Chapter 11: Not Giving Up On You.
/...- Morton Rainey's own thoughts.
(...)- Shooter inside Mort's head.
'...'- Jenibelle's thoughts.
...- Dreams.
[...] - Story Sequence.
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 was so glad to make it home okay, without any disturbances. She happily pulled into her driveway, still aware of the weirdness of her house. 'It looks so damn strange.' Jeni thought, looking around the corner. She couldn't find anything so she just gave in and went into the house.
Jeni hastily threw her keys on the end table and took off her coat and put it on the chair in the living room. She pulled back her hair into a bun and headed into the kitchen to make some type of late-night dinner.
"Oh jesus, I don't have anything but Ramen Noodles and hot cocoa," Jeni said as she pulled out a package of hard noodles.
She began cooking and suddenly felt the urge that someone was in her house, like the feeling that she wasn't alone. Jeni went upstairs and looked around, finding that it was nothing and went back in the kitchen to find that the noodles she was making were boiling and water was everywhere.
"Oh shit," Jeni said as she bent over with paper towels to clean up her mess. She turned off the water and drained the noodles, and added the packet of seasoning. She sat down at her desk in the balcony room, curled up in her old bathrobe and a pair of baggy sweat pants. "I have so been neglecting my work."
Jenibelle quickly signed onto her computer and began typing away at word.
[Gabby grabbed Tom's hand before he could get away, she was terribly afraid that his temper would leak out and do something rational. But all of a sudden, their lips met and Gabby forgot all of the things that happened. She suddenly felt overwhelming happiness.]
"Oh god, too sappy," Jeni thought aloud, deleting the piece she just wrote. She was having the worst case of writer's block and the things going on with Mort were not helping.
'I just should go to bed.' Jeni thought. 'But first..' She sniffed the armpits of her shirt and pulled a disgusted look. 'Gross.' She thought, as she walked into the bathroom to bathe.
Jenibelle was quickly out of the shower and feeling way too sleepy to write, she turned off her computer and retired to bed. She clicked off the light.
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Jeni awoke around 11 the next morning. "Oh shit," she said, sitting up. She had to meet with Mort at noon. She quickyl got up with her matted hair flying everywhere and pulled on some old jeans and a Rolling Stones t- shirt. She pulled on a pair of shoes and grabbed her keys and walked out the door.
'Oh jesus, I'm never on time for this shit.' Jenibelle thought as she put the car into reverse and backed out of her driveway. She turned on the radio.
Walking through the cross fire heart
Feeling heavy and hopeless.
Wonderin' how I ever will see through this darkness.
Every drop of blood can be so beautiful,
And I sure was bleedin' the drops by the bucketful....
Jeni loved this song and she knew it well, she even replaced the words she with he. She sang along with all she had and she let her emotions show. I have the strength to endure/ and all the love so pure
I have the strength to endure/ because... because...
Jeni let the tears fall as she belted out the lines I'm not afraid to tell him just how things work.
Ride a hurricane through the fast lane
Always looking over my shoulder He said, "there's something about you,
And neon lights always glow hot.
Baby we can see this through,
Just give me all the strength you've got." Jeniebelle wiped the tears already dripping onto her jeans. I have the strength to endure/ and all the love so pure.
I have the strength to endure/ because... because... I'm not afraid to tell him just how things work.
Ride a hurricane through the fast lane
Always looking over my shoulder He said, "there's something about you,
And neon lights always glow hot.
Baby we can see this through,
Just give me all the strength you've got " I have strength to endure/ and all the love so pure
I have strength to endure/ because... because...
Jeni pulled over and leaned her head on the steering wheel. She let the tears come, knowing that this was the time to get it out. She could never cry in front of Mort, that would make it hopeless. She then put her car into reverse and drove again towards the County Jail. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------
Jenibelle arrived at the jail 15 minutes late. Mr. Jackson and Mort were already talking. Jeni quickly ran in to greet them. She kissed Mr. Jackson politley then collapsed into Mort's arms, sobbing loudly.
Mort wiped the tears flowing down her cheeks. "Oh, Jeni, don't cry. I've got it all worked out," Mort pulled Jenibelle closer and she then pulled back, embarassed she was acting like this. She sat down in the metal chair next to him, grasping his hand tightly.
"Allright," Mr. Jackson began. "I spoke to a few of my colleges and they are willing to help. Right now they're choosing the jury. I'm thinking that this will make it to the Supreme Court and I told them you didn't want any cameas admitted into the building, knowing that Mr. Rainey here is not a very nice man on film."
Mort nodded. Jeni was confused. "Why the Supreme Court, it's jst a simple manslaughter case," Mr. Jackson shook his head,
"It's now a murder case," Mort looked over to Jeni, expecting her to say something, hoping she'd say something.
"It doesn't change this one bit," he said. "We'v got to be strong now, more than ever.
The song kept playing over and over in Jeni's head. I have the strength to endure/ and all the love so pure.
"We can do this, Jenibelle, we can, we have to fight this will all we've got," Mort leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
Jeni nodded, moving in closer towards him. She was ready for whatever came her way.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------- A.N.- I know, I know, my spacing is so screwed up. I don't know why. By the way, that song is called Strength To Endure by Dee Dee Ramone/ Daniel Rey. I don't want to get in trouble for changing the him and the he words, so sorry, please don't sure me!
