Chapter Two
Sarah's POV
Mort and I arrived at the lake house and i looked around, smiling the entire time as i checked out his cabin. I followed him up the stairs and sat down in the wood chair, leaning back casually as i continued to look around.
"Oh, is that the window?" I asked while twirling around in the chair while Mort stood behind me. Mort put his hands upon my shoulders and started to massage them. I felt uncomfortable, but i didn't want him to stop. Never had i gotten this kind of attention before, and i kind of liked it, especially since he was so handsome, intelligent and just so perfect.
"That's it," He said pulling his hands from my shoulders after i stood up abruptly and started to walk down the stairs. I walked over to a bookcase and pulled a random one off the shelf. It was a book about Poetry.
"Do you write poetry?" I asked.
"Oh, no. I used to when i was your age, but i don't anymore." I smiled at him as i continued to flip through the pages, but also glancing up every now and then at him. I must admit that he was a pleasure to look at, his grungy look was sexy, his sophisticated look gave him a sense of understanding, and his attitude was something completely different than i had expected. I sat down on the couch, and he also pulled a random book off the shelf before he sat down next to me. I looked out the front windows and the sun had gone behind some clouds and i got up to see what the weather was like. The clouds were gray, and it looked like rain was coming.
"I better go." I said as he walked up next to me and peered up at the sky. He put a hand on my arm, rubbing it gently and he smiled at me.
"Don't go. Where do you have to go?" He asked.
"Nowhere i guess."
"Then stay here, stay with me." He said leaning closer. His lips were getting closer to mine but i yanked my arm out of his grasp gently and walked away. Whoa, that was a little close for comfort. I went back to my book and he sat down beside me, and i take it he was reading because his hands were moving the pages at a steady rate, but i could feel his eyes on me. I looked up after about ten minutes and he was staring at me.
"What?" I asked blushing lightly.
"You're a beautiful young girl." He said before he leaned in close to me and ran his thumb along my jaw line. He stopped just centimeters from my lips and i began to get flustered.
"Mort, st-" Before i could finish my sentence his lips were on mine and his hands were upon my cheeks. I pulled away, and i could see a smirk behind that sheepish look. I cleared my voice and looked out the window, it was raining...damn, i'm stuck here with this pervert and i have no way to get home.
Chapter Three
Mort's POV
I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a plate of already cooked corn. I peer out onto the couch, watching her read. 'I must have her' I think to myself.
"Ya know, Shooter knew how to treat a lady." A voice behind me answered, i turned around and there was Mort, the other Mort.
"What the hell?!" I said throwing up my hands. "Where have you been?!" I whispered angrily to him.
"I went on vacation, Spain. You should go, it's considerably nicer than this sh.ithole." He said before lifting himself up and sitting on the table. He looked out into the living room and smiled. "Pretty girl." He snickered.
"You stay away from her." I said in a clear, threatening tone. He held up his hands in defeat. "What did you say about Shooter?" I asked.
"I said that Shooter knows how to treat a lady, unlike you. You're just a sick pedophile bastard."
"Feel better?" I asked. He smiled and nodded. "How does Shooter know how to treat a lady, huh? I mean, he killed Amy."
"No, no." He shook his head from side to side. "You're Mort Rainey, you're the one that killed Amy."
"No." I said clutching my hair and pacing around, stomping my feet loudly.
"Yeah, you put on the hat, you killed Amy, you, only you Mort."
"NO!" I slammed my fists on the table, the plate of corn shaking. He was gone.
"Yes." A faint whisper in my ear and i whipped my body around to find nothing. I sat down in a chair, took off my glasses and rubbing my eyes tiredly. I got up leaving my glasses and i stumbled out to the couch. I plopped down, my head landing in Sarah's lap. She put the book down on the cushion beside her and ran her hands through my hair.
"I wanted to apologize for earlier." I said. She smiled and looked at me lovingly.
"It's OK, i just wasn't prepared for it." She said looking into my eyes, hers were a light blue, and her hair was messily placed around her face.
"You look like me." I said closing my eyes as she started to scratch my head.
"If i look like you, then i must look like the most attractive man i have ever seen." Sarah whispered into my ear, her voice driving me mad. I opened my eyes to see her sparkling blue ones gazing into mine. She smiled crookedly until her lips smashed together with mine and i wrapped my hands into her shoulder length hair. Her kisses were rough, but i wasn't complaining or pulling away. I swung my legs over the couch, being careful not to break the kiss. I ground my braces against hers as i opened my mouth and our tongues collided briefly. I was now hunching over the couch until her legs latched onto my waist and her arms wrapped around my neck. I pulled her close to me, and stood up straight, her clinging to my body. I pulled away from the kiss for air, just holding her to my body. my heart racing, my breaths in wild pants as my feet started to carry us up the stairs. I didn't plan on doing anything when we reached the bed, just have a little fun. There's a difference between fooling around and having a little fun, fooling around was sex, and having a little fun was anything but sex. I climbed the stairs as she laid her head on my shoulder. We got to my room and i flicked on the light and laid her on my bed. I was surprised i had gotten this far without falling due to my lack of glasses. I closed the door and flicked off the light. I turned around to wards the bed, yet i couldn't see anything from the darkness. I stripped myself of my shirt and shoes before beginning my sightless journey to the bed. My eyes adjusted and i plopped down next to her. I could sense her happiness, i could feel her smile, and i could taste her lust as her lips found mine in the hazy darkness. I held her close as we lay in my bed, the bed i saw Amy and her lover fu.ck in so many times in my visions. I couldn't stay in here, and i probably would fall down the stairs if i didn't have my glasses first thing in the morning so i began to get up.
