Day Two: Seymour and Agnes Skinner as Norman and Mother Bates
The quality sucks I’m so sorry
He wanted to show her his Polaroids. Agnes is spying
Dinner at the Skinners’
(Thank you all SO much! I am so sorry I kept you all waiting, but it’s finally over!!!)
The beloved holidays of autumn had come and gone, leaving children full of candy and dentists’ wallets fat with cash. The intensity of Thanksgiving and Black Friday shopping now far behind as December made its snowy debut in Springfield. Thick frozen mounds of snow topped the ground and slick ice covered the roads. The students all anxiously stared down the clock as the final minutes of the school day slowly ticked by. At three o’clock, they would be free from the confines of the school system until after the start of the new year. Kallie stared at a photo on her desk, zoning out as time seemed to slow down. It was a photo she and Seymour had taken at the school’s Halloween Dance. He was dressed like a scarecrow and she was dressed as a witch, minus the green skin and fake warty nose.The two were so happy and in love in the photo. She was kissing his cheek and his arm was around her curvy waist and he had the happiest grin on his face. She smiled, reminiscing about the night. The sound of the final bell jolted her from her daydreaming as the children all rushed for the doors.
About two hours had passed since the students had evacuated the building for winter break. Kallie was still in her classroom as she was every time the school went on holiday, tidying everything up to be more prepared for the next time her class would be in her room. Her classroom door opened and a chuckle alerted her of his presence. “Staying late again? Overtime IS unpaid you know,” said Seymour as he entered the classroom, kissing her on the cheek. “I know, I know. I just wanted to get this cleaned up while I had some free time. I thought you’d be back with momma by now,” she said, stuffing a heavy box of December Holiday decorations into her already overfilled supply closet. “Mother is at bingo until ten tonight. I thought we could spend some time together until then. We’ve both been so busy with work lately and mother has been taking as much of my time as she can. I miss you,” he said, helping her hold the closet closed while she locked the door. “I miss you, too.” “I have an idea, but I get the feeling that you won’t like it,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “What’s the idea?” She questioned cautiously. “I thought maybe you could come to dinner at my mother's house one night this week. Maybe, if she gets to know you better, she might let us have more freedom,” he loosened his tie. The temperature in the room was almost freezing as the heat had been turned off to save money over the break, but poor Seymour was sweating bullets. “You’re right. I don’t like it,” she said, packing up her purse. “Oh.. i-it’s alright. It was a dumb idea anyway.” “I didn’t say it was dumb. I’m just… I’m nervous to be around your mother. After everything she’s done to you…” He kissed her forehead, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close to him. “It will be alright.”
Seymour held the door open for her as they walked into the cold December evening. The sun had long since set and it was beginning to snow again. He held her hand as she carefully walked down the icy stairs. An icy shiver ran down her spine. Growing up in the South, winter was more of a morning person. The colder days made their home in Mid-January and were long gone by Mid-March with an occasional snow in early April just to keep southerners on their toes. Snow was a rarity where she had spent her childhood, so of course she was completely unprepared when the snows began in November and didn’t stop. Seymour noticed her chill and removed his coat to drape over his beloved’s shoulders, immediately regretting his choice on the inside as he was now freezing. “Do you need a ride back home, moonpie?” she asked, remembering that his car was currently without a functional heating system. “I-I’ll be alright, it’s not that far of a drive to Mother’s,” he said, trying not to shiver. They reached their cars and she returned his coat, kissing him deeply. He hugged her tightly before opening her car door and waved goodbye as she drove off into the winter night.
A few days later, Kallie was scrambling to get ready for dinner with Agnes. Her closet was now a disaster area. Her bedroom looked as if a clothing tornado had brought hell upon its surface. “No! No! No! Too much cleavage! Too much stomach! I don’t have a girdle with enough magic to hide my gut in this dress…” She flopped onto her bed in defeat. Her phone beeped beside her with a text from Seymour. See you tonight <3.She sent a heart and groaned. She stared at the phone, debating a thought in her mind. She quickly checked her bank account, only to find that all of her bills for the month had all pulled at once leaving about $2.00 in her account. She sighed and reluctantly pressed the call button. “Hey, it’s me. I need a favor…”
She arrived at the Skinners’ home around seven o’clock that evening. She quickly tore the price tags off of her coat and her dress and tossed them into the bushes. She took a deep breath before nervously ringing the doorbell. Seymour opened the door, instantly lovestruck at the sight of her. Her outfit was a shimmering mint green mid length dress and white warm winter coat. “Wow… you-you look absolutely beautiful…” “Seymour! Close the door! You’re letting the heat out!” Agnes screamed from somewhere else in the house. Kallie quickly entered the house and he shut the door behind her and took her coat for her. “I’m so glad you were able to come. I was hoping you still would,” he said nervously. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” The two were about to kiss when Agnes started to walk downstairs. “Seymour! Something’s burning!” “Ah!” He rushed into the kitchen to grab the food from the oven. Agnes made it to the bottom of the stairs and looked Kallie up and down. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Skinner,” Kallie said nervously and extended her hand toward Agnes. Agnes did not take her hand, but kept staring her down in an attempt to intimidate Kallie. ‘Yep she hates me. Sour old bitch’ she thought. “How old are you again, Kaylee?” “It’s actually Kallie.. and I’m 24.” Agnes shook her head and walked into the dining room. Kallie stood in the foyer still, unsure of what to do. “Are you just gonna stand there all night or do you want to choke down my son’s horrible cooking?” Agnes shouted from the dining room and Kallie quickly walked in.
