Chapter 10: I'll Always Be With You.
/...- 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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Mrs. Garvey and Jeni sat in silence the whole way into town. Suddenly, Mrs. Garvey perked up. "Oooh, Ooh, Jenibelle, I remember something now!"
Jeni smiled and gave Mrs. Garvey her full attention. "About Mort?" She turned off the radio.
"Yes," Mrs. Garvey cleared her throat and turned towars Jeni, as if to give a huge speech. "He and his wife, Amy, had been going through a bitter divorce. Right?"
Jeni nodded, eager for her to go on. She pulled into the County Jail parking lot but sat for a little bit, waiting for Mrs. Garvey.
"Well, someone burnt Amy's house down, which meant that Amy and Mort had to go to the insurance company and tell them all of the things that got ruined," Mrs. Garvey reached for the door handle, but Jeni shook her head.
"I want you to finish," she said.
"Allright, dear," Mrs. Garvey cleared her throat again. "I don't remember anything else."
Jeni nodded, diapointed, and got out of her car. "Allright, let's go see Mort."
Mrs. Garvey followed Jenibelle through the winding hallways and up the elevator, as if she were a frightened little child. "I've never been in one of these before," she kept on saying.
"I know where to go," Jeni repeated for about the 100th time it seemed.
Jenibelle finally reached the floor where she was told that Mort was being held. The high vault area. There were guards around every corner, checking Mrs. Garvey's purse.
They stopped at the final gate before going into the waiting room so the cop could check Mrs. Garvey's bag.
She reluctantly held out her bag. "Oh jeesh, how many darn times do we have to do this?" She asked stubbornly. "I don't have nothing," She leaned in towards the cop. "That's what I told the other 15 cops that made me hand over my purse. I bet all of the things I have in order are all messed up, now I won't remember where everything is!"
Jeni and the cop shared a brief chuckle then she procceded into the waiting room once again.
Jeni went up to the desk and told the receptionist, "Jenibelle Weston to see Morton Rainey with a visitor."
The receptionist beconed to have her go sit back down and Jeni did as she was told. She sits with Mrs. Garvey, who is going through some booklets on 'Is your son/daughter a jevenille delinqent?' Jeni smiled briefly and picked up a magazine and skims through it.
"Jenibelle WEston, please return the the desk," The receptionist says after 20 minutes of sitting. Mrs. Garvey sighs loudly with a retorted look to teh receptionist.
"Can we go in now?" Jeni asks, impatient.
"Do you want a private chat?"
"No, I have a visitor."
"Okay, go in the 2nd room on your right," The receptionist smiles politley.
Mrs. Garvey sighs again after they get out of the room. "Boy oh boy, my poor buttocks," Jeni laughs as Mrs. Garvey's purse gets checked again.
Mrs. Garvey hastily grabs her pocketbook from the cop. "How do I know that you're not looking at my credit card numbers," she says greedily.
The cop looks strucken as he lets Jenibelle and Mrs. Garvey in the room in which they would chat with Mort.
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Mort is already sitting at the table when Mrs. Garvey and Jeni walk in. He gives a quick smle to Jeni than looks reluctantly over at Mrs. Garvey.
"Oh, what a pleasent surprise," he says sarcasticly.
Mrs. Garvey pokes him in the breast. "Mr. Rainey, you've got yourself in a little bit of a pickle here, I don't think you should be reckoning the worst."
Jeni shrugs and settles Mort down before they all get kicked out. "Mort, you need to tell me everything from the beginning to the end," she sees the reluctant look in Mort's eye. "Please."
"Allright," Mort clears his throat and begins. "It was a dark stormy night..."
"Mort!" Jeni exclaims, not sure whether she's shocked he's acting like this or that she was amused.
"No, I'm just adding some spice to it. Allright. It was one of those mornings. The mornings at the lake. Nice ones. Anyway. I heard someone kncok at the door and Chico was going crazy. I got up and looked to see who it was and it was Shooter, with his hat on, telling me that I stole his story."
Jeni stopped him there. "So he was out of your body?"
Mort nooded and continued. "It's all downhill from there. He kills my dog, my best attorney and good friend, a local guy, my wife, her boyfriend. It's endless."
Jeni nodded. "You're skimming it. There was something else," she paused for a moment. "You and your wife," she saw Mort tense. "What happened?"
"I knew she was cheating for years, there was no doubt. She moved up to the lake with me and things were great, we'd go on vacations and have fun. But all of a sudden she wasn't there anymore. She would't be home. I'd go looking for her. Finally I found her, in a hotel, with some..."
Mort bent over, Jeni patted his back. "It's okay, Mort, shhh, It's okay," even Mrs. Garvey looked sad.
"Oh you poor thing," she said.
Mort sniffed. "I'm okay," he sat back up.
"I don't know why you're here," Jenibelle said.
"Well, I'm accused of manslaughter. What else reason do you need?"
"I want you out of here. I need to get us a lawyer. Okay? I'm going to help you Mort," Jeni stood up.
"You have to go now?" Mort pleaded with his eyes. "I don't want to be alone."
Jeni choked. She embraced him tightly, then kissed him. "I'm with you all of the time, Mort." She backed towards the door.
Mrs. Garvey waved goodbye and followed Jeni out.
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It's Thursday, why am I updating for you guys. More reviews! Or else! I probably won't see you this weekend. So sorry. See you next chapter is more appropriate.