/...- Morton Rainey's own thoughts.
(...)- Shooter inside Mort's head.
'...'- Jenibelle's thoughts.
...- Dreams.
[...] - Story Sequence.
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.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------
Jenibelle was so glad to make it home okay, without any disturbances. She happily pulled into her driveway, still aware of the weirdness of her house. 'It looks so damn strange.' Jeni thought, looking around the corner. She couldn't find anything so she just gave in and went into the house.
Jeni hastily threw her keys on the end table and took off her coat and put it on the chair in the living room. She pulled back her hair into a bun and headed into the kitchen to make some type of late-night dinner.
"Oh jesus, I don't have anything but Ramen Noodles and hot cocoa," Jeni said as she pulled out a package of hard noodles.
She began cooking and suddenly felt the urge that someone was in her house, like the feeling that she wasn't alone. Jeni went upstairs and looked around, finding that it was nothing and went back in the kitchen to find that the noodles she was making were boiling and water was everywhere.
"Oh shit," Jeni said as she bent over with paper towels to clean up her mess. She turned off the water and drained the noodles, and added the packet of seasoning. She sat down at her desk in the balcony room, curled up in her old bathrobe and a pair of baggy sweat pants. "I have so been neglecting my work."
Jenibelle quickly signed onto her computer and began typing away at word.
[Gabby grabbed Tom's hand before he could get away, she was terribly afraid that his temper would leak out and do something rational. But all of a sudden, their lips met and Gabby forgot all of the things that happened. She suddenly felt overwhelming happiness.]
"Oh god, too sappy," Jeni thought aloud, deleting the piece she just wrote. She was having the worst case of writer's block and the things going on with Mort were not helping.
'I just should go to bed.' Jeni thought. 'But first..' She sniffed the armpits of her shirt and pulled a disgusted look. 'Gross.' She thought, as she walked into the bathroom to bathe.
Jenibelle was quickly out of the shower and feeling way too sleepy to write, she turned off her computer and retired to bed. She clicked off the light.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------
Jeni awoke around 11 the next morning. "Oh shit," she said, sitting up. She had to meet with Mort at noon. She quickyl got up with her matted hair flying everywhere and pulled on some old jeans and a Rolling Stones t- shirt. She pulled on a pair of shoes and grabbed her keys and walked out the door.
'Oh jesus, I'm never on time for this shit.' Jenibelle thought as she put the car into reverse and backed out of her driveway. She turned on the radio.
Walking through the cross fire heart
Feeling heavy and hopeless.
Wonderin' how I ever will see through this darkness.
Every drop of blood can be so beautiful,
And I sure was bleedin' the drops by the bucketful....
Jeni loved this song and she knew it well, she even replaced the words she with he. She sang along with all she had and she let her emotions show. I have the strength to endure/ and all the love so pure
I have the strength to endure/ because... because...
Jeni let the tears fall as she belted out the lines I'm not afraid to tell him just how things work.
Ride a hurricane through the fast lane
Always looking over my shoulder He said, "there's something about you,
And neon lights always glow hot.
Baby we can see this through,
Just give me all the strength you've got." Jeniebelle wiped the tears already dripping onto her jeans. I have the strength to endure/ and all the love so pure.
I have the strength to endure/ because... because... I'm not afraid to tell him just how things work.
Ride a hurricane through the fast lane
Always looking over my shoulder He said, "there's something about you,
And neon lights always glow hot.
Baby we can see this through,
Just give me all the strength you've got " I have strength to endure/ and all the love so pure
I have strength to endure/ because... because...
Jeni pulled over and leaned her head on the steering wheel. She let the tears come, knowing that this was the time to get it out. She could never cry in front of Mort, that would make it hopeless. She then put her car into reverse and drove again towards the County Jail. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------
Jenibelle arrived at the jail 15 minutes late. Mr. Jackson and Mort were already talking. Jeni quickly ran in to greet them. She kissed Mr. Jackson politley then collapsed into Mort's arms, sobbing loudly.
Mort wiped the tears flowing down her cheeks. "Oh, Jeni, don't cry. I've got it all worked out," Mort pulled Jenibelle closer and she then pulled back, embarassed she was acting like this. She sat down in the metal chair next to him, grasping his hand tightly.
"Allright," Mr. Jackson began. "I spoke to a few of my colleges and they are willing to help. Right now they're choosing the jury. I'm thinking that this will make it to the Supreme Court and I told them you didn't want any cameas admitted into the building, knowing that Mr. Rainey here is not a very nice man on film."
Mort nodded. Jeni was confused. "Why the Supreme Court, it's jst a simple manslaughter case," Mr. Jackson shook his head,
"It's now a murder case," Mort looked over to Jeni, expecting her to say something, hoping she'd say something.
"It doesn't change this one bit," he said. "We'v got to be strong now, more than ever.
The song kept playing over and over in Jeni's head. I have the strength to endure/ and all the love so pure.
"We can do this, Jenibelle, we can, we have to fight this will all we've got," Mort leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
Jeni nodded, moving in closer towards him. She was ready for whatever came her way.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------- A.N.- I know, I know, my spacing is so screwed up. I don't know why. By the way, that song is called Strength To Endure by Dee Dee Ramone/ Daniel Rey. I don't want to get in trouble for changing the him and the he words, so sorry, please don't sure me!