Chapter 6: Picking up Mort.
/...\- Morton Rainey's own thoughts.
(...)- Shooter inside Mort's head.
'...'- Jenibelle's thoughts.
*...*- Dreams.
Don't own anything associated with Secret Window, or Morton Rainey or anything like that. (I sure do wish that I owned Johnny Depp though...)
Living alone in the middle of the wilderness isn't exactly some people's ideas of luxury. But for Jenibelle Weston, it felt just right. People always thought of it to be a discomfited way to live. All of the people who populated the town in Tashmore Lake County had families and neighbors and friends. Not Jenibelle. Jeni loved living alone on the west side of Tashmore Lake, with acception of her dog, Leena.
Jennibelle just moved to Tashmore Lake County and was not familiar with the lake and it's history. Well, the history of Tashmore Lake is more about Morton Rainey, and the murders. The first time Jeni heard about the murders, she felt intrigued. Jenibelle greatly respected Mr. Rainey and always loved his published works. She never gave it a second thought, until now.
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Jenibelle awoke to the normal sounds of the wilderness on a sunny morning. Birds chirping, wind blowing, the ripples of the lake gliding towards the shore. Jeni felt as if nothing had happened. Like she never had met Mort or Shooter or been in an accident. She felt at ease. So at ease she went into the kitchen and made some corn. Jeni loved corn when she was a little girl, and she still does.
'I don't know what was wrong with me last night but now I can't take a shower. I totally smashed the door and broke that mirror. I don't even remember what made me go off like that.' Jeni thought to herself as she ate a whole dozen corn.
"I really have to get back to jail," Jeni thought aloud, then headed up to her bedroom to get dressed and ready to go.
Jenibelle made her way to her car, but noticed something different about her house. She didn't know what, but it was different. She quickly started up the engine and backed out of her driveway.
Jenibelle had been driving for about 15 mintures when the radio came on by itself. Since her car was kind of junky, this happened a lot, Jeni didn't think of it again.
Jeni pulled into the County Jail's parking lot. Carrying her tag, Jeni made her way into the jail. "Jenibelle Weston here to see Morton Rainey, I have a tag. I want a private session," Jeni said as soon as the receptionist called her name.
The receptionist seemed dissapointed that she couldn't ask any questions and told Jeni she knew where to go.
Jeni then got patted-down again and went into the room with the little glass boxes and the phones.
"Mort, Shooter was taunting me last night, he-" Mort hushed her.
"I know, I dreamt it. I felt Shooter leaving my body last night, which meant he was going to see you. He didn't come back until the dream was over. I was so worried. He taunted me all of the time," Mort cupped his hand around the receiver.
"You saw me go nuts and you saw him rip those blankets off of me?" Jeni was outraged. "Why didn't you stop him, Rainey, I was so scared."
"I can't stop him, he will not stop, not unless I keep taking my meds and stay out of tight spaces. When I'm in a corner or under something, he finds the weakness in me and gets out," Mort sighed.
"Where were you last night?"
"Solitary confinement. I stole some extra tylenol from the lady with the cart. Stupid bitch."
"I see," Jeni was concntrating. "How am I going to get you out of jail? I need you to help me."
"I'm hoping that maybe if you drop the charges than..."
"I never put up any charges against you," Jeni interupted.
"Shooter did." Mort and Jeni sat silent for a few moments.
"I'm going back to he D.A.'s office and dropping all of the charges, Mort, I'm going to get you out of here," Jeni said as the bailiff took her away from Mort's space.
Jeni then got the directions to the D.A's office and went there as soon as she left the jail. She walked into the immaculate place and looked around. The secretary asked her if she needed anything. "Yes, I'd like to speak to the D.A. please."
The secretary nodded and paged his office. The D.A. walked out a moment later.
"Jenibelle Weston." Jeni got up and followed him to his office.
"What can I do for you ma'am?"
"I want to drop the charges against Morton Rainey," Jeni said quickly.
"If you want to drop the charges, you must at least have a good reason to. I mean, this guy attacked you in your own home, and he killed your dog," The D.A. ran his fingers through his thinning gray hair.
