While the first of the morning light was washing over the small brick house, a young girl sat stonily on the patio stairs, her doe like brown eyes bloodshot and watery. The girl's mother sat across from her in a lawn chair. Her blue eyes lay wide open, unseeing to the world around them.

"Ava, get the fuck in here." A loud, brash voice bellowed from inside. Ava whipped her head toward the attention grabbing voice that belonged to her stepfather, Greg. Her ashen face hardened as she rose from the stoop on shaky legs. She cast one last look on her mother's beautiful face, coming to an ultimate decision as her view once again found its way to the knife embedded deep in her chest.

"Ava, if I have to come out there, you're going to end up just like your ungrateful bitch of a mother!" The tone of Greg's voice had gotten louder, harsher, and Ava let out a gutted growl. She staggered into the house, trying to be as quiet as possible.

Sneaking past the living room had been easy. Her stepfather was pacing. He was panicky, scared.

Good. Ava thought to herself, searching for the weapon that had immediately popped to mind. The aluminum baseball bat she had used earlier that day to win her softball teams match against their biggest rival. It was blunt, it was perfect.

Lots of damage. The dull thought roared through her mind.

"Have it your way, you little whore." Greg snarled, stalking out of the living room. Ava quickly hid in the shadows of the entryway, and the shining of her bat across the room caught her eye. As soon as the coast was clear, Ava lunged at it, grabbing it by the base. She immediately adjusted her hold on it before running after her stepfather.

Greg stood over his dead wife's body, at first admiring his handy work, then moving onto the horrifying fact that his stepdaughter was missing from the scene of the crime.

"AVA, GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!" He screamed. He was in the worst panic he'd ever experienced. "AVA!"

"I'm right here, you sick fucking bastard." Ava sobbed, swinging the bat straight at his head. Greg stood no chance as the weapon made contact with his skull. The sickening crack was enough to make Ava want to puke but she swung again, and again, and again. She swung till his face was unrecognizable. Her sobs got louder with each swing.

"You stupid fucking bastard! I fucking hate you! I hate you, I-" Ava strained to regain her breath. She dropped the bat and fell away from the now undisguisable man.

Once she had gotten her breathing under control, Ava stood from the ground, her whole persona completely different from any she'd had before. She walked past her mother's corpse, pressing a gentle kiss against her cold forehead.

"I love you, mom." Ava mumbled before walking away from the scene of the crime for the last time. She walked straight to the bathroom where she stripped the now bloody clothes from her body. She looked herself over, hating everything she saw.

I am a murderer. The thought invaded every inch of her mind.

She got into the shower quickly, the sticky blood that clung to her skin making her sick to her stomach. The water that sprayed and splashed against her skin was as hot as she could bare to stand it. By the third time she tried washing her skin of the disgusting feeling she had acquired, the water was ice cold.

She stayed in the shower for at least an hour after the water had turned icy, letting the cold water hit her skin, each droplet feeling like a tiny bullet. She finally pulled herself from the shower when the discomfort began to be too much for her to handle.

Wrapped in a warm robe, Ava sat upon her bed with her cellphone clenched tightly in her hand. She didn't know what to do, or who to call.

They'll pin both murders on me. Ava thought brokenly. The tears hadn't stopped the entire night, she didn't know if they'd ever stop now.

Dad will know what to do. Dad always knows what to do. Ava brought up her fathers work number, but had to search for the extension.

Do you really think he'll want to even see you when he hears the full story? A voice sneered in Ava's head. She paused momentarily as a sob released from her throat.

He has too. He has too, he's all I have left. Ava answered the voice with a harsh, but broken proclamation.

Call him then. The voice snickered gratingly. Thankfully the voice faded into the back of her mind.

Ava had finally found the number and extension for her fathers work, and sent the call through.

"Sheriff Romeros office." A feminine voice mumbled. Ava could her the whir of office busywork in the background.

"Can I please speak to Sheriff Romero, it's uh, it's really, really urgent." Ava pleaded and the woman on the other end smacked her lips.

"Who may I say is calling?"

"His daughter." Ava whimpered.

This is a mistake, he's going to hate you. This was all your fault.

Hello all! New Bates Motel story, how about that? I really like the idea I have going for this! Let me know what you think in a review! They make me super happy! Thank you for reading, and until next time Xx

Edit: I changed the name of the OC from Millie to Ava