AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yay! The Secret Window was so good! Johnny Depp really nailed Mort Rainey. Anyways, okay, down to business. This is a post-SW fic. It follows right after the movie, not the book. There is a new character, Madison, who I am trying my best not to make a Mary-Sue... or, at least, a believable one. I ask that there be no flames, but comments and constructive criticism. Thanks! Oh, and the story introduces Madison. It's short, and no familiar characters have shown up yet, but it's very important to Madison's life style, and how she interacts with her family.
Disclaimer: Everybody knows I don't own The Secret Window, or anything related to it. However, I do own Madison, Emilee, and Bill. I hope I don't have to repeat myself...
I sat on my knees in out one room shack, my shoulders moving up and down, tears streaming freely down my face. My pillowcase was beside me, with all of my clothes stuffed carelessly into it. An old, tattered quilt was under the case. The door behind me creaked open and I tensed, quickly drying my tears and standing up.
"Good," the scratchy voice from behind me said. "You're packed."
I turned slowly and my eyes met with my father's icy blue ones. "Dad," I said evenly. "I don't see why I have to do this."
"We need the money," he said, emotionless and unpersuasive. "It's either this or prostitution." A crooked smile plastered his dirty face. "You choose."
I groaned inwardly but would not let him see my distress. I had no choice but to leave and become a maid for Mr. Mort Rainey. I heard people talk about what he supposably did, and I admit, I was scared shitless. It seemed he needed a maid that would visit him daily and cook and clean for him. I scrunched my eyebrows when I heard this. Everybody knew what he had done. Did he actually expect anyone to apply for it?
If only we weren't poor, I thought silently and looked back up at my father. "What if I don't get the job? What if he hires someone else?"
He smiled icily, a flash of bitter amusement in his cold eyes. "You know no one else is gonna apply. You know you're gonna get the job. That's why I had you pack."
I figured, I thought dryly and quickly rolled my eyes. Luckily, he didn't notice. I took a deep breath, planning to do something I never thought I would have to do to my father. I was going to beg.
"But he's a murderer!" I cried, moving my arms for emphasis. "What if he loses it and kills me too!"
"That's a chance I'm willing to take," he replied coldly, narrowing his eyes. "We really need the money. Your little sister needs food; I need food. You're the only one here with a high school diploma."
And that has something to do for being somewhat of a baby-sitter? I thought, but said, "And you're punishing me for that? Because I'm smart? Why don't you get a job?"
"Don't turn this around on my, Madison-Nicole," he said firmly. I gulped, knowing that when he used my middle name, I was in trouble or about to be in trouble. "Now, get out the door and don't come back without a job." He roughly pointed at the open door and I felt new tears prick my eyes. I grabbed my pillowcase and my quilt, and stalked out the door, the tears finally making a home for themselves on my cheeks.
But he's a murderer, I thought angrily. He's a fucking murderer!"
A/N: So, should I continue? Please tell me! Oh, and by the way, Madison is twenty-five years old. She has always wanted to go to college, but being poor has restricted her from that freedom. Her sister is sixteen and obviously Daddy's girl. Madison's mother died right after Madison graduated high school, and about six months later, her father got fired. Having no income, the family had to move into a shack, away from New York City, where she grew up, but to Tashmore Lake. I hope that answers any questions. If you have anymore, don't hesitate to ask!