So someone informed me that there is actually a movie about this that I have chosen to write about. I never knew that there was a movie, I'd just heard a bit about the plot and I had decided that it would be great to put into a story. I watched the movie though and I absolutely loved it and it definitely inspired me and gave me so many more wonderful ideas for this fic. The movie is called "The Changeling" which stars Angelina Jolie and is based off of a true story. I would like to thank the reviewer for that information. With that being said, here's chapter two. Please forgive any errors and enjoy.
Mercedes parked her car in the parking lot and hurriedly got out of it and ran up to the door of her home.
She could hear his footsteps close behind her but she didn't care as she fumbled to unlock the door.
"What are you doing?" He yelled when she opened the door and quickly entered it, then tried to close it without allowing him to enter.
"Go away!" She spoke with authority, managing to close the door as he hadn't put up much of a fight.
"I can't go away." He said simply. "I live here. Where would I go?"
"I don't know and I honestly don't care!" Mercedes yelled through the door.
"You have to let me in."
"I don't have to do a gotdamn thing!"
"Okay."
Mercedes stood up against the door for a little while longer, waiting for what ever to come next but to her surprise all remained quiet.
Moving away from the door, she walked over to the window and carefully moved the blinds to look out of them. She didn't see him.
Where could he have gone? Would he wait until she was asleep then break into her home and kill her? What did this man want with her anyhow? Why was he claiming to be her husband when it was clear that he wasn't?
She quickly made her way to the kitchen and retrieved a knife from one of the drawers before returning back to the living room and sitting down on the couch, far away from the door and any window. She'd be damned if she were to die tonight.
Hours passed with Mercedes sitting in that same spot on the couch. The night was dark and she was almost positive that it was rather late as the sun wasn't shining through her curtains any longer, but she was too afraid to check-to move. She merely sat there with the lights turned down as she stared at the door-jumping at any unfamiliar sound.
She hadn't even realized that she'd fallen asleep until she heard a knock at the door and she quickly shot up into a sitting position.
The sun shined brightly through her curtains now and she could hear voices close by, then came another knock.
"Mrs. Stokes, I'm Officer Smith! I need you to open the door!"
Mercedes jumped up off of the couch and quickly made her way to the door, opening it.
"Hello." She spoke slowly, looking between the officer and the man who was said to be her husband.
"Mrs. Stokes, we passed by your home this morning and your husband was sleeping on the porch." Officer Smith started. "When asked why he was lying here on the porch, he replied that he must have dozed off while doing yard work. Now, as happy as you are that your husband is finally home...and you are happy, right?" He paused, waiting for Mercedes to answer him.
"Y-yes, I am-I'm happy." Mercedes spoke, her voice hoarse.
"Just as I thought." The officer smiled. "As happy as you are, I know you wouldn't have dared to lock your husband out of your-" He pointed between Mercedes and the other man. "home so that he would have nowhere to sleep but on the porch, is that correct?"
"I-sir-I did not-"
"Is that correct!" The officer spoke loudly, cutting Mercedes off.
Mercedes exhaled heavily, biting her bottom lip and the officer stepped towards her.
"Is that correct?" He spoke directly at her and Mercedes could feel his hot breath against her face.
"That's correct." She spoke firmly, though not showing a sign of fear.
"As I thought." The officer backed up out of her personal space. "Now, Mr. Stokes, go on inside of your home and get some rest."
The man nodded and moved past the officer to enter the house and Mercedes didn't bulge from out front of the door.
"Move." Officer Smith spoke and she stepped out the way-allowing the man to enter.
The officer looked at Mercedes and shook his head. "Have a wonderful day, Mrs. Stokes." He smiled. "And treat your husband with care."
Mercedes didn't reply as she slammed the door in his face and she was sure he stood there with a look of displeasure on his face but she didn't care.
Turning around, she stopped in her tracks when she saw the man who had just entered her home making his way to the back of her small house.
"Hey! Come back in-" It was too late. He had already entered the bathroom as the home was only made up of two bedrooms and a bathroom.
She ran to the bathroom where he was and when she saw him, her eyes widened.
Was this man really undressing himself in her house?
She turned her back to him. "Can you put your shirt back on in my home?"
"It's nothing you've never seen, Mercedes." He spoke calmly, almost too calm. As if his presence was normal. "Besides, I need to shower."
She turned to face him but covered her eyes and backed away from him at the sight of his body that was now free of any clothing at all. This man, who was not her husband, was completely naked and in her house.
"What are you doing with that?"