"He didn't assault me or kill my dog, someone else did, Mort was the one who called 911, not the other person."
"There was no other person, only Mort," Mr. Spelling (The D.A.) said.
"I am fully aware of what I am saying and I want to take all of the charges away, Mort should not be in jail," Jeni jumped up and leaned on Mr. Spelling's desk. "Please."
"I can get an arraignment and take the trial off of the court's calender. But I want you to be fully aware that you cannot charge him for the same things again."
Jeni nodded and he printed out some paperwork and asked her to sign it. Jeni did as she was told and left the office to go pick up Mort.
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"Jenibelle..." Jeni began as she entered the receptionists office once again.
"Weston, he's filling out some paperwork and getting his belongings back."
Jeni sat down in the waiting room, she waited a good 30 minutes when Mort finally came into her arms.
"I missed you so much," Jeni whispered into his shoulder.
"I've missed you too," Mort kissed her head and they both left the county jail.
Jeni got into her car and so did Mort. "We've got to head home as soon as possible, there was something wrong iwth it when I left. I don't know what Shooter did, buthe did something and its wasn't good," Jeni said quickly while she sped up on the highway.
"I've got a plan, and some new meds. I really think that we can do away with Shooter for good," Moprt smiled at Jeni sending a feel-good tingle through her body.
Jeni hurried home the rest of the way and finally she pulled into the driveway.
"My plan is to keep take the meds and don't stop, three times a day, and if Shooter gets out, we'll kill him," Mort said, realizing that if they killed Shooter, that they'd be killing him too.
"But-" Jeni started.
"No buts, we need to protect you from all harm, forever, whether I'm here or not."
Jeni and Mort headed into the house where they found inscribings of SHOOTER everywhere on the new paneling. "Oh shit," Mort said, rubbing his head.
"Has this happened before?" Jeni asked.
"I don't know," Mort said, looking around. /Why is a magazine ripped up on the floor?\
"Oh god, Mort, I am so scared," Jeni wrapped her arm around Mort.
"Mr. Rainey isn't here right now, Missy, but I am, and I'm really upset that you've dropped them charges that're against Mr. Rainey." Shooter held his arm around Jeni tightly.
"Mort, it's me, come one Mort, I love you Mort!" Jeni struggled against Shooter's grip. She looked at him but realizd it wasn't Shooter under that big black hat, it was Morton Rainey.
"Where's Shooter?" Jeni asked, confused.
"Right here, honey, and I'm not goin' away," Shooter dragged Jeni upsatirs to where she found the Secret Window.
"Leave Mort alone you hick bastard!" Jeni spit in Mort, or Shooter's, face.
"Now Missy, look what you've done, I'm not too happy about this," Shooter hit Jeni with his free hand and she ran into her desk.
"MOOOORTOOONNN!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Suddenly, Jeni grabbed the lamp off of the desk and whacked Mort in the side of the head, knocking him to the ground and apparently, unconcious.
Jeni stood over Mort for awhile until he stirred, she then grabbed the lamp again and telled, "Shooter, if that's you I'm gonna-"
"It's m-me," Mort sat up rubbing his bleeding skull.
"Oh god, I am so sorry, Mort. I was going to kill him,"Jeni got a damp washcloth from the bathroom and put it against Mort's forehead.
"You should, just kill him next time he lays a hand on you, I'm sure that if you kill him while he is me, than I will still be preseved in my body and be able to oome back as me." Jeni nodded as Mort explained to her that he wouldn't take his meds and do whatever Shooter would do.
"Isn't this going to be dangerous?" Jeni asked, worried.
"Life is dangerous, Jenibelle, and if life weren't dangerous, then there wouldn't be any fun," Mort let Jeni's head rest on his shoulder for awhile. He then picked her up and put her in her bed, then giving in and got into bed also, wanting to watch her sleep.
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This is it for the weekend, I am all out of creativity as you can tell by this chapter. I am so pooped. I could go take a nap. Talk to ya'll next weekend!
