The whole
night Norman stayed in the bus without an ouch of sleep. They arrived Riverside
at dawn. Norman felt creepy hearing the crying noises at his Mary grandma's
house. He saw her corpse. Laying lifeless with just a white clothed wrapped
around her.
His mom
cried so hard that at one point she started to feel dizzy. But one thing Norman
found weird. His uncle, grandma's youngest son was not very sad. He looked
neutral on the outside. "Norman. You can stay in my room." His cousin Maya says
with a smile. Norman smiles back and follows her. She leaves him there and goes
out again. Norman is feeling too much sleepy. He wants some sleep so before
laying down he checks his phone one last time.
Saffran
called him numerous time this morning. He doesn't call him back as he's
probably in school. He checks the message Saffran sent him.
S: Wdym?
S: Hey?
S: You left
already?
S: Norm?
S: I'll be
bored in school.
S:Come back
soon. ;)
Norman
smiles seeing the messages. He replies a quick 'Call me back when you're free.'
.......
Norman wakes
up hearing murmurs from outside of the room. He gets up and goes out of the
room rubbing his eye. "You brought your son here without a suit to wear at
funeral? Just why the hell you bothered to drag your poor ass here?" Norman
widens his eyes hearing his youngest uncle saying those words to his mom. His
mom stutters in front of him but can't bring up any explanation. Norman doesn't
have any suit at home. His mom's salary only increased this year. Plus he doesn't
go to any function since no one of his relatives invite him or him mom. Norman
gets angry as the man continuously shouts at him mom. So he comes forward and
stands in front of his mom. "So what I don't have a suit? I don't think any law
is written about the compulsory of wearing suit in a funeral." His uncle growls
at him. "Norman stop!" "No mom. He is treating us like garbage." Norman raises
his voice. "Well aren't you guys actually garbage?" "Shut up Kyle! We have no
time to fight right now! We need for make preparation for the funeral." His
another uncle says in a stern voice. The younger uncle looks at them one last time and with a sneer he goes
outside of the house.
Guess they
are not welcomed here. Norman's mom indicates him to come in to the room with
her. When he goes inside she looks at him sternly. "Norman. I know we're the
least welcomed people here. As soon as the funeral completes we'll leave after
2days. I need to discuss something with your uncles. But in the meantime I want
you to behave properly." Norman doesn't wanna argue with his mom. So he just
nods his head.
Next day Norman
wears his usual hoody and jeans unlike all the people at the funeral. His
youngest uncle was snarling at him now and then. His mom tried her best to find
or borrow a suit for her son to save their social image but she couldn't. Norman
didn't even care. He just wanted to go back to his home.
Norman's mom
cries numerous times when everyone speaks through the mike about his grandma. Nobody
gave Norman or him mom a chance to say something beside the dead body. They
just gave the flowers.
The day was
hectic and tiring as Norman helped his mom a lot arranging the food and chairs.
Norman doesn't understand why people here are treating them as outcast. After
Norman's father died, they slowly detached themselves from the mother and son
pair.
After a long
shower Norman props himself on the cozy bed of his cousins room. He scrolls
through his phone and suddenly Saffran's name flashes. He quickly swipes the
green call sign and holds the phone near his ear. "H-hello." Norman says stuttering.
"Hey. Done with the funeral?" Saffran asks with his smooth velvety voice.
"Yeah. It was smooth." "Which bag did you take with you?" Norman gets confused.
"What do you mean?" "Did you take your school bag with you? The one you took to
L.A?" Norman realizes his old big school bag. "Yeah. Why?" "Judging from your
cluelessness ever since we came back from L.A I bet you haven't seen that thing I put in your bag in L.A."
Norman frowns. Before he can ask him further, Saffran speaks up. "Get your bag
and look into the zipper on the back." "Okay. Hold on."
Norman gets
his old bag. It came handy for it's big size and Norman carries it wherever he
goes. He fumbles with the chain on the back he never knew of which's existence.
He can't figure out how Saffran found it. He sees a blue clothe bag. "You got
it?" Saffran says through the phone getting impatient. "A blue bag?" "Open it."
Norman does so and a loud gasp escapes from his lips.
A red
women's lingerie.
Is Saffran
joking with him? Blood rises in Norman's head. He quickly takes his phone to
his ear. "Are you fuckin with me?!" Saffran didn't expect the blow. But he kept
himself calm. "Why? It'll look hot on you. I wanna see you wear it." "Hot my
ass! I'm a fuckin boy!" Saffran chuckles. "So what? You have those plump booty
like a chick. Under that red little clothe I bet your creamy and squishy thighs
will look so delicious like a star desert. And I personally chose that thing.
It's even cut in slit on the nipple areas. Gosh I'm even getting hard just by
imagining you wearing it." Norman is speechless. His cheeks are beyond flushed.
Sickening red colour fills his cheeks, neck and ears. He can't even utter a
word. Saffran is sexually praising his body. He'd laugh it off just by thinking of Saffran doing it
several months ago.
"You there?"
Norman sighs. "H-hmm." "Soo....wear it and give me pics." Norman is scared.
Saffran basically wanting his nudes. "W-wait for me to come home." "I can't
wait that long. You said you'll come after a week." Norman gulps. He can't even
say no to Saffran. What if Saffran gets mad at him and doesn't talk after that?
Norman is so infatuated with Saffran that he's afraid to make him angry even at
the slightest.
"D-don't
give them to others." Saffran laughs. A velvety sound Norman hears which melts
him to the core. "I don't have any gay friend Normie. And.....only I can see
you in those clothes a'right?" He says the last part in low, threatening voice.
Norman blushes furiously. He opens his mouth but closes it quickly. He knows if
he starts to speak only stutter will come out.
"F-f-fine."