Mother From Bates Motel Novels & Stories

They took positions — windows and doors — and waited. Then an explosion — not at the motel, but behind it. The whole structure shook. "What was that?" Elena shouted. Through smoke came figures in different uniforms, different weapons. Leading them was someone Celeste never expected — her mother. She walked through the fire, calm, with twenty soldiers behind her. "Hello, darling," her mother called. "Did you miss me?" Rylan's men opened fire. Her mother’s soldiers returned fire. Chaos ripped through the motel. Her mother strode toward them. When she reached the room she said, simply, "Come with me if you want to live."

When they saw me, they asked curiously, "Are you her daughter? Why didn't you come sooner?" I shook my head. "No. I'm just an outsider." Mom glared at me bitterly. "What a waste raising you. Why don't you just wait until I'm dead and come collect the body?" "Sure. If you don't want to see me, I'll leave. Do whatever you want." Before coming, I had already spoken with the nurses, so I wasn't afraid at all. Sure enough, before I even took a few steps, Mom panicked. "Get back here!"

My men reported no signs of him, but I wanted to make sure. “No, honey. Not at all.” I got off the phone with her, and Bates walked in fifteen minutes later. “You’re at work early.” He fell into the leather armchair facing my desk. “Since I’m always working, I’m neither early nor late.” “I figured you would need to sleep longer after the night you had.” He grinned wide. “My night was pretty fantastic. Maybe tonight I’ll do a replay.” I changed the subject before Bates could ask me the details. I couldn’t lie to him, and the truth would just piss him off. That would start a whole argument, and I was tired of talking about Siena. “Mother just called me. We’re having dinner with her this week.”

Great, even the hookers have got rules now. "Eeeeww, that's my mother out there who is currently so pissed that I might die tonight." I replied pulling out of her in a hurry "You need to get dressed and leave in a hurry. Run, if you possibly can and don't let my mom catch you because if she does. tomorrow will be your funeral. Mom hates hookers." "What?!" the woman asked with a frightened expression as she got up and begin to get dressed in a hurry "I thought this place was yours. After all you are the son of Dante Matthews."

We settled on Thursday and that night when I got home I told Babs. Brian followed me home and parked in front of the house. The way the place is laid out it is much easier to go in through the door off the back porch and Brian followed me in. I introduced him to Babs and then we had a cocktail while she finished dinner. The evening started off with a nice bottle of Merlot followed by steak and baked potatoes. We had peach cobbler for dessert and followed it with some Baileys Irish Cream. Babs was just starting to tell us about what she had found out from her girlfriends when my cell phone started beeping. It was my mom. She was broke down on the side of the road and she couldn't reach my dad

“Where’s the money? Hand it over, and I guarantee this case won’t come back to haunt you.” Silence fell inside the room. Then, the man’s voice rose again in disbelief. “You bitch! You actually…” The sound of a blade stabbing into flesh rang out repeatedly. His voice weakened. “Please let me go. I won’t expose you.” Wendy’s voice was calm, chillingly so. “I only trust the words of the dead!” The summer evening was stiflingly hot, yet Mom felt a bone-deep cold creeping through her body. Only then did she finally realize the daughter she had loved all these years was a cold-blooded monster who killed without hesitation.

"My father bought this place for my mother. Thought if he gave her beauty, she'd forget he was destroying her from the inside. After she died, I couldn't bring myself to sell it. So I come here when I want to hate him. And her. And mostly myself." The honesty was jarring. Maeve accepted the whiskey, took a sip. Expensive, smooth, warming. "Miranda said there's a basement room. 1-1-0-7." "November seventh. The day my mother died." Carter's jaw tightened. "Come on. Let's get this over with." He led her through the house to what looked like a blank wall. But when he pressed a certain panel, it slid open, revealing stairs descending into darkness.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

It was never her fault. "If I hadn't handled her funeral, she would've started decomposing by the time you came back! Mom has been very good to me all these years, so no matter how dissatisfied I am with you, I definitely wouldn't extend that grudge to her. That's why I immediately settled her funeral affairs instead of waiting for you! "If you suspect that I did something dirty, you're more than welcome to report me to the police. And if they find out that I really did do something, I won't even blink if they decide to execute me! You can go right ahead!"

The father's hands guided his son's, while the mother cheered them on. Something sharp twisted in my chest—not quite envy, but a profound longing that made my fingers tremble as I reached for my phone. Before I realized what I was doing, I had dialed Serenity Haven. "Serenity Haven, Dr. Wright speaking," came the calm, professional voice I'd grown familiar with over the years. I swallowed hard. "Director Wright, hello, may I ask how my mother, Rebecca Morgan, is doing now?" There was a slight pause, then her gentle voice continued, "Still the same, no significant change. She had a good morning in the garden, though she didn't speak much."