Norma Jean

Chapter 1



Norma



“Norma Jean!” my mom screeches from the hallway outside my room. I have to admit I was asleep in the middle of the afternoon. I’m laying on my stomach with my hand next to my mouth which is now covered in drool. Yeah that’s not nasty at all.

“I know!” I screech back. I have to be at my babysitting job in like 30 minutes. Which leaves hardly any time to take a shower. Luckily I washed my hair last night when I got home.

My bedroom is fairly small considering we live in a single wide trailer. It has this ugly blue print wallpaper that I have covered up with pictures of reptiles and bands. There’s one window on the right wall which also happens to be the end of the trailer. My bed sits right underneath it and I sneak a peek outside to get a feel for the weather. The sun is starting to go down but the glass is still cold to the touch which means spring hasn’t made its appearance yet.

There is a small TV sitting at the end of my bed which is on and muted. Rydstorm my albino ball python likes to stay up all night watching TV. His vivarium sits across from the bed and his white and yellow body is currently shoved into his hidey hole. It’s only a small piece that looks like a rock on the outside.

I climb out of bed and take the few steps till I’m right in front of it. He sticks his head out a little and flicks his forked tongue out at me. “Yeah, I love you too buddy.” I kiss the glass before heading to the dresser next to my door, pulling out a Sliverstein shirt and black jeans.

My bathroom is tiny with the small hideous wallpaper, in fact it’s all over the damn house. I shimmy out of my pjs before turning on the water for my shower. I pull my long black hair up on top of my head and check the water. After deciding that it isn’t too cold I climb in.

After I’m done with that I towel off and throw on my clothes before stepping in front of the mirror. I don’t even look at my face while putting on my makeup. I go heavy on the eyeliner as usual and then I brush my teeth. Yeah I realize that I do things weird, but that’s me. I’m a total freak. Honestly I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Have you seen my car keys?” I ask my mom who is sitting at her computer desk in the living room probably feeding her addiction to Facebook.

“Did you check your car?” she replies without looking up. Her fingers flow over the keyboard like silk over skin.

I laugh to myself because I honestly didn’t think of looking in my car. “No. I can’t ever remember that if I left them in there.”

Her chestnut colored hair falls over her shoulder when she turns to look at me. I used to have the same color hair. It was long and flowing just like hers, until my appearance became my shield. Her violet colored eyes I still have though. That’s why Grammy named her Elizabeth Taylor. Well at least she got to be called Elizabeth Chambers all her life. Elizabeth is a common enough name. Norma Jean on the other hand is nowhere near common. The only other person I know who was named NJ was Marilyn Monroe which, just so happens, I’m named after.

I do believe it’s an honor to be named after one of the most beautiful women ever. It’s just I could never fill her shoes. I had terrible acne for most of my teens that left serious scars all over my face. Hence the reason I don’t look at my face. Ever. I hide it the best way I know how. My hair is dyed black with extensions of every color of the rainbow hanging about. I style it with bangs that reach my eyes. I like to pull it to the front so people generally look at the colors. I wear a hoop through the piercing in my nose and I also have a Marilyn Monroe. Which is the term for a piercing people get where Marilyn had a beauty mark. I, of course have to have corrective lenses which are huge and an ugly puke color. To top it all off is my ass kicker attitude. Believe me, I know how that sounds but the people I know are a*sholes. You have to be mean and snobbish to get people to leave you alone around here.

“You’d lose those things if they were in your hands. I don’t know how you could find anything else in this world but your keys.” she shakes her head at me and I smile. I love my mom. She didn’t bat an eyelash when I walked in looking like this a couple of years ago. While some might think that is bad parenting, she just wants me to be me. I had asked her once why she didn’t freak out she simply said “You are you, baby. I love you if you were made of mud. You can be whatever you want to be. Don’t let anyone ever tell you differently.”

“I can’t ever find my phone either. Not that I really use the thing.” I shrug my shoulders. I really do have an issue with losing my keys and my phone. Everything else I can find in 5 seconds flat. It’s a gift really.

I move over to the old grey couch in front of the TV to slip on my lime green converses. Moms best friend and co-worker Stacy has a 1 year old granddaughter that I watch on the weekends. It was really hard to take the job seeing as her son is the reason I’m a social outcast. He bullied me for years and now I have no self-esteem or social skills, well in the boy department anyway.

