A/N: Hello everybody. I just need to give a big thank you to Missz-Sparrow for pointing out the huge mistake that made. See, in the third chapter I had Lucy talking to her mom, and then in the last chapter I said that Lucy's mom was dead, so that doesn't exactly work out. So sorry about that, I have a problem of getting an idea in my head and then not taking the time to check and make sure it works with everything else that I've written. But don't worry, I gonna make it so it all works in this chapter. Oh and one more thing, I'm gonna fast forward a few days in this chapter.
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It was day four on the little trip and they were about half way to their destination. They could have been closer, but between pit stops and Lucy's old lady style driving, they weren't exactly making the best of time. Mort didn't mind though. He quite enjoyed spending time with the girl. He loved her out look on life. Though he noticed that she didn't seem quite the same since the first night in the hotel. And he didn't mentioned to her that he happened to see a few scars on her wrist yesterday. Obviously she was carrying some heavy baggage from her past, and who was he to judge on something like that.
But be honest, you know you're curious.
Guilty as charged.
So why don't you ask her about it.
If she wanted me to know she would have told me.
I hate to break it to you buddy, but not everyone just comes right out and spills their guts to the first person who will listen.
Still, it would be an invasion of privacy.
Suit yourself.
"Lunch?" Lucy seemed to ask out of nowhere.
"Huh?" Mort asked a little out of it.
"Lunch, I was wondering if you were ready for lunch yet."
"Oh..um, yeah, sure."
"Ok."
They eventually found a little deli after a short hunt and decided to eat at the park near by. They settled at a bench sitting under a big oak tree that was perfectly shaded from the summer sun. The place was very peaceful, with the occasional squirrel running by. As they were eating, Mort couldn't help but notice the curiosity to know about Lucy's past was growing stronger and stronger. So after much debate, he decided to try and get it out of her.
"You know, we've been in a car together for four days now and except for a couple of little things, I hardly know anything about you." Mort began, subtly trying to get the information he wanted. "So what do you say to a game of twenty questions?"
She didn't show it, but Lucy was quite scared to play such a simple game. She had a feeling that he would ask about everything she was trying to hide. But then again, she couldn't help but think that it might be good to get it off her chest. So, with her mind made up, she decided to go for it. "Alright then, you first."
After about forty five minutes or so they were both on their last question. They had already gone through the basics, such as where eachother were from, what their childhood was like, blah blah blah. They were really quite enjoying telling someone about their past, neither having really talk to anyone in a while. But now it was down to the big stuff, the stuff they were dreading. And they each knew exactly what they were going to ask.
"Okay, question number twenty." Lucy got serious. "I noticed there was a ring on your wedding finger, but you haven't mentioned anything of a wife, are you still married?"
"Uhhhhh." yup, this was the big one Mort was trying to stay clear of. How was he going to explain this one. "About a year and a half ago, I caught my wife cheating on me. I was completely heart broken. I didn't even know we were having any problems, I thought everything was going good, you know?" at this Lucy nodded, knowing exactly was he meant. " So basically I went into isolation. I moved into my cabin up in Maine and just drowned myself in my own misery. About six months after that, my wife, or ex-wife, Amy, calls and wants me to sign divorce papers. I was reluctant because I didn't want it to be officially over, I still loved her and I thought maybe if I didn't sign the papers, it wouldn't be true. But she kept insisting so finally I had to cave in. She was suppose to come by one night, but she never showed up. A few days later, I find out her and her lover have turned up missing. I haven't heard from her since." Mort finished with a distant look on his face.
Well now, that was an Oscar worthy performance. But aren't you forgetting something?
She doesn't need to know everything.
"Wow, that's......." Lucy was at a loss for words. "Really something. I don't what I would do if I was in your position. I'm sorry I brought it up." Lucy felt really awful now, she could tell it pained him
"No, don't worry about it, it feels good to talk to someone about it." They both sat in silence for a few moments, and then Mort decided it was now or never that he asked his big question. "Alright, question number twenty for me. How'd you get the scars on your wrist?" he asked, pointing to her right wrist.
Lucy was stunned to say the least. She was sure he didn't know about those. "Ho...how do know about those?"
"Your sleeve rolled up yesterday while you were driving."
"Oh." Lucy let out a big breath of air and decided if he aired his dirty laundry, it was only fair she did the same. So she told him everything. From her cheating boyfriend, to her mother's death, her father's abandonment, her drunken night, everything. When she was done, she too felt a big relief. She had forgotten how good it felt to talk to someone.
"Geez, and I thought I was fucked up." Mort blurted out before he could stop himself. "Oh...shit I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." he started babbling his apology.
Lucy couldn't help but laugh. "No, it's alright. It's true, I've come to accept that."
Mort thought about something for a minute, and when things didn't add up, he decided to ask her about it. "Just one question, you said your mom died, but when we were at your apartment, you were talking to your mom, how?
"Oh. Well that wasn't my real mom. That was a friend of my mother's you see. When I was growing up she was always around and she would always baby-sit me and she became like a second mother to me, so I've been referring to her as 'mom' for years now."
"Oh."
"Well then, now that we have no more secrets from eachother, what do you say we get back on the road?"
"Sounds good to me." they both got up and threw away their trash. "Hey, do you want me to drive for a little bit."