"Don't go." Sarah said groggily as she held onto my waist.
"OK. I"ll stay." I said kissing her forehead and watching a satisfied grin appear on her face, Maybe i didn't have to become Shooter, maybe i'll allow myself to love again without the relationship ending by me cutting her juggler vein.
A few moments later, i heard her breathing become even and my imagination sparking with an idea. I thought about touching her, kissing her. My hand traveled to her waist and started to massage her skin.
"Grandpa, no stop." She mumbled in her sleep. 'Whoa, that was weird' i thought to myself as my hand traveled down to her inner thigh.
"Granddaddy, nooo!" Her voice was scratchy and high pitched and she grabbed her pillow and tears fell. I pulled my hand away and her eyes opened. She stood up quickly and sat down just as quick on the side of the bed. I position her between my legs, my hands massaging her shoulders.
"So, who's your granddaddy?" I asked. She leaned her head back against my bare chest.
"What did i say? Did i scream?" Sarah asked.
"No, you didn't scream loud, and you were screaming 'no granddaddy, stop.'" I whispered into her ear. I wrapped my arms around her waist and she turned her head around so i could see her.
"I have that dream all the time." She said sadly.
"Is that so? What was he doing that made you tell him to stop?" I asked, having somewhat of an idea.
"He didn't rape me, that would have been nasty with all those wrinkles. It was a year and six months ago. Apparently he didn't win a murder case, or something and he got piss ass drunk. He came home and beat me, almost to death."
"A year and six months did you say? Do you remember the case?" I asked.
"Yeah, some guy murdered some people. Grandpa said that someone had to come him and told him that he saw two people dead in a truck and saw a guy push the bodies over a cliff. He just didn't know that i was that person. I had told my friend and she told her father, who told my grandfather. But i had swore my friend to secrecy not to tell her father that it was me who saw the people originally."
'Oh sh.it.' I thought to myself. 'She was beaten because of me.'
Sarah's POV
Mort and I arrived at the lake house and i looked around, smiling the entire time as i checked out his cabin. I followed him up the stairs and sat down in the wood chair, leaning back casually as i continued to look around.
"Oh, is that the window?" I asked while twirling around in the chair while Mort stood behind me. Mort put his hands upon my shoulders and started to massage them. I felt uncomfortable, but i didn't want him to stop. Never had i gotten this kind of attention before, and i kind of liked it, especially since he was so handsome, intelligent and just so perfect.
"That's it," He said pulling his hands from my shoulders after i stood up abruptly and started to walk down the stairs. I walked over to a bookcase and pulled a random one off the shelf. It was a book about Poetry.
"Do you write poetry?" I asked.
"Oh, no. I used to when i was your age, but i don't anymore." I smiled at him as i continued to flip through the pages, but also glancing up every now and then at him. I must admit that he was a pleasure to look at, his grungy look was sexy, his sophisticated look gave him a sense of understanding, and his attitude was something completely different than i had expected. I sat down on the couch, and he also pulled a random book off the shelf before he sat down next to me. I looked out the front windows and the sun had gone behind some clouds and i got up to see what the weather was like. The clouds were gray, and it looked like rain was coming.
"I better go." I said as he walked up next to me and peered up at the sky. He put a hand on my arm, rubbing it gently and he smiled at me.
"Don't go. Where do you have to go?" He asked.
"Nowhere i guess."
"Then stay here, stay with me." He said leaning closer. His lips were getting closer to mine but i yanked my arm out of his grasp gently and walked away. Whoa, that was a little close for comfort. I went back to my book and he sat down beside me, and i take it he was reading because his hands were moving the pages at a steady rate, but i could feel his eyes on me. I looked up after about ten minutes and he was staring at me.
"What?" I asked blushing lightly.
"You're a beautiful young girl." He said before he leaned in close to me and ran his thumb along my jaw line. He stopped just centimeters from my lips and i began to get flustered.
"Mort, st-" Before i could finish my sentence his lips were on mine and his hands were upon my cheeks. I pulled away, and i could see a smirk behind that sheepish look. I cleared my voice and looked out the window, it was raining...damn, i'm stuck here with this pervert and i have no way to get home.
Chapter Three
Mort's POV
I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a plate of already cooked corn. I peer out onto the couch, watching her read. 'I must have her' I think to myself.
"Ya know, Shooter knew how to treat a lady." A voice behind me answered, i turned around and there was Mort, the other Mort.
