Chapter 11: Not Giving Up On 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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Jeni dopped Mrs. Garvey off at the bus stop and gave her farewells, although she was thoroughly pleased that the woman was out of her hands. Jenibelle drove another 25 miles to, what she heard, what everyone else thought was the best attorney in a 50-mile radius. Jeni made her way into the building, not knowing what to do next.
The receptionist was much like the one at the jail. She asked the same questions. "Name, What are you doing here, etc."
Jeniblle stated that she was here to see the specialist defense attorney and she was here reguarding Morton Rainey's court case. The receptionist quickly buzzed the attorney, and waited a few moments for him to come out of his office.
"Mr. Jackson, this is Jenibelle Weston, she's here to ask you to represent Morton Rainey in court," the receptionist said.
"Ahh, Miss Weston, please, please, come in and have a seat," Mr. Jackson said, leading Jeni into his little office.
Mr. Jackson turned out to be a middle-aged colored man with a lot of wisdom and a whole lot more concern for the person asking for his help than the person who needed the help. "Miss Weston, what exactly are we dealing with here, a psycho?"
Jeni scoffed. "To put it stubbornly, yes," Mr. Jackson sighed. "But he's not an ordinary psycho, I killed the psycho in him."
Mr. Jackson looked at her. "Well, well, well then. Now, if your story was true and I wasn't such a pessimest, than I wouldn't help you. But since your story is unique and I work specially in unique cases, I will help you," Jeni jumped up happily, soon to be calmed down again by the attorney.
"I need to hear the third person's story. And nothing is to be left out, even the sappy things," Mr. Jackson winked, sitting back in his comfy leather chair.
"It all started when Mr. Rainey was in my house. I bought the house after he left for Pennsylvania and entered himself in a psych ward. He was in the midst of a good story. Mort woke up one day to his dog, Chico barking at someone at the door. That someone was John Shooter. John Shooter was fresh out of Mississippi. He claimed that Mort copied his story, but of course Mort had wrote it way before that John wrote it."
"So, lt me get this straight, the personality was out of Morton when he first met it?"
Jenibelle nodded, anxious to get to her story. "Shooter kept on harassing Mort. He killed Mort's dog, and some other people. That includes his wife and her boyfriend. Mort is now in jail for manslaughter and it's all Shooter's fault."
"Shooter did all of this, and you're sure of this?"
"Positive," Jeni sat up, eager to continue. "Plus, I killed Shooter so Mort is okay now, but nobody understands, and I don't know what to do," Jeni laid her head down on Mr. Jackson's desk.
"I am hoping you did this in self-defense?," he said.
"He threatened my life, isn't that enough?"
"That is enough, and I will take your word for it, but you will most certainly have to tell the truth on the stand," Mr. Jackson stood up.
"Really," Jeni jumped up and hugged him. "I will repay you, I will!" Jenibelle then began to exit the office.
"Miss Weston, I'd like to go see my client," Mr. Jackson said in an amused tone.
"Allright, do you want me to drive," Jeni nodded towards her vehicle.
Mr. Jackson laughed. "It's okay, I'll gladly drive."
Jeni and Mr. Jackson both understood what was going on with Mort. 'And hopefully,' Jeni thought. 'Mort will come out of this a whole new man.'
Soon enough, after frequent stops at the gas station and at the restaurant for some food, they finally made it back to jail, with enough time to spare before visiting time was over.
When Mort saw Jeni and Mr. Jackson he jumped up with a huge grin on his face. "Morton Rainey, sir, nice to meet you," Mr. Jackson took his hand.
Then Mort turned to Jeni with a twinkle in his eye. "I'm more than happy to see you," He then engulfed her in a giant hug, sending her emotions into a spiraling whirlwind.
"Mr. Rainey, you sure are in trouble, but I'm hoping to get you a 2 year sentence with probation. Pleading insanity."
Mort looked downcast then up at Jeni. "Whatever it takes to get me out of here sooner."
"I told him about Shooter," Jenibelle said suddenly.
"Good, so now he understands and I don't have to explain myself again," Mort sighed.
"I do understand, Mr. Rainey. I would also like to point out that you are very lucky to have a persistent girl on your side like Miss Weston here. I wouldn't have ever taken the case from just hearing your name."
Mort looked genuinely happy at this thought of Jenibelle being his girl, so while Mr. Jackson rambled on, he thought about it. /Jenibelle, my girl. I think I do love her. I do, and after I get out of this mess, I will most defiantly think of making her my girl for awhile.
"You get that, Mort?" Jeni placed her hand on top of his on the table. He smiled wider.
"Of course," Mort got up. The buzzer sounded. Jeni gave Mort's hand a quick squeeze before the guards handcuffed it.
"I will help you all I can Mort, I'm not giving up on you. I love you," Jeni said.
Mort heard her but couldn't answer back. he was being dragged away. Mr. Jackson put a comforting hand on Jenibelle's shoulder. "I'll make sure you two will make it through this."
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A.N.- Hopefully you liked that a little bit, just a little add-on. I'll update later on today, hopefully. I'll also update tomorrow a few times, I've got all day long! OMG, 21 stinking reviews, oh baby, oh baby! I think that is so awesome. I can't wait.