/...\- Morton Rainey's own thoughts.
(...)- Shooter inside Mort's head.
'...'- Jenibelle's thoughts.
*...*- Dreams.
Don't own anything associated with Secret Window, or Morton Rainey or anything like that. (I sure do wish that I owned Johnny Depp though...)
Living alone in the middle of the wilderness isn't exactly some people's ideas of luxury. But for Jenibelle Weston, it felt just right. People always thought of it to be a discomfited way to live. All of the people who populated the town in Tashmore Lake County had families and neighbors and friends. Not Jenibelle. Jeni loved living alone on the west side of Tashmore Lake, with acception of her dog, Leena.
Jennibelle just moved to Tashmore Lake County and was not familiar with the lake and it's history. Well, the history of Tashmore Lake is more about Morton Rainey, and the murders. The first time Jeni heard about the murders, she felt intrigued. Jenibelle greatly respected Mr. Rainey and always loved his published works. She never gave it a second thought, until now.
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Jenibelle awoke to the normal sounds of the wilderness on a sunny morning. Birds chirping, wind blowing, the ripples of the lake gliding towards the shore. Jeni felt as if nothing had happened. Like she never had met Mort or Shooter or been in an accident. She felt at ease. So at ease she went into the kitchen and made some corn. Jeni loved corn when she was a little girl, and she still does.
'I don't know what was wrong with me last night but now I can't take a shower. I totally smashed the door and broke that mirror. I don't even remember what made me go off like that.' Jeni thought to herself as she ate a whole dozen corn.
"I really have to get back to jail," Jeni thought aloud, then headed up to her bedroom to get dressed and ready to go.
Jenibelle made her way to her car, but noticed something different about her house. She didn't know what, but it was different. She quickly started up the engine and backed out of her driveway.
Jenibelle had been driving for about 15 mintures when the radio came on by itself. Since her car was kind of junky, this happened a lot, Jeni didn't think of it again.
Jeni pulled into the County Jail's parking lot. Carrying her tag, Jeni made her way into the jail. "Jenibelle Weston here to see Morton Rainey, I have a tag. I want a private session," Jeni said as soon as the receptionist called her name.
The receptionist seemed dissapointed that she couldn't ask any questions and told Jeni she knew where to go.
Jeni then got patted-down again and went into the room with the little glass boxes and the phones.
"Mort, Shooter was taunting me last night, he-" Mort hushed her.
"I know, I dreamt it. I felt Shooter leaving my body last night, which meant he was going to see you. He didn't come back until the dream was over. I was so worried. He taunted me all of the time," Mort cupped his hand around the receiver.
"You saw me go nuts and you saw him rip those blankets off of me?" Jeni was outraged. "Why didn't you stop him, Rainey, I was so scared."
"I can't stop him, he will not stop, not unless I keep taking my meds and stay out of tight spaces. When I'm in a corner or under something, he finds the weakness in me and gets out," Mort sighed.
"Where were you last night?"
"Solitary confinement. I stole some extra tylenol from the lady with the cart. Stupid bitch."
"I see," Jeni was concntrating. "How am I going to get you out of jail? I need you to help me."
"I'm hoping that maybe if you drop the charges than..."
"I never put up any charges against you," Jeni interupted.
"Shooter did." Mort and Jeni sat silent for a few moments.
"I'm going back to he D.A.'s office and dropping all of the charges, Mort, I'm going to get you out of here," Jeni said as the bailiff took her away from Mort's space.
Jeni then got the directions to the D.A's office and went there as soon as she left the jail. She walked into the immaculate place and looked around. The secretary asked her if she needed anything. "Yes, I'd like to speak to the D.A. please."
The secretary nodded and paged his office. The D.A. walked out a moment later.
"Jenibelle Weston." Jeni got up and followed him to his office.
"What can I do for you ma'am?"
"I want to drop the charges against Morton Rainey," Jeni said quickly.
"If you want to drop the charges, you must at least have a good reason to. I mean, this guy attacked you in your own home, and he killed your dog," The D.A. ran his fingers through his thinning gray hair.
