes toward Vera, shaking her body.
"Vera. Vera wake up." he pleads, getting no response. He feels his head begin to pound with the lack of air. He grabs a chair and chucks it at the window, breaking it open. Sticking his head out, he takes a deep breath before running back inside to carry Vera out into the hallway. He rushes back in to grab Norman as well.
"Vera wake up. Come on baby, don't leave me. Wake up. Come on baby, please." he whispers, begins chest compression on her. Her lifeless body moves with every compression but nothing else happens. She is gone and he knows it.
"Please, please. I love you. Please, baby. Don't leave me. I love you." he whispers against her cheek, holding her cold body to his.
Unbeknownst to him, Vera can hear him. She can hear everything he is saying but she cannot move or speak. She feels herself fading away into the darkness and tries to fight against the pull. She uses Nestor's lovely words as leverage but they're not enough. And slowly, she slips away.

Only to come right back. Her senses come alive again and the sounds around her begin to come back.
"Charge paddles to 250. Clear!"
A joy of electricity shoots through her, bringing her all the more back to life. Her eyes flutter open as she begins to gasp for breath, her lungs burning with every cough.
"Vitals are stable. Nice work everyone." the man in the white lab coat says as people begin to file out of her room.
Her eyes look around curiously. She doesn't remember how she got here or when. She doesn't even remember what happened after she went to bed last night.
"Do you know where you are?" the doctor asks, shining his light in her eyes.
"Uh..." she mumbles, her voice raspy from the lack of use.
"Hospital?" she asks. He chuckles, stepping away.
"Yes. Do you know what state?" he asks. She shakes her head.
"Do you know your name?" he asks. She isn't sure where she is, so she isn't sure who she is supposed to be right now.
"Uh...Vera?" she asks. The doctor smiles and nods.
"Vera Ann Farmiga." she says more confidently. "Am I in California?" she asks.
"Yes. You have some visitors. Do you feel up for seeing them?" he asks. She nods, wanting to see nothing more than a familiar face. One familiar face in particular.
She gazes down at her left hand, particularly at her ring finger where a beautiful diamond once sat, marking that she belonged to Nestor. Or rather Alex. Now her finger lies naked and cold on her hospital bed.
Questions begin to surface her mind. Did she really go to the world of Bates Motel? Or was that a dream. Maybe Nestor will walk in, still happily married and feeling nothing more than friendship toward her. It all seems so real though. His touches, his kisses, his breath on her skin.
Before she can think anymore, the door opens and Freddie walks in. Tears form in her eyes and she smiles.
"Come here." she whispers, holding her arms out. He rushes to her and hugs her, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"I've missed you so." he says in his british accent. She giggles, breathing in his scent.
"Where's Nestor?" she asks, pulling away. Freddie looks confused. He looks around the empty room before leaning toward her.
"He's still there." he whispers.
"Where?" Vera asks.
"White Pine Bay." he whispers.
"So it wasn't a dream?" she asks. He shakes his head no.
"What happened after I left?" Freddie asks. Vera blushes as the memories rush back to her. Nestor pushing her against the door, his mouth on her skin, her legs wrapped around his waist, feeling his hardness against her.
"Nothing, really." she mumbles, the beeping on her heart monitor increasing in speed. Freddie glances up at the monitor and raising his eyebrow at her.
"Norman came home. He said he didn't want to stay at Pineview." she says, trying to cover up her embarrassment.
"Did you let him leave?" he asks.
"Well...yeah. You know, I mean what was I supposed to do?"
"Vera he is dangerous. I could feel it when I was in his body. The darkness lurking in the back of my mind." Freddie says, becoming frightened.
"I know." Vera says sadly.
"So how did you get here?" he asks. "What made you leave?"
"I'm not sure. What made you leave?"
"When I went to the strip club, one of the guards punched me in the face and knocked me out. When I woke up, I was here." Freddie says with a shrug.
"Strip club?" she asks.
"Long story." he says nonchalantly.
"Nestor's wife has been visiting. She wants to see you." Freddie says, standing up.
"Oh, I don't think that's such a good idea-"
"Hey, Shannon. Vera's awake." Freddie calls out into the hallway. The blonde woman walks inside, a bouquet of flowers in her hands.
"Vera, it's so good to see you." she says, setting the flowers down and hugging her. Vera is consumed with guilt as she forces herself to hug the woman back.
"It's so comforting to know that you all are coming back from whatever this was." she says, pulling away.
"I picked you some flowers from my garden." she says, gesturing to the beautiful flowers.
Vera can't help but feel jealous. This woman is the epitome of perfection. Beautiful, smart, artistic. She even has the perfect husband.
Vera on the other hand has had the worst luck with men. She always seems to attract the wrong ones. She isn't the gardening type. She can barely keep her tomato plant alive for more than a week.
"Thank you." is all Vera can think of to say. Shannon smiles and then an uncomfortable silence settles over them.
"Well I'll let you rest. I'm glad you're okay, Vera." she says, heading toward the door.
"Thank you." Vera says again, her mind racing. She can't believe Nestor's wife was in her room and all she could think of was the feeling of his hands on her own body.
She misses him. And right now, she isn't sure how much longer she can go without him. Her body is already aching for him and it hasn't even been a full day.