Summary: Celina has been out of a job for several months, and hasn't had a
good one for several years; so when she hears Mort Rainey needs a maid, she
decides to take the chance of being murdered for some money she desperately
needs. But, unfortunately, John Shooter doesn't like her, and even worse
he's become real.
Disclaimer: I don't own Mort Rainey (that would be nice), but, however, I do own Celina.
Authors note: This is my first Secret Window fanfic and I couldn't think of a better plot, but I'll make it better further into the story, so, enjoy! (Also, this is NOT a mary sue).
Chapter 1
Celina Woods woke up in the old motel room in Tashmore Lake at about 7:30am. She was very scared about taking this job. She may not live in Tashmore Lake, in fact she hadn't had a home in years (she was a drifter), and she had only been in the small town for one day, but she already heard all she needed to know about Morton Rainey. Everyone said he acted normal, too normal for someone whose wife had died, and before, he had been totally stressed, so that meant...
"Shut-up," She told herself, as she stripped her clothes, and hopped into the tiny shower stall, "you shouldn't talk about your new employer like that, or you'll have doubts." And she didn't want to do that because this was the first job opportunity in months and she didn't want to screw it up. She turned the water on as hot as it would go and soaked herself in it. She liked not living anywhere. She had no family to worry about, no house; just her old Toyota, some clothes, and whatever money was in her pocket. "Which isn't very much." She said aloud. That's why she needed this job so bad. That was the only problem with her system: finding a job. She didn't have a college education, and when she'd saved enough money, she usually just quit, and that didn't look good on her résumé. But then again there's the thrill of going no where in particular. She continued to let her mind wander as she stepped out of the shower and put on a dark red roxy t-shirt underneath a blue fox racing sweater, and pale blue jeans. She got her things, paid the manager, and got in her car.
Her first stop was to Bowie's. It was the local drugstore and diner. When she entered the few people who were already in there turned their heads to see who the intruder was. She smiled shyly at them and sat down at the counter. The tall broad woman behind the counter filled her cup with coffee. She sipped it and was momentarily surprised and pleased at how strong it was. "Umm, excuse me ma'am?" Celina said as quietly as she could, but just about everyone else looked anyway. What rubberneckers, She thought.
"Mmm?" the woman replied.
"I was just wondering," she looked sharply at the other people staring, and they looked away, "where exactly does Morton Rainey live? I'm his new maid." At this, everyone in the store looked at her despite her warning.
"Well, honey," Celina could tell the woman was uncomfortable, "he lives north of the town, and there's only one road, and one driveway, so you can't miss it."
"Thanks." Celina said and quickly left to escape the stares.
When she arrived at Morton Rainey's house, she walked up to the large wooden door, suddenly nervous. I can still just turn around and get in my car and walk away from all this. No, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
At first she heard nothing, but ten there was the sound of someone shuffling down the stairs, and he opened the door. "Can I help you?" He asked politely.
Celina didn't answer at first; she was thrown off by how he looked. He was wearing a t-shirt underneath a button up over shirt, and loose jeans. He had dark brown eyes behind glasses that were framed by chin length dark hair that was highlighted blonde. Her conclusion: he was very attractive.
"Oh, I'm Celina Woods," she said, snapping out of her thoughts, "we spoke on the phone a couple days ago?"
"Oh yes, you're my new maid, then? Come in."
Mort's p.o.v
Mort had been right in the middle of the turning point of his new novel when someone knocked on the door. He looked up from his laptop and sighed, the past month had been going great, Shooter was gone, he was writing a new novel, and he didn't remember what had happened to Amy. He jogged down the stairs and opened the door to find a young girl in her twenties with light, shoulder length hair, chocolaty brown hair and bright, sapphire eyes in his doorway. "Can I help you?" he said.
The girl seemed distracted when she said, "Oh, I'm Celina Woods; we spoke on the phone a couple days ago?"
"Oh yes, you're my new maid, then? Come in." when she walked in, he closed the door behind her and said, "I'm Mort," he smiled and shook her hand, "I'll give you a tour of the place."