"He didn't assault me or kill my dog, someone else did, Mort was the one who called 911, not the other person."
"There was no other person, only Mort," Mr. Spelling (The D.A.) said.
"I am fully aware of what I am saying and I want to take all of the charges away, Mort should not be in jail," Jeni jumped up and leaned on Mr. Spelling's desk. "Please."
"I can get an arraignment and take the trial off of the court's calender. But I want you to be fully aware that you cannot charge him for the same things again."
Jeni nodded and he printed out some paperwork and asked her to sign it. Jeni did as she was told and left the office to go pick up Mort.
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"Jenibelle..." Jeni began as she entered the receptionists office once again.
"Weston, he's filling out some paperwork and getting his belongings back."
Jeni sat down in the waiting room, she waited a good 30 minutes when Mort finally came into her arms.
"I missed you so much," Jeni whispered into his shoulder.
"I've missed you too," Mort kissed her head and they both left the county jail.
Jeni got into her car and so did Mort. "We've got to head home as soon as possible, there was something wrong iwth it when I left. I don't know what Shooter did, buthe did something and its wasn't good," Jeni said quickly while she sped up on the highway.
"I've got a plan, and some new meds. I really think that we can do away with Shooter for good," Moprt smiled at Jeni sending a feel-good tingle through her body.
Jeni hurried home the rest of the way and finally she pulled into the driveway.
"My plan is to keep take the meds and don't stop, three times a day, and if Shooter gets out, we'll kill him," Mort said, realizing that if they killed Shooter, that they'd be killing him too.
"But-" Jeni started.
"No buts, we need to protect you from all harm, forever, whether I'm here or not."
Jeni and Mort headed into the house where they found inscribings of SHOOTER everywhere on the new paneling. "Oh shit," Mort said, rubbing his head.
"Has this happened before?" Jeni asked.
"I don't know," Mort said, looking around. /Why is a magazine ripped up on the floor?\
"Oh god, Mort, I am so scared," Jeni wrapped her arm around Mort.
"Mr. Rainey isn't here right now, Missy, but I am, and I'm really upset that you've dropped them charges that're against Mr. Rainey." Shooter held his arm around Jeni tightly.
"Mort, it's me, come one Mort, I love you Mort!" Jeni struggled against Shooter's grip. She looked at him but realizd it wasn't Shooter under that big black hat, it was Morton Rainey.
"Where's Shooter?" Jeni asked, confused.
"Right here, honey, and I'm not goin' away," Shooter dragged Jeni upsatirs to where she found the Secret Window.
"Leave Mort alone you hick bastard!" Jeni spit in Mort, or Shooter's, face.
"Now Missy, look what you've done, I'm not too happy about this," Shooter hit Jeni with his free hand and she ran into her desk.
"MOOOORTOOONNN!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Suddenly, Jeni grabbed the lamp off of the desk and whacked Mort in the side of the head, knocking him to the ground and apparently, unconcious.
Jeni stood over Mort for awhile until he stirred, she then grabbed the lamp again and telled, "Shooter, if that's you I'm gonna-"
"It's m-me," Mort sat up rubbing his bleeding skull.
"Oh god, I am so sorry, Mort. I was going to kill him,"Jeni got a damp washcloth from the bathroom and put it against Mort's forehead.
"You should, just kill him next time he lays a hand on you, I'm sure that if you kill him while he is me, than I will still be preseved in my body and be able to oome back as me." Jeni nodded as Mort explained to her that he wouldn't take his meds and do whatever Shooter would do.
"Isn't this going to be dangerous?" Jeni asked, worried.
"Life is dangerous, Jenibelle, and if life weren't dangerous, then there wouldn't be any fun," Mort let Jeni's head rest on his shoulder for awhile. He then picked her up and put her in her bed, then giving in and got into bed also, wanting to watch her sleep.
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This is it for the weekend, I am all out of creativity as you can tell by this chapter. I am so pooped. I could go take a nap. Talk to ya'll next weekend!