"What the hell?!" I said throwing up my hands. "Where have you been?!" I whispered angrily to him.
"I went on vacation, Spain. You should go, it's considerably nicer than this sh.ithole." He said before lifting himself up and sitting on the table. He looked out into the living room and smiled. "Pretty girl." He snickered.
"You stay away from her." I said in a clear, threatening tone. He held up his hands in defeat. "What did you say about Shooter?" I asked.
"I said that Shooter knows how to treat a lady, unlike you. You're just a sick pedophile bastard."
"Feel better?" I asked. He smiled and nodded. "How does Shooter know how to treat a lady, huh? I mean, he killed Amy."
"No, no." He shook his head from side to side. "You're Mort Rainey, you're the one that killed Amy."
"No." I said clutching my hair and pacing around, stomping my feet loudly.
"Yeah, you put on the hat, you killed Amy, you, only you Mort."
"NO!" I slammed my fists on the table, the plate of corn shaking. He was gone.
"Yes." A faint whisper in my ear and i whipped my body around to find nothing. I sat down in a chair, took off my glasses and rubbing my eyes tiredly. I got up leaving my glasses and i stumbled out to the couch. I plopped down, my head landing in Sarah's lap. She put the book down on the cushion beside her and ran her hands through my hair.
"I wanted to apologize for earlier." I said. She smiled and looked at me lovingly.
"It's OK, i just wasn't prepared for it." She said looking into my eyes, hers were a light blue, and her hair was messily placed around her face.
"You look like me." I said closing my eyes as she started to scratch my head.
"If i look like you, then i must look like the most attractive man i have ever seen." Sarah whispered into my ear, her voice driving me mad. I opened my eyes to see her sparkling blue ones gazing into mine. She smiled crookedly until her lips smashed together with mine and i wrapped my hands into her shoulder length hair. Her kisses were rough, but i wasn't complaining or pulling away. I swung my legs over the couch, being careful not to break the kiss. I ground my braces against hers as i opened my mouth and our tongues collided briefly. I was now hunching over the couch until her legs latched onto my waist and her arms wrapped around my neck. I pulled her close to me, and stood up straight, her clinging to my body. I pulled away from the kiss for air, just holding her to my body. my heart racing, my breaths in wild pants as my feet started to carry us up the stairs. I didn't plan on doing anything when we reached the bed, just have a little fun. There's a difference between fooling around and having a little fun, fooling around was sex, and having a little fun was anything but sex. I climbed the stairs as she laid her head on my shoulder. We got to my room and i flicked on the light and laid her on my bed. I was surprised i had gotten this far without falling due to my lack of glasses. I closed the door and flicked off the light. I turned around to wards the bed, yet i couldn't see anything from the darkness. I stripped myself of my shirt and shoes before beginning my sightless journey to the bed. My eyes adjusted and i plopped down next to her. I could sense her happiness, i could feel her smile, and i could taste her lust as her lips found mine in the hazy darkness. I held her close as we lay in my bed, the bed i saw Amy and her lover fu.ck in so many times in my visions. I couldn't stay in here, and i probably would fall down the stairs if i didn't have my glasses first thing in the morning so i began to get up.
"Don't go." Sarah said groggily as she held onto my waist.
"OK. I"ll stay." I said kissing her forehead and watching a satisfied grin appear on her face, Maybe i didn't have to become Shooter, maybe i'll allow myself to love again without the relationship ending by me cutting her juggler vein.
A few moments later, i heard her breathing become even and my imagination sparking with an idea. I thought about touching her, kissing her. My hand traveled to her waist and started to massage her skin.
"Grandpa, no stop." She mumbled in her sleep. 'Whoa, that was weird' i thought to myself as my hand traveled down to her inner thigh.
"Granddaddy, nooo!" Her voice was scratchy and high pitched and she grabbed her pillow and tears fell. I pulled my hand away and her eyes opened. She stood up quickly and sat down just as quick on the side of the bed. I position her between my legs, my hands massaging her shoulders.
"So, who's your granddaddy?" I asked. She leaned her head back against my bare chest.
"What did i say? Did i scream?" Sarah asked.
"No, you didn't scream loud, and you were screaming 'no granddaddy, stop.'" I whispered into her ear. I wrapped my arms around her waist and she turned her head around so i could see her.
"I have that dream all the time." She said sadly.
"Is that so? What was he doing that made you tell him to stop?" I asked, having somewhat of an idea.
"He didn't rape me, that would have been nasty with all those wrinkles. It was a year and six months ago. Apparently he didn't win a murder case, or something and he got piss ass drunk. He came home and beat me, almost to death."
"A year and six months did you say? Do you remember the case?" I asked.
"Yeah, some guy murdered some people. Grandpa said that someone had to come him and told him that he saw two people dead in a truck and saw a guy push the bodies over a cliff. He just didn't know that i was that person. I had told my friend and she told her father, who told my grandfather. But i had swore my friend to secrecy not to tell her father that it was me who saw the people originally."
'Oh sh.it.' I thought to myself. 'She was beaten because of me.'