What did you think? I hope you want me to write more, cuz I kinda had the plot already, and it gets way more interesting, don't worry, just review please! Thanks! ;-)
Disclaimer: I don't own Mort Rainey (that would be nice), but, however, I do own Celina.
Authors note: This is my first Secret Window fanfic and I couldn't think of a better plot, but I'll make it better further into the story, so, enjoy! (Also, this is NOT a mary sue).
Chapter 1
Celina Woods woke up in the old motel room in Tashmore Lake at about 7:30am. She was very scared about taking this job. She may not live in Tashmore Lake, in fact she hadn't had a home in years (she was a drifter), and she had only been in the small town for one day, but she already heard all she needed to know about Morton Rainey. Everyone said he acted normal, too normal for someone whose wife had died, and before, he had been totally stressed, so that meant...
"Shut-up," She told herself, as she stripped her clothes, and hopped into the tiny shower stall, "you shouldn't talk about your new employer like that, or you'll have doubts." And she didn't want to do that because this was the first job opportunity in months and she didn't want to screw it up. She turned the water on as hot as it would go and soaked herself in it. She liked not living anywhere. She had no family to worry about, no house; just her old Toyota, some clothes, and whatever money was in her pocket. "Which isn't very much." She said aloud. That's why she needed this job so bad. That was the only problem with her system: finding a job. She didn't have a college education, and when she'd saved enough money, she usually just quit, and that didn't look good on her résumé. But then again there's the thrill of going no where in particular. She continued to let her mind wander as she stepped out of the shower and put on a dark red roxy t-shirt underneath a blue fox racing sweater, and pale blue jeans. She got her things, paid the manager, and got in her car.
Her first stop was to Bowie's. It was the local drugstore and diner. When she entered the few people who were already in there turned their heads to see who the intruder was. She smiled shyly at them and sat down at the counter. The tall broad woman behind the counter filled her cup with coffee. She sipped it and was momentarily surprised and pleased at how strong it was. "Umm, excuse me ma'am?" Celina said as quietly as she could, but just about everyone else looked anyway. What rubberneckers, She thought.
"Mmm?" the woman replied.
"I was just wondering," she looked sharply at the other people staring, and they looked away, "where exactly does Morton Rainey live? I'm his new maid." At this, everyone in the store looked at her despite her warning.
"Well, honey," Celina could tell the woman was uncomfortable, "he lives north of the town, and there's only one road, and one driveway, so you can't miss it."
"Thanks." Celina said and quickly left to escape the stares.
When she arrived at Morton Rainey's house, she walked up to the large wooden door, suddenly nervous. I can still just turn around and get in my car and walk away from all this. No, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
At first she heard nothing, but ten there was the sound of someone shuffling down the stairs, and he opened the door. "Can I help you?" He asked politely.
Celina didn't answer at first; she was thrown off by how he looked. He was wearing a t-shirt underneath a button up over shirt, and loose jeans. He had dark brown eyes behind glasses that were framed by chin length dark hair that was highlighted blonde. Her conclusion: he was very attractive.
"Oh, I'm Celina Woods," she said, snapping out of her thoughts, "we spoke on the phone a couple days ago?"
"Oh yes, you're my new maid, then? Come in."
Mort's p.o.v
Mort had been right in the middle of the turning point of his new novel when someone knocked on the door. He looked up from his laptop and sighed, the past month had been going great, Shooter was gone, he was writing a new novel, and he didn't remember what had happened to Amy. He jogged down the stairs and opened the door to find a young girl in her twenties with light, shoulder length hair, chocolaty brown hair and bright, sapphire eyes in his doorway. "Can I help you?" he said.
The girl seemed distracted when she said, "Oh, I'm Celina Woods; we spoke on the phone a couple days ago?"
"Oh yes, you're my new maid, then? Come in." when she walked in, he closed the door behind her and said, "I'm Mort," he smiled and shook her hand, "I'll give you a tour of the place."
What did you think? I hope you want me to write more, cuz I kinda had the plot already, and it gets way more interesting, don't worry, just review please! Thanks! ;-)