Chapter 9: Mort's Past.
/...\- 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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Jeni was exausted when she pulled into her driveway at home. She didn't realize that the terrible things going on would attract the Media. There were news crews and broadcasting companies everywhere, just begging to get the story out.
Jeni qucikly made her way into her house and told everyone that they should leave and that she's got nothing to say.
'Oh god, I wish Mort would be okay.' Jeni went up to her bathroom where the mirror and shower door were replaced and took a long hot shower.
She got out 15 minutes later. Jeni heard a crash downstairs. "Helooo?" She quickly wrapped a robe around herself and left the bathroom.
Jenibelle grabbed her pistol and headed downstairs. "Is there anyone in here?" Jeni called.
Another noise sounded from the living room. Jeni went there and found a girl, about 28 years of age. "What are you doing in my home?" Jeni asked, lowering her weapon.
The girl turned around and faced Jenibelle. "I believe you," she said.
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"I worked for Mr. Rainey for many many years. He and his wife were going through a bitter divorce and he wasn't doing too good on his stories," said Mrs. Garvey.
"And Mort showed weirdness back then too?" Jeni asked, serving Mrs. Garvey a cup of coffee.
"Not until this older man, he wore a black preacher's hat, kept pestering him," Mrs. Garvey took a sip of her coffee.
"John Shooter?" Jeni asked.
"Yes, thats him!" Mrs. Garvey exclaimed.
"Go on," Jeni persued.
"Well, that's all I know, I didn't come back, I was too afraid," Mrs. Garvey put he head down.
"Thanks so much for your infromation, Mrs. Garvey," Jeni got up. "Where are you staying?"
"I don't know," Mrs. Garvey said cheerfully, picking up her purse.
"Well, why don't you stay here?" Jeni lead Mrs. Garvey to Mort's couch and got her something to sleep on.
"Oh boy," Mrs. Garvey said, rubbing the couch. "This was Mr. Rainey's favorite couch. He slept almost 16 hours everyday."
"Wow," Jeni said, surprised. "Well, I must be getting to bed, you sleep well Mrs. Garvey, and please, do not hesitate to ask for anything."
"Oh, thank you dear, goodnight," Mrs. Garvey laid back on the pillow and fell asleep.
Jeni went back up to her room and changed into an old t-shirt, she got into bed and fell asleep.
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Jeni woke when the sun rose, which was unusual for her. She got up and went into the balcony-room, looking over the railing. "Where's Mrs. Garvey?" She though aloud.
Jenibelle made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. Mrs. Garvey was making some breakfast. "Oh you shouldn't have," Jeni said, smiling as she set the table.
"I absolutley love cooking, dear, but Mr. Rainey only ate Ramen Noodles and Dortitoes," Mrs. Garvey chuckled and set the eggs down on Jeni's plate.
"Thanks," Jeni said, digging into her breakfast.
You know, dear, if you ever need someone to do the housework for you, I'm right here," Mrs. Garvey said, sitting down across from Jeni.
"Thanks, Mrs. Garvey, but I must be going, I need to get down to the County Jail to go see Mort," Jeni got up quickly and got her coat, not realizing she was still in her ratty old t-shirt.
"I'll go with you, just not when you're dressed like that, deary," Mrs. Garvey chuckled.
Jeni headed upstairs to get dressed. She chose some tan pants, white sneakers, and a grey hoodie. "Alright, I'm ready, Mrs. Garvey," Jeni called downstairs.
"Allrighty, dear," Jeni heard Mrs. Garvey walk outside.
Jeni soon left the house and got into the car where Mrs. Garvey was waiting for her patiently.
"To the County Jail," Mrs. Garvey said proudly.
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No reviewing I see, well no updating..muchacha. Next weekend ya'll!
/...\- 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.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------
Jeni was exausted when she pulled into her driveway at home. She didn't realize that the terrible things going on would attract the Media. There were news crews and broadcasting companies everywhere, just begging to get the story out.
Jeni qucikly made her way into her house and told everyone that they should leave and that she's got nothing to say.
'Oh god, I wish Mort would be okay.' Jeni went up to her bathroom where the mirror and shower door were replaced and took a long hot shower.
She got out 15 minutes later. Jeni heard a crash downstairs. "Helooo?" She quickly wrapped a robe around herself and left the bathroom.
Jenibelle grabbed her pistol and headed downstairs. "Is there anyone in here?" Jeni called.
Another noise sounded from the living room. Jeni went there and found a girl, about 28 years of age. "What are you doing in my home?" Jeni asked, lowering her weapon.
The girl turned around and faced Jenibelle. "I believe you," she said.
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"I worked for Mr. Rainey for many many years. He and his wife were going through a bitter divorce and he wasn't doing too good on his stories," said Mrs. Garvey.
"And Mort showed weirdness back then too?" Jeni asked, serving Mrs. Garvey a cup of coffee.
"Not until this older man, he wore a black preacher's hat, kept pestering him," Mrs. Garvey took a sip of her coffee.
"John Shooter?" Jeni asked.
"Yes, thats him!" Mrs. Garvey exclaimed.
"Go on," Jeni persued.
"Well, that's all I know, I didn't come back, I was too afraid," Mrs. Garvey put he head down.
"Thanks so much for your infromation, Mrs. Garvey," Jeni got up. "Where are you staying?"
"I don't know," Mrs. Garvey said cheerfully, picking up her purse.
"Well, why don't you stay here?" Jeni lead Mrs. Garvey to Mort's couch and got her something to sleep on.
"Oh boy," Mrs. Garvey said, rubbing the couch. "This was Mr. Rainey's favorite couch. He slept almost 16 hours everyday."
"Wow," Jeni said, surprised. "Well, I must be getting to bed, you sleep well Mrs. Garvey, and please, do not hesitate to ask for anything."
"Oh, thank you dear, goodnight," Mrs. Garvey laid back on the pillow and fell asleep.
Jeni went back up to her room and changed into an old t-shirt, she got into bed and fell asleep.
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Jeni woke when the sun rose, which was unusual for her. She got up and went into the balcony-room, looking over the railing. "Where's Mrs. Garvey?" She though aloud.
Jenibelle made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. Mrs. Garvey was making some breakfast. "Oh you shouldn't have," Jeni said, smiling as she set the table.
"I absolutley love cooking, dear, but Mr. Rainey only ate Ramen Noodles and Dortitoes," Mrs. Garvey chuckled and set the eggs down on Jeni's plate.
"Thanks," Jeni said, digging into her breakfast.
You know, dear, if you ever need someone to do the housework for you, I'm right here," Mrs. Garvey said, sitting down across from Jeni.
"Thanks, Mrs. Garvey, but I must be going, I need to get down to the County Jail to go see Mort," Jeni got up quickly and got her coat, not realizing she was still in her ratty old t-shirt.
"I'll go with you, just not when you're dressed like that, deary," Mrs. Garvey chuckled.
Jeni headed upstairs to get dressed. She chose some tan pants, white sneakers, and a grey hoodie. "Alright, I'm ready, Mrs. Garvey," Jeni called downstairs.
"Allrighty, dear," Jeni heard Mrs. Garvey walk outside.
Jeni soon left the house and got into the car where Mrs. Garvey was waiting for her patiently.
"To the County Jail," Mrs. Garvey said proudly.
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No reviewing I see, well no updating..muchacha. Next weekend ya'll!