The Subject - a Norman Reedus story

Chapter 23

The Subject

Chapter 23

Two weeks later

Alex

We are all packed up and ready to go, Norman arranged for our things to be moved to his house in Georgia, I was doing a final check making sure I had everything. Norman offered for me to fly down tomorrow but I didn't want to be alone tonight and I liked the idea of seeing some of the country I haven't seen before. We left the apartment and headed to the basement, got into Norman's Porsche I miss these cars I should've made Norman take more drives, dad has one of these and I used to love driving it.

"Nice babe. Can you let me drive it promise I won't crash it."

"You wanna drive my other baby? I don't know what do I get if I let you?"

"Well anything you want if we stop. But if you let me drive I can share it and we can get to your home.."

"Our home babe."

"Okay our home."

"Okay we can share the driving I'll get us out of New York and then you can drive."

I agreed and let him drive for a few hours as I wrote or tried to finding it hard to concentrate over the music that Norman is playing.

"Do you mind either turning that down or even better off, I can't hear myself think I'm trying to work here."

"How can you write and drive at the same time? I can barely do more than one thing at a time."

"Well I'm used to it I write wherever I can, I've done it waiting in lines at conventions, airports and as you can see riding in a car. Your music is weird."

"Marilyn Manson's am awesome musician you'll meet him when he is playing, he will probably stay with us."

"Seriously? Well okay then."

"Why he's a nice guy."

"Well he's a little weird. But if you think he is fine then okay. Do you have any normal friends?"

"My friends are normal, they are normal to me."

"Well I'm sure I'll figure that out, if they are suitable to be around our baby."

"They are fine. You know what you're very judgmental about people you don't even know. I've known people like Marilyn for about ten years or more, so I think I know them better than someone who doesn't know them."

"Well if I get any funky feelings about them like I do with that photographer friend Patrick he isn't to he around my child he worries me those pictures he takes they aren't right if you took them I'd be very worried if this baby is a girl."

"Seriously you are really rude."

"No I'm not, but my weird vibes went off on him, but as per usual you didn't notice. He's photos are nothing but porn, verging on kiddie porn and that's a man I'd never want around me or my child. Better hope you didn't want him to be a godfather because you can throw that idea out the window."

"But then your parents are Pilar's of society, seeming your dad tried marrying you off."

"Well yeah that is right but at least I wouldn't have to worry about him being around my child."

"You are crazy you know that?"

"Ok I'm not but I want to protect my child as much as possible. It's bad enough that it more than will likely will be in the spotlight. I want to keep it safe."

"You know you need to trust people. Not everyone is a sick bastard and considering I've known him for twenty years, my opinion is right and you are projecting your fears onto him and he's a good guy."