Chance mother f*cking Duncan is the most beautiful boy ever. Rich dark auburn hair that hangs down to his chin. Matching eyebrows that arch over the most amazing hazel eyes ever. Caramel hues mixed in with green swirls. If I didn’t feel such uncontrollable rage towards the guy I could fall into those eyes. Full masculine lips and sharp nose and cheeks make up the perfect face. Plus he is the all-state basketball champion or whatever. I have no clue about sports, I just know he plays the one with the bouncing orange ball.

I, of course being a girl with impressible emotions had the hugest crush on him. It was sad really the first day he tormented me. Not only was I extremely upset about my face, I was upset this guy I had allowed myself to feel for, was someone I shouldn’t have felt for.

Chance’s sister is a complete and total whore. It might sound harsh but she abandoned Macy, her daughter, who is the most beautiful girl in the world. She doesn’t even know who the father is. She had wanted an abortion but Stacy told her she would take the baby and raise it. Chance in an act of chivalry told her he would help. I guess he isn’t a complete bastard….well no, he is.

“Be good tonight!” I tell my mother as I head out the front door. I walk down the gravel driveway to my black two door cobalt. Which is parked next to mom’s corolla. We could never afford the payments on both cars so my dad decided to buy me a car. Thanks old man. I don’t see him much and he never really helped with anything to begin with. My parents were 16 when I was born. Dad was immature and honestly didn’t know how to handle me. Now he is a New York Times best-seller, which isn’t an excuse in my book. He is always busy with signings or writing. Whatever like I need him in my life or anything.

I spot my keys in the ignition and climb in. I pull out my pack of Camel Menthols and light one up. Turning the keys I crack my window and turn on the CD player. Spill Canvas flows out of the speakers and I sing along to the lyrics. “Yeah he’s a looker but I really think it’s guts that matter most. I displayed them for you strung out about from coast to coast…”

It’s about a 10 minute drive to the Duncan household. Stacy and Rick have been divorced for a couple of years now. He lives on the other side of town with his new half his age wife. I personally blame him for the ways of his children. Not only is the man a complete a*shole he flaunted his affairs around town for everyone to see. I did in fact see, so I can almost understand why Chance treated me the way he did, but that’s still not an excuse. He has no humanity in him anywhere. You just don’t say the things he has said to me and be a decent person.

I flick my cigarette out the window before pulling into the driveway of the two story brick house. I grab my pomegranate body spray out of the passenger seat and let the mist flow around my body before getting my messenger bag out of the backseat.

“Hello?” I call as I walk into the entry. Before me is a long hallway that has open doorways to the living room, dining room and kitchen. At the end is the stairs for the upstairs and a door for the laundry room. I walk to the living room entry way and peek inside. The cream carpet is covered with toys for Macy but there is no sign of anyone.

“In the kitchen!” Stacy yells. I laugh when I hear a crash. Must be peas tonight.

I walk into the modern kitchen and set my bag down on the white granite counter. “What’s up Macy?” I say to the little blonde haired blue eyed toddler. She gives me a big goofy grin and claps her hands.

“Thank god you are here! You are the only one who can get her to eat peas.” Stacy looks frantic, as if Macy doesn’t eat right now she might die.

She is sitting in a chair in front of Macy’s high chair and I walk over to take the baby food and spoon. “Go get out of here, I got this.” I wink and play airplane with the spoon to get Macy to eat it.

Stacy quickly grabs her purse off the counter and heads down the hall before turning back around. She rushes over to us and kisses us both on the cheek. “Love you pretty ladies! See you in the morning.” And she is out the door.

After I get Macy fed and bathed we settle in the living room to play. She is just learning to walk so it’s fun to lead her around with my finger. This baby laughs at everything. Funny faces, tickles, and she really loves when I make fun of Chance. I’m sure she has no idea what the hell I’m saying or doing but giggles none the less.

Around nine I settle her in bed with her sippy cup and pink teddy bear Chance got her when she was born. She will not go to sleep without it at night. I kiss her chubby baby cheek “Love you Mace, sleep good.” I smile to myself before I walk out of her room and go down the stairs.

