The only characters I own are Rebecca and her mother. Thank you to those that have reviewed! I appreciate it! Sorry it took me longer to write this chapter. I've had writer's block for the longest time. TT But, I was listening to "Papercut" by Linkin Park, and it helped me find the inspiration I needed to write this chapter. Thanks LP! XD

Mort sat in a cell at the Tashmore police department. Hanson had just finished questioning him and he was now figuring out what to do with him. Back at the house, Rebecca paced around the living room. "What should I do?" She said to herself. "Dad wouldn't want me to come and follow him to the station..." Rebecca decided to go to bed and would worry about it in the morning. When she finally woke up, the sun was shining brightly on her face. She looked at the clock and saw that it read '12:30 am'. She got out of bed and went into the kitchen. After she had poured herself a glass of water, she walked into the living room. The glass fell out of her hand as she saw Mort standing in front of the fireplace. She walked towards him saying, "Dad! Did they let you go? I'm so happy..." But she stopped when he turned around and looked at her. His eyes were once again harsh and cold. Madness lingered on his face. There was a knife in his right hand. Rebecca took a couple of steps back and said, "Dad? What are you doing here?" "Don't talk. This isn't going to take long, miss." Mort said. He ran after her with the knife raised. Rebecca ran up the stairs and locked herself in Mort's bedroom. She looked around and thought, "There's no phone in here...' Mort began to hit the door with a fire poker. Rebecca knew that he would get in soon. She decided to hide. She knew it probably wouldn't work but it was worth a shot. The door finally broke open and Mort came in, looking more crazed than ever. "Where are you, miss? I don't like playing games so I suggest you come out from wherever it is you're hiding." He said. As he looked in the bathroom, Rebecca walked out from behind the door and slowly crept out of the room. As she headed towards the stairs, Mort saw her and ran after her. He collided into her, causing them both to tumble down the stairs. Rebecca's head rang as she landed on the floor. She groaned in pain as Mort stood up. He stood over her with the knife raised. Rebecca was crying now and saying, "Dad! This isn't you. Please listen! I'm your daughter!" "What are you talking about, miss? I've never had a daughter." Mort said. He tried to stab her in the chest but she shifted away and the knife dug into her arm. Rebecca was sobbing now. She decided to take action and so she kicked him in between the legs. Mort dropped his knife and fell to his side. Rebecca took this chance to run. She would've run outside but Mort was blocking the door. She ran into her room and held her arm, which was pouring blood. She felt dizzy and light-headed. She grabbed her bed sheet and tore part of it off. As she wrapped it around her arm, Mort limped into her room and said, "You're going to pay for that, miss. No more playing around!" As he walked towards her, Rebecca made one last attempt to remind him of who he was. She grabbed the picture frame that sat on her nightstand. In it was the picture of Mort holding Rebecca after she was born. Rebecca had brought it with when her and Mort had gone to her adoptive parents house. She held the picture to Mort's face. He stopped and looked at it. He lowered the knife and took the picture. His eyes grew softer as he said, "Rebecca..." A group of policemen burst into the room, aiming their guns at Mort. Rebecca moved in front of Morton and said, "What's going on?" "He escaped jail by killing Officer Hanson!" One of the cops said. "We have to take him into custody." Mort looked confused and said, "I killed someone? I..." Rebecca stepped forward and said, "You guys don't understand. My father's a schizophrenic. You can't arrest him if he's mentally ill." "Then we need to take him to the local asylum." Another cop said. Mort put his arm on Rebecca's shoulder and said, "If I am mentally ill and if I did kill Hanson then I need to go with them." He was looking into her eyes. His brown eyes were quavering. "I could've killed you. I don't want to hurt you or anyone again." Rebecca nodded. Mort kissed her on the forehead and walked over to the police. They cuffed him and escorted him out of the house. Rebecca sat at the table for about an hour, just crying. The phone rang. It was one of the police officers. His name was Officer Kline. "Ms. Rainey, we have decided that it would be best for Mr. Rainey to stay at the asylum until he is fully recovered." He said. "How long will that take?" Rebecca asked, running her hand through her hair. "I'm not sure. The doctor said it could be weeks, months or even years before he is fully recovered." "When can I see him?" "Not until he's recovered." Rebecca's heart plummeted but she said, "I understand...Thank you, sir." She hung up the phone and sighed.

The next chapter is the last chapter. Please keep reviewing!