"I know, I know. I am proud that both are keeping with Bates tradition, but turning on each other will not do."
'What do you have planned?'
"I don't know yet," Norma whispered as she watched Clarice and Norman bicker about the last piece of Annie's cake.
Norma wasn't as oblivious as her children thought she was. She had seen the fight in the living room. Had seen how Clarice attacked her sweet little Norman. How Norman had turned around with fire in his eyes and fought back, which resulting in his sisters ass being beat. She knew Clarice was pissed and hated her little brother, but Norma didn't care about that. She would of done away with Clarice right then and there for trying to hurt her little angel, had she not needed her in the future.
"She is almost as evil as me, I can't fix her when she's not broken," Norma had told Norma Jean that night before bed.
'No, we need her. The plan needs all of them.' Norma Jean replied.
She went to bed that night thinking how she could bring her children together. To work together fixing people instead of against. They didn't need fixing, they were perfect, especially her little Norman. They just needed to see that. She laid there for awhile thinking in the dark when she heard foot steps on the stairs. She closed one eye and peeked out of the other to see Norman come to stand at the end of her bed. He looked at Charles and then her for a little while and then turned and snuck back out.
'What is he up to?' Norma Jean asked.
"I don't know,"
Norma got out of bed as quietly as she could and followed her son. She saw him head down the stairs to his sisters room and peeked through the top of the stairs to watch. She saw what Norman did and her heart lit with glee. Her son was amazing! He reminded her of her father and her love for him grew more. She would do anything for Norman, even if she had to get rid of Clarice or any of the other children to keep him safe.
The next day she let Norman threaten Clarice, she needed to know who was boss anyways, and then confronted her outside on her way to school.
"Don't ever touch him again," she said a she stood against the tree near the front door.
"What?" Clarice jumped.
"You heard me. If you ever touch him again, I will kill you."
Norma walked into the house leaving Clarice with her mouth open.
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Clarice was pissed. Her mother didn't love her as much as she loved that psycho Norman! 'How dare she threaten me!' Clarice thought. She didn't know what to think or feel and had skipped school because of it. She needed to blow off steam, she wanted to kill someone herself. 'Let her see who has more balls!'
Clarice was thinking of how she could turn her situation around for her benefit when she saw a lady walk by.
"What the fuck are you wearing?!" she screamed from across the street.
The lady either ignored her or didn't hear her, either way it pissed off Clarice even more. Clarice stood up and ran up to the lady.
"Did you not hear me?!" she screamed at her.
"Who are you talking too?" asked the woman confused.
"You, you fucking moron! Who the fuck picked out your outfit, the fucking retard fairy?"
"Well I... why are you being so mean?"
"Mean? You call that mean? I'll show you mean!"
"Is that mean?" she asked laughing. "How about this?"
She then slapped her again, this time on the other cheek. The woman started crying and slid across the car to try and get away from Clarice.
"Why are you doing this? What did I do to you?" she asked tears streaming down her face.
"You live, that is enough for me to hate you," Clarice whispered with venom.
The woman saw an opening and ran as fast as she could away from Clarice. Clarice started to follow, to finish what she started, but then she stopped. She needed to save her anger, save her venom for someone that deserved it, not some meaningless lowlife.
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"What the hell!?" Norma said as she felt the family tingle in her stomach. She had been a week late for her monthly and had a feeling she knew why. "I'll kill him. I do not want another child!"
She headed to the twenty-four hour drug store to pick up the test. 'It had better be negative,' Norma Jean spit out.
Norma ignored her and bought the test then headed back home. Charles was working nights that week so he was asleep already when she got home.
"Good, I don't want him to know," she said. It was only 6am and the kids would be getting up soon for school. "We need to hurry and then get rid of this stupid test."
Pee'ing seemed to take forever, and the wait for the result was killing her. She looked at her watch and as soon as three minutes hit she grabbed the test. Postitive.
"FUCK!" she screamed, then covered her mouth.
She was not happy, not happy at all. Who the fuck does he think he is spilling his disgusting seed into her! She did not agree to this and she was tired of all these men doing what they wanted. Grabbing the test she headed back downstairs. She saw Norman was still sleeping and shut his door. He didn't need to hear this. Or maybe he did. Maybe he needed a lesson on where a man stands with a woman. Maybe he did need to know that it was not his right to make the decisions that were a woman's to make alone! How fucking dare Charles.
She grabbed it out and gripped her had around it as she looked at the shiny metal. She could see her reflection in the blade and smiled. 'Oh please let me do this one!' Norma Jean begged. 'Let's do this one together,' Norma said as she turned around and headed back to her room.
She could hear Charles snores through the closed door. 'He's a piece of shit, all men are.' Norma Jean said.
"Not all men Norma Jean. Daddy wasn't, nor is Norman. We just have to fix the ones that are not like them. They all need to be fixed. They all need to pay for being disgusting dirty dogs! Dirty dogs, dirty dogs!" Norma started to chant. "Dirty dogs, dirty dogs, all of them are dirty dogs! They need to be cleaned! They need to be washed of their dirtiness!"
Norma walked to the side of her bed and watched her husband sleep. Should she? 'Do it!' Norma Jean screamed.
She contemplated where to start. 'You have to fix the problem!' Norma Jean said. And Norma knew she was right. Men were dirty and dirty things needed to be cleaned! Norma needed to clean this disgusting filth in her bed! She lifted the covers and rubbed his penis till it was hard. 'Oh yes! Slice the little fucker off!' Norma Jean laughed.
Norma laughed too as she took her hand as caressed it again, then took the knife and slit into it. Again and again she sliced.
Charles woke up screaming. Ear piercing screams that rattled through the whole house.
"Shut up you fucking idiot! You spilled your seed inside of me and now you have to pay! You filthy piece of shit!" Norma said as she sliced one more time pull his dick off the rest of the way.
She threw on the floor then and stomped on it with her heal. She heard a squishy sound as blood spattered. 'Oh that was satisfying,' Norma Jean said as Norma started to walk away.
"Why?!" Charles cried as he got out of bed clutching his groin where his penis used to be.
Norma looked back as Charles looked at his hand filled with blood. "Why Norma, why?" he asked again.
"You did not have my permission to impregnate me you bastard. You will never make that mistake again." Norma said as she turned around and watch her husband fall to the ground.
The blood loss was too much as she knew it would be. 'Another one fixed,' Norma Jean said with content.
"Another one fixed," Norma replied, a smile spreading across her face.