Mercedes sat on the couch, her eyes deadly as she held onto a butchers knife with dear life when the man entered the living room.
"Don't come next to me." She spoke calmly but firmly.
"Mercedes, listen to me." The man spoke calmly as well, slowly walking towards her.
"I said!" Mercedes held the knife up towards him. "Don't come next to me!"
The man stopped moving then. "Okay." He held his hands up. "I won't, but I know you won't use that."
"You think so?" Mercedes glared at him.
"I know so because I'm your husband and you love me."
"You are not my husband!" Mercedes yelled.
"I am your husband." He spoke calmly.
"No, you are not!" She yelled again.
"You are my wife and I am your husband."
"Stop saying that!" Mercedes yelled, tears rolling down her face now as she dropped the knife at her side.
She was not crazy! Was she?
The man took a step forward and she held the knife up at him again, but to his surprise, she was giving in.
He quickly stepped forward and took the weapon, sitting it down on the edge of the couch. He reached down to pull her up from her spot on the couch, hugging her to him as she cried.
"It's okay." He whispered into her hair and her body shook hard from her crying. "You're afraid. You don't remember me and I understand, but Mercedes, I love you and I'll be damned if I let you go without a fight. I'm here now. I'll help you remember."
Just then Mercedes looked up at him, her eyes wet with tears and the man used a finger to dry her eyes.
"Oh my God." She stepped put of his embrace only to study his face then shook her head.
Mercedes woke up in daze. Her eyes were sticky and she would not have opened them if she had not smelled a wonderful aroma right beneath her nose. Bacon, someone was cooking bacon in her home and it wasn't her.
Her eyes widened and she sat up when she remembered the man who she had been forced to bring into her home less than two days ago.
Sliding her feet into her house shoes, she hurriedly ran down the hallway and to the kitchen where the man was standing in front of her stove, his arm busy as he stirred at something in a small pot.
"What the hell are doing?" She was sure she looked a mess but she didn't really care.
"Cooking breakfast." The man turned to her with a smile. Charming.
Mercedes didn't care about any of that though. "Hunter can't cook. You are not supposed to be able to cook."
The man stared at her blankly before turning his back to her again to attend the the pot on the stove.
"Five months, Mercedes. Five long months, I waited, I longed for you."
Mercedes stepped towards him and looked into the pot. "What the hell does that have to do with anything? And Hunter doesn't eat grits!"
The man continued to stir. "Mercedes, you spoiled me while I was here. Of course I couldn't cook, I had no reason to. When I was away though, a family took me in, they showed me how to cook and they helped me to get back on my feet. I don't quite remember this, but they told me that they'd talked to me every day until I started to remember things again, and then one day I said your name. I was cooking and I mentioned my wife because...I guess because it was something that I remembered about you. You were always the best." He shook his head and turned the stove off. "Now, I know I could never be as good as you, but please eat."
Mercedes eyebrows had been turned down from the moment the man had started to talk and she only moved aside when he made his way past her and to the refrigerator.
He fixed their plates, sitting them on the table and pulling a chair out for her and waiting for her to be seated.
"Please?" He spoke after realizing that she wasn't going to sit.
She sat, looking up at him and waiting for him to be seated as well.
All was quiet as he ate his food except for the sound of her fork clacking loudly against her plate. She couldn't eat. She wasn't hungry.
The man sighed. "Do you not like your food?"
Mercedes didn't say anything as she glared over at him, and he humped his shoulders and continued to eat.
"Hunter always allowed me to say grace before we ate." She finally spoke and the man stopped mid-chew.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." He responded.
"Whats my favorite color?"
Her next question took him by surprise. "Huh?" He asked.
"What is my favorite color?" She asked again. "If you're Hunter, you'll know."
"Purple..." The man answer slowly.
Mercedes only glared at him. "Anyone could look at me and tell that much." She said. "What's my favorite dish."
"Look-I..."
"Favorite dish!"
"I don't remember." The man dropped his head as if in shame.
"I thought so." Mercedes said before dropping her fork on the plate and standing up from the table.
She started to leave but turned around to look at him again. "Just please..." She paused. "I know you're not my husband so, please, just tell me who you are."
The man didn't say anything as he stared up at Mercedes, his eyes unreadable.
Could he tell her the truth? Was there a truth?
Heeeyy! Did you like it or did you love it? I don't even know what to say about this guy. Is he really Hunter and Mercedes is just out of her mind or is he really just that guy? So much suspense. I can't tell you all of it right now, but if you stick around for the next chapter, you will learn something quite interesting. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and please remember to leave a review. Thank you.