Lucy realized that she was pretty tired, so she decided that was a great idea and handed over the keys. They got in the car and no longer than ten minutes later, Lucy was out like a light.
A/N: Mort's cabin was in Maine right? I know the house was in New York, but wasn't the cabin in Maine? Anyways.... please let me know what you think.
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It was day four on the little trip and they were about half way to their destination. They could have been closer, but between pit stops and Lucy's old lady style driving, they weren't exactly making the best of time. Mort didn't mind though. He quite enjoyed spending time with the girl. He loved her out look on life. Though he noticed that she didn't seem quite the same since the first night in the hotel. And he didn't mentioned to her that he happened to see a few scars on her wrist yesterday. Obviously she was carrying some heavy baggage from her past, and who was he to judge on something like that.
But be honest, you know you're curious.
Guilty as charged.
So why don't you ask her about it.
If she wanted me to know she would have told me.
I hate to break it to you buddy, but not everyone just comes right out and spills their guts to the first person who will listen.
Still, it would be an invasion of privacy.
Suit yourself.
"Lunch?" Lucy seemed to ask out of nowhere.
"Huh?" Mort asked a little out of it.
"Lunch, I was wondering if you were ready for lunch yet."
"Oh..um, yeah, sure."
"Ok."
They eventually found a little deli after a short hunt and decided to eat at the park near by. They settled at a bench sitting under a big oak tree that was perfectly shaded from the summer sun. The place was very peaceful, with the occasional squirrel running by. As they were eating, Mort couldn't help but notice the curiosity to know about Lucy's past was growing stronger and stronger. So after much debate, he decided to try and get it out of her.
"You know, we've been in a car together for four days now and except for a couple of little things, I hardly know anything about you." Mort began, subtly trying to get the information he wanted. "So what do you say to a game of twenty questions?"
She didn't show it, but Lucy was quite scared to play such a simple game. She had a feeling that he would ask about everything she was trying to hide. But then again, she couldn't help but think that it might be good to get it off her chest. So, with her mind made up, she decided to go for it. "Alright then, you first."
After about forty five minutes or so they were both on their last question. They had already gone through the basics, such as where eachother were from, what their childhood was like, blah blah blah. They were really quite enjoying telling someone about their past, neither having really talk to anyone in a while. But now it was down to the big stuff, the stuff they were dreading. And they each knew exactly what they were going to ask.
"Okay, question number twenty." Lucy got serious. "I noticed there was a ring on your wedding finger, but you haven't mentioned anything of a wife, are you still married?"
"Uhhhhh." yup, this was the big one Mort was trying to stay clear of. How was he going to explain this one. "About a year and a half ago, I caught my wife cheating on me. I was completely heart broken. I didn't even know we were having any problems, I thought everything was going good, you know?" at this Lucy nodded, knowing exactly was he meant. " So basically I went into isolation. I moved into my cabin up in Maine and just drowned myself in my own misery. About six months after that, my wife, or ex-wife, Amy, calls and wants me to sign divorce papers. I was reluctant because I didn't want it to be officially over, I still loved her and I thought maybe if I didn't sign the papers, it wouldn't be true. But she kept insisting so finally I had to cave in. She was suppose to come by one night, but she never showed up. A few days later, I find out her and her lover have turned up missing. I haven't heard from her since." Mort finished with a distant look on his face.
Well now, that was an Oscar worthy performance. But aren't you forgetting something?
She doesn't need to know everything.
"Wow, that's......." Lucy was at a loss for words. "Really something. I don't what I would do if I was in your position. I'm sorry I brought it up." Lucy felt really awful now, she could tell it pained him
"No, don't worry about it, it feels good to talk to someone about it." They both sat in silence for a few moments, and then Mort decided it was now or never that he asked his big question. "Alright, question number twenty for me. How'd you get the scars on your wrist?" he asked, pointing to her right wrist.
Lucy was stunned to say the least. She was sure he didn't know about those. "Ho...how do know about those?"
"Your sleeve rolled up yesterday while you were driving."
"Oh." Lucy let out a big breath of air and decided if he aired his dirty laundry, it was only fair she did the same. So she told him everything. From her cheating boyfriend, to her mother's death, her father's abandonment, her drunken night, everything. When she was done, she too felt a big relief. She had forgotten how good it felt to talk to someone.
"Geez, and I thought I was fucked up." Mort blurted out before he could stop himself. "Oh...shit I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." he started babbling his apology.
Lucy couldn't help but laugh. "No, it's alright. It's true, I've come to accept that."
Mort thought about something for a minute, and when things didn't add up, he decided to ask her about it. "Just one question, you said your mom died, but when we were at your apartment, you were talking to your mom, how?
"Oh. Well that wasn't my real mom. That was a friend of my mother's you see. When I was growing up she was always around and she would always baby-sit me and she became like a second mother to me, so I've been referring to her as 'mom' for years now."
"Oh."
"Well then, now that we have no more secrets from eachother, what do you say we get back on the road?"
"Sounds good to me." they both got up and threw away their trash. "Hey, do you want me to drive for a little bit."
Lucy realized that she was pretty tired, so she decided that was a great idea and handed over the keys. They got in the car and no longer than ten minutes later, Lucy was out like a light.
A/N: Mort's cabin was in Maine right? I know the house was in New York, but wasn't the cabin in Maine? Anyways.... please let me know what you think.