/...- 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 dopped Mrs. Garvey off at the bus stop and gave her farewells, although she was thoroughly pleased that the woman was out of her hands. Jenibelle drove another 25 miles to, what she heard, what everyone else thought was the best attorney in a 50-mile radius. Jeni made her way into the building, not knowing what to do next.
The receptionist was much like the one at the jail. She asked the same questions. "Name, What are you doing here, etc."
Jeniblle stated that she was here to see the specialist defense attorney and she was here reguarding Morton Rainey's court case. The receptionist quickly buzzed the attorney, and waited a few moments for him to come out of his office.
"Mr. Jackson, this is Jenibelle Weston, she's here to ask you to represent Morton Rainey in court," the receptionist said.
"Ahh, Miss Weston, please, please, come in and have a seat," Mr. Jackson said, leading Jeni into his little office.
Mr. Jackson turned out to be a middle-aged colored man with a lot of wisdom and a whole lot more concern for the person asking for his help than the person who needed the help. "Miss Weston, what exactly are we dealing with here, a psycho?"
Jeni scoffed. "To put it stubbornly, yes," Mr. Jackson sighed. "But he's not an ordinary psycho, I killed the psycho in him."
Mr. Jackson looked at her. "Well, well, well then. Now, if your story was true and I wasn't such a pessimest, than I wouldn't help you. But since your story is unique and I work specially in unique cases, I will help you," Jeni jumped up happily, soon to be calmed down again by the attorney.
"I need to hear the third person's story. And nothing is to be left out, even the sappy things," Mr. Jackson winked, sitting back in his comfy leather chair.
"It all started when Mr. Rainey was in my house. I bought the house after he left for Pennsylvania and entered himself in a psych ward. He was in the midst of a good story. Mort woke up one day to his dog, Chico barking at someone at the door. That someone was John Shooter. John Shooter was fresh out of Mississippi. He claimed that Mort copied his story, but of course Mort had wrote it way before that John wrote it."
"So, lt me get this straight, the personality was out of Morton when he first met it?"
Jenibelle nodded, anxious to get to her story. "Shooter kept on harassing Mort. He killed Mort's dog, and some other people. That includes his wife and her boyfriend. Mort is now in jail for manslaughter and it's all Shooter's fault."
"Shooter did all of this, and you're sure of this?"
"Positive," Jeni sat up, eager to continue. "Plus, I killed Shooter so Mort is okay now, but nobody understands, and I don't know what to do," Jeni laid her head down on Mr. Jackson's desk.
"I am hoping you did this in self-defense?," he said.
"He threatened my life, isn't that enough?"
"That is enough, and I will take your word for it, but you will most certainly have to tell the truth on the stand," Mr. Jackson stood up.
"Really," Jeni jumped up and hugged him. "I will repay you, I will!" Jenibelle then began to exit the office.
"Miss Weston, I'd like to go see my client," Mr. Jackson said in an amused tone.
"Allright, do you want me to drive," Jeni nodded towards her vehicle.
Mr. Jackson laughed. "It's okay, I'll gladly drive."
Jeni and Mr. Jackson both understood what was going on with Mort. 'And hopefully,' Jeni thought. 'Mort will come out of this a whole new man.'
Soon enough, after frequent stops at the gas station and at the restaurant for some food, they finally made it back to jail, with enough time to spare before visiting time was over.
When Mort saw Jeni and Mr. Jackson he jumped up with a huge grin on his face. "Morton Rainey, sir, nice to meet you," Mr. Jackson took his hand.
Then Mort turned to Jeni with a twinkle in his eye. "I'm more than happy to see you," He then engulfed her in a giant hug, sending her emotions into a spiraling whirlwind.
"Mr. Rainey, you sure are in trouble, but I'm hoping to get you a 2 year sentence with probation. Pleading insanity."
Mort looked downcast then up at Jeni. "Whatever it takes to get me out of here sooner."
"I told him about Shooter," Jenibelle said suddenly.
"Good, so now he understands and I don't have to explain myself again," Mort sighed.
"I do understand, Mr. Rainey. I would also like to point out that you are very lucky to have a persistent girl on your side like Miss Weston here. I wouldn't have ever taken the case from just hearing your name."
Mort looked genuinely happy at this thought of Jenibelle being his girl, so while Mr. Jackson rambled on, he thought about it. /Jenibelle, my girl. I think I do love her. I do, and after I get out of this mess, I will most defiantly think of making her my girl for awhile.
"You get that, Mort?" Jeni placed her hand on top of his on the table. He smiled wider.
"Of course," Mort got up. The buzzer sounded. Jeni gave Mort's hand a quick squeeze before the guards handcuffed it.
"I will help you all I can Mort, I'm not giving up on you. I love you," Jeni said.
Mort heard her but couldn't answer back. he was being dragged away. Mr. Jackson put a comforting hand on Jenibelle's shoulder. "I'll make sure you two will make it through this."
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A.N.- Hopefully you liked that a little bit, just a little add-on. I'll update later on today, hopefully. I'll also update tomorrow a few times, I've got all day long! OMG, 21 stinking reviews, oh baby, oh baby! I think that is so awesome. I can't wait.