I grab my bag out of the kitchen before heading into the living room and spreading my stuff out to get this week’s homework done. After a few hours I get really tired and lay back on the couch and fall asleep.



Chance



I’m trying to get into my house, but there are three front doors and I can’t decide which door to stick my key in. I finally try the middle one and the key slips into the lock. I open the door and stumble inside where I nearly knock over the end table mom set in the hallway.

“F*ck.” I say as I rub my hand down my face. I didn’t realize I would be coming home tonight or I wouldn’t have gotten this drunk. I usually stay with my best friend Creed on the weekends but he has a steady girlfriend now and I would rather not listen to them having sex.

Passing the living room I do a double take when I see a girl lying on the couch. My eyes must be playing tricks on me because there is no way that freak is in my living room. I take a few unsteady steps towards her and get a better look. Her long black hair is laid out around her head with those crazy ass colors and I can’t help but suck in a breath. She looks like the angel of death, a very beautiful angel of death.

Her ugly ass glasses are sitting on the coffee table next to a few text books, so I’m assuming she was doing homework before she fell asleep. I guess this is the reason mom didn’t want me around at all on the weekends. I remember the day my mom found out what I had been doing to Norma. You ain’t ever seen a tiny ass women hold a 15 year old boy down and spank his ass like she did. I couldn’t sit for a week.

I have to assume it’s the alcohol that makes her look so damn intriguing tonight. Or maybe it’s the fact I can actually see her face and she looks so f*cking sweet asleep like she is. Her skin isn’t as scarred as I would have thought, considering what she looked like before. There are only a few places and they aren’t even noticeable until you get right up to her face like I am.

Wait? What? How the hell did I end up this close to her? I don’t even remember moving. Then it doesn’t matter because I’m amazed at how gorgeous she is sleeping like this. I’m used to angry words and glares from her. The peaceful way she is breathing makes me feel things I don’t want to feel. We would never work together. She hates me and I hate myself for what I did to her.

I know you’re like, he called her a freak…well that’s how she comes off. With the crazy hair and baggy clothes. The obsession with reptiles and spiders. She screams freak even though I know she isn’t one.

I find myself wanting to taste her lips like I have never wanted to taste anyone else. Her heart shaped face and peach skin call to me. Her little button nose giving her a perky sweet quality, which I know she doesn’t possess. I want to run my fingers through her hair to see if it is as soft as it looks. I want things…its really freaking out my drunken brain.

I never want things. I blame my father. When I was 12 I found him f*cking my new step-mom in my parent’s bed. I can still see him completely naked thrusting into her. Her fake breasts bouncing up and down. I can still hear him groaning and her moaning. I felt so sick I went and threw up my lunch. Which makes it even worse considering he knew my sister and I were home. He didn’t even care to hide his affair from anyone, least of all his children. I’m still f*cked up over it. I’m just happy my mother didn’t see it. I wouldn’t wish the pain of it on anyone.

“What the f*ck are you doing?” comes her throaty voice. She talks like a lounge singer who smokes too many cigarettes. Before I can catch myself I lean into her neck and inhale her pomegranate smell. Sweet and tangy. If I wasn’t so drunk I wouldn’t even be this close to her, but then I wouldn’t notice the way her small breasts rise up and down with her labored breath. I’m doing that to her. I get a feeling of satisfaction. That’s when I kiss her neck lightly.

“I have no idea.” I tell her softly and truthfully. I have no idea what I am doing. She was here and looking so damn beautiful I couldn’t stop myself.

“Umm…maybe…you…yeah…” she sighs as I place more kisses up her neck. When I come to her ear lobe I gently pull it into my mouth and bite down gently. I flick it with my tongue and I hear her gasp. I let go and smile as I rub my nose along her cheek heading straight for those heart shaped lips. God she smells so good.

I look into her violet eyes and see the storm of pure lust, which matches my own. I can’t figure it out, why I feel like this. Maybe it’s because I have never had sex before and Gina had gotten me worked up at the party. She pulled me out onto the dance floor and ground her entire body into mine. It was so hot and sexy. She got too sick to go through with anything though. Not that I would have had sex with her, I refuse to go down that road unless I’m in love. I can’t do what my dad did. I can’t have mindless sex like that and hurt people around me.