/...- 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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Mrs. Garvey and Jeni sat in silence the whole way into town. Suddenly, Mrs. Garvey perked up. "Oooh, Ooh, Jenibelle, I remember something now!"
Jeni smiled and gave Mrs. Garvey her full attention. "About Mort?" She turned off the radio.
"Yes," Mrs. Garvey cleared her throat and turned towars Jeni, as if to give a huge speech. "He and his wife, Amy, had been going through a bitter divorce. Right?"
Jeni nodded, eager for her to go on. She pulled into the County Jail parking lot but sat for a little bit, waiting for Mrs. Garvey.
"Well, someone burnt Amy's house down, which meant that Amy and Mort had to go to the insurance company and tell them all of the things that got ruined," Mrs. Garvey reached for the door handle, but Jeni shook her head.
"I want you to finish," she said.
"Allright, dear," Mrs. Garvey cleared her throat again. "I don't remember anything else."
Jeni nodded, diapointed, and got out of her car. "Allright, let's go see Mort."
Mrs. Garvey followed Jenibelle through the winding hallways and up the elevator, as if she were a frightened little child. "I've never been in one of these before," she kept on saying.
"I know where to go," Jeni repeated for about the 100th time it seemed.
Jenibelle finally reached the floor where she was told that Mort was being held. The high vault area. There were guards around every corner, checking Mrs. Garvey's purse.
They stopped at the final gate before going into the waiting room so the cop could check Mrs. Garvey's bag.
She reluctantly held out her bag. "Oh jeesh, how many darn times do we have to do this?" She asked stubbornly. "I don't have nothing," She leaned in towards the cop. "That's what I told the other 15 cops that made me hand over my purse. I bet all of the things I have in order are all messed up, now I won't remember where everything is!"
Jeni and the cop shared a brief chuckle then she procceded into the waiting room once again.
Jeni went up to the desk and told the receptionist, "Jenibelle Weston to see Morton Rainey with a visitor."
The receptionist beconed to have her go sit back down and Jeni did as she was told. She sits with Mrs. Garvey, who is going through some booklets on 'Is your son/daughter a jevenille delinqent?' Jeni smiled briefly and picked up a magazine and skims through it.
"Jenibelle WEston, please return the the desk," The receptionist says after 20 minutes of sitting. Mrs. Garvey sighs loudly with a retorted look to teh receptionist.
"Can we go in now?" Jeni asks, impatient.
"Do you want a private chat?"
"No, I have a visitor."
"Okay, go in the 2nd room on your right," The receptionist smiles politley.
Mrs. Garvey sighs again after they get out of the room. "Boy oh boy, my poor buttocks," Jeni laughs as Mrs. Garvey's purse gets checked again.
Mrs. Garvey hastily grabs her pocketbook from the cop. "How do I know that you're not looking at my credit card numbers," she says greedily.
The cop looks strucken as he lets Jenibelle and Mrs. Garvey in the room in which they would chat with Mort.
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Mort is already sitting at the table when Mrs. Garvey and Jeni walk in. He gives a quick smle to Jeni than looks reluctantly over at Mrs. Garvey.
"Oh, what a pleasent surprise," he says sarcasticly.
Mrs. Garvey pokes him in the breast. "Mr. Rainey, you've got yourself in a little bit of a pickle here, I don't think you should be reckoning the worst."
Jeni shrugs and settles Mort down before they all get kicked out. "Mort, you need to tell me everything from the beginning to the end," she sees the reluctant look in Mort's eye. "Please."
"Allright," Mort clears his throat and begins. "It was a dark stormy night..."
"Mort!" Jeni exclaims, not sure whether she's shocked he's acting like this or that she was amused.
"No, I'm just adding some spice to it. Allright. It was one of those mornings. The mornings at the lake. Nice ones. Anyway. I heard someone kncok at the door and Chico was going crazy. I got up and looked to see who it was and it was Shooter, with his hat on, telling me that I stole his story."
Jeni stopped him there. "So he was out of your body?"
Mort nooded and continued. "It's all downhill from there. He kills my dog, my best attorney and good friend, a local guy, my wife, her boyfriend. It's endless."
Jeni nodded. "You're skimming it. There was something else," she paused for a moment. "You and your wife," she saw Mort tense. "What happened?"
"I knew she was cheating for years, there was no doubt. She moved up to the lake with me and things were great, we'd go on vacations and have fun. But all of a sudden she wasn't there anymore. She would't be home. I'd go looking for her. Finally I found her, in a hotel, with some..."
Mort bent over, Jeni patted his back. "It's okay, Mort, shhh, It's okay," even Mrs. Garvey looked sad.
"Oh you poor thing," she said.
Mort sniffed. "I'm okay," he sat back up.
"I don't know why you're here," Jenibelle said.
"Well, I'm accused of manslaughter. What else reason do you need?"
"I want you out of here. I need to get us a lawyer. Okay? I'm going to help you Mort," Jeni stood up.
"You have to go now?" Mort pleaded with his eyes. "I don't want to be alone."
Jeni choked. She embraced him tightly, then kissed him. "I'm with you all of the time, Mort." She backed towards the door.
Mrs. Garvey waved goodbye and followed Jeni out.
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It's Thursday, why am I updating for you guys. More reviews! Or else! I probably won't see you this weekend. So sorry. See you next chapter is more appropriate.