The three ate dinner in silence, Agnes still glaring at her from across the table. Seymour squeezed Kallie’s hand under the table in an attempt to comfort her. She squeezed his hand in return three times, a secret way of telling him I love you. Agnes’ knee jerked under the table, causing her to kick Kallie hard in the shin. She jumped slightly, trying not to make a pained noise. After they were all finished eating, Kallie helped Seymour clear the table and wash dishes, afraid to be left alone with Agnes. “She’s been glaring at me all night and she kicked me. I don’t think she likes me at all…” “She kicked you?” “Yeah, look at my leg,” she raised the skirt of her dress slightly, a large purple bruise had formed on her leg where Agnes had kicked her. Seymour gasped in shock, immediately enraged. “I’ll be right back.” He stormed out of the room and soon his yelling could be heard all the way down the block. A loud SMACK ended the yelling. Kallie ran into the other room to see Seymour holding his head and Agnes hitting him repeatedly with a fire poker. “OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?” Kallie tore the poker away from Agnes’ hands and threw it across the room. “What do you think you’re doing? Go back to the kitchen! This is an issue between mother and son!” Agnes shouted, now kicking Seymour who was curled in the floor. Kallie shoved Agnes back onto the couch and helped Seymour up. “Go get in the car. I’ll be right there,” she said and gave Seymour her keys as he rushed out into the snowy night. Kallie turned back at Agnes, now standing. “You are the most hateful abusive old woman that I have ever met. You treat me like a ghost and you don’t even know me! You treat your own CHILD as a human punching bag with no regard for his physical or mental well being! Agnes Skinner, mark my words. If you EVER lay a hand on him again, I will personally KILL YOU myself!” Kallie shoved Agnes hard, knocking the old woman into the floor and stormed off to her car, driving Seymour to her apartment.
They arrived at her apartment and she helped him inside. She gave him pain medicine to help with his new bruises. “Are you alright honey? Let me see it…” she helped him remove his shirt, his once yellow skin now splotched with large purple bruises. “Oh moonpie…. I’m so sorry…” she sobbed, seeing just how badly Agnes had hurt him. “It’s alright. They won’t take long to disappear. I can hide them under my clothes,” he said, blinking back tears. She hugged him gently and he hissed in pain. “I’m sorry,” she said. He hugged her as tightly as his body would let him without hurting, crying into her shoulder. “It’s going to be alright honey, I’ve got you. I’ve got you….”
Agnes my hands are rated E for everyone and you boutta catch em in your wrinkly bitch face!
Surprise Visit
*Author’s note: This is the official third chapter of my Kallie x Seymour series. I apologise for the long wait! Writer’s block is REAL y’all! Hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Love you! *
⚠️CW: abuse and mentions of abuse⚠️
The new school year was going smoothly. Bart Simpson’s pranks barely even phased Seymour anymore. The dear principal was head over heels for the new third grade teacher, Kallie Nance. She was kind, smart, and beautiful. He could go on for hours about her. Seymour felt like the luckiest man in the universe to call her his. It wasn’t the first time one of his girlfriends was a divorced woman, but he prayed she’d be his last. She was wonderful in every way to him and the students loved her, too. His daydreams of her were cut short by the opening of his office door.
“SEYMOUR!”
“Mother!”
He nearly fell out of his chair as Agnes stormed into his office.
“Mother! What a pleasant surprise! What are you doing here?”
“Why am I hearing rumors about you dating? You know good and well that I don’t approve of you dating any man, woman or whoever else! Besides, you’d be doing them a favor. You’re downright pathetic, Seymour!”
“Mother, please! I’m a grown ma-”
His sentence was cut short as Agnes’ hand suddenly struck his cheek, the force nearly knocking him down. She stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind her. He sat back in his chair, rubbing his sore pink cheek trying not to cry. Agnes hardly ever hit him, at least she hadn’t lately. A few moments later, a soft knock came from his office door as a familiar silhouette appeared behind the glass.
“Principal Skinner? I have the papers for you- What happened to your cheek?!?!?” Kallie rushed to his side, cupping his face in her hands, examining the bright red handprint on his cheek. “Seymour...who did this?”
He looked away ashamed, trying to hide his teary eyes. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it….”
She sighed, “It was her again, wasn’t it?” He nodded in response, his lip trembling. Kallie wrapped her arms around him as he buried his face into her shoulder, sobbing quietly. “Shh.. It’s alright. I’ve got you. I’m here.”
“I love you….”
I’ve got a few paragraphs so far. I just hope that you guys like it….
I’m gonna be writing a short thing with my self-insert and Seymour.
I have writers block at the moment, but I promise I will try my best. Keep your eyes peeled.
This is gonna be GOOD
Agnes Skinner your days are FUCKIN NUMBERED YOU OLD BITCH