I don’t think anymore as I press my lips against hers. They are soft and subtle, starting a fire in my body I can’t hope to put out. My dick comes to life fast like it has vengeance on its mind for my virginity. At first it is gentle but I can’t handle gentle, so I shove my tongue through her slightly parted lips and smash into her tongue. She pulls her hands through my hair pulling it slightly behind my head. I lift up from the floor never leaving her lips and climb on top of her. I hold myself up on one arm and run the other from her side, past her breast and through her long ass hair. God it is so soft.

I suck her tongue into my mouth and nibble gently as I lower myself down more fully on her. I take my hand out of her hair and pull her leg up over my hip. She moves the other one on her own and I groan as my erect cock comes in contact with her warm heat. She lets a sigh past our lips as I start to move against her. It’s soft and it’s torture. But I wouldn’t move harder if you paid me to. Her hips move with me and I feel a pressure build up in my spine. I’m going to blow if I don’t stop. God I don’t want to stop. That’s when I stop kissing her and lean over the couch to puke up everything I drank tonight.



*****



When I wake up the next morning I can barely see out of my eyes but there is something poking me in the face. There is a red headed woman with her finger in my face. Oh shit. Mom. “What’s going on?” I ask her.

That’s when I feel something shift underneath me. What the f*ck is that? “Well I would like to know what the hell you two are doing?” Mom questions. Two?

“Umm I fell asleep in the wrong bed?” I hear a throaty voice say next to my face. Who the f*ck is that?

“Well Norma Jean I would say so.” Mom states. “Though I would like to know what you are doing home Chance?” she throws her hazel eyes my way.

I feel all the blood drain my face as I become paler then I usually am. “Creed has a steady girlfriend and I didn’t want to listen to them having sex all night.” I’m in a bed with Norma Jean Davis. The freak of our school and the reason I hate myself more than I hate my dad. What the hell did I drink last night?

“Can you like get off of me now?” Norma asks me softly. That’s when I open my eyes all the way and realize that I’m pretty much holding her hostage in my bed. She is laying on her back and I’m more than half way on top of her. One of my legs is thrust between hers and I realize I’m not wearing a shirt. Though I’m still in my jeans, but it’s not like I can hide my morning wood.

“Sorry.” I mutter as I sit up too fast and my head spins. I feel as if I might puke but I push it back. The dizziness leaves but I feel as if someone is playing music really loud in my head. I feel the bed dip as Norma gets up to leave. I peek my eyes up and zone in on her ass as she sways out of the room. F*ck I have got to stop this obsession I have with her.

Mom glares at me all the way out of my room. I guess she can tell I have no idea what the hell happened. Since Norma has all her clothes on I’m guessing not much. If I had known she was Macy’s babysitter, I would have stayed far away from this house last night. Being drunk there is no telling what I said to her or what the f*ck I did. God. I’m going to kill Creed.

I force my feet into my adjoining bathroom and strip off my jeans and boxers. I step into the luke warm water and scrub the drunken night from my body. I don’t remember anything after leaving Creeds house, so I’m hoping Norma can fill me in. Though I don’t really want to talk to her since she hates my guts and tells me every chance she gets. It hurts to hear those things come out of her mouth, but I think it’s less painful then what I put her through.

I find myself palming my erection while leaning my head against the cold tile wall of the shower stall. I close my eyes and all I see is her. Her ass when she walks out of my room and then I think of the way she felt underneath me this morning. And somewhere I get the sound of her moaning and sighing and the feel of her soft hair as I run my fingers through it.

It doesn’t take me long to get off…it never does when I think about her. I know I’m sick, I’m a f*cking stalker. I’m obsessed and it’s not healthy. I don’t even know why either. I hardly ever talk to her. If I try she throws her hate and anger in my face. I know she has a right too, but damn. I don’t want to want her like this. I have tried to make myself stop but every day at school I find myself looking for her. I end up with my eyes on her and watching every move she makes. It’s so f*cking insane.

I get out of the shower and walk into my room with a towel wrapped around my waist. I pull out a black polo and dark washed jeans and a clean pair of boxers and socks. I get dressed right before someone knocks on my bedroom door. “Come in.” I say hoping it’s my mom.

When mom walks through the door I breathe a sigh of relief. “I want you gone, and you better stay that way until Sunday afternoon.” She points her finger at me and walks right back out the door.