Chapter 13: Only Time Can Tell.
/...- 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 walked out of the jail inspired. She knew the court date. June 21st. That date sounded familiar. She didn't want to think about it.
Jeni stopped at a McDonalds and got some food to eat, she pulled into the parking lot of an old Department Store and ate her lunch, thinking.
'Mort is going to have to tell his side of the story, since there is no Shooter to interupt anything, we'll be okay.'
Jeni finished her food and threw it on the floor of her car. She pulled out of the parking lot. 'Where are the tunes today?' She thought, turning on the radio. She finally found an oldies station and listened for awhile.
It took another 45 minutes for Jeni to get home. She pulled into her driveway and got out of her car. She was so fed up with looking at her house, she decided to go and investigate.
She went around the corner, looking in the shed and in the garden. She looked up and saw that the Secret Window was open. 'I don't remember leaving that open.' She thought, leaving the garden and going into the house.
Jeni walked upstairs, looking behind the dresser and checking to see if the window really was open. It wasn't. Jeni backed up, right into the dresser, knocking it over. "Oh shit," she said after it had crashed on the ground. She picked up the drawers and tried to recover the papers everywhere. Jeni picked up the thing and looked in the back of it. She found a packet of papers in the back, stuck between two loose drawers.
'I wonder, I wonder.' Jeni thought, looking at the papers.
The title was Secret Window. Jeni looked at it, she knew it so well. "Why would Mort hide this back here?" She thought aloud.
Jenieblle skimmed back to the last page. She looked at the last paragraph. There was red pen surrounding it and next to it in red ink it said, 'Fix my story.'- J. Shooter.
Jeni dropped the papers on the floor and ran downstairs, and collapsed on the red couch. She wiped the drops of sweat off of her forehead. "Oh jesus," she said, looking up at the balcony room.
A shadow moved across the top floor. Jeni jumped up. "Who's there?" She asked, looking around.
She got a poker from the fireplace, and went upstairs. "Miss Weston, I'm not sure if you're aware of this but I am here forever, whether you like it or not."
Jeni suddenly felt a force pushing her backwards, she tumbled down the steps and landed at the bottom, slightly stricken, with no bruises.
"Mr. Shooter, I do not know what you want with me!" Jeni shouted threateningly. "I killed you Shooter, and I will do it again and again until you are so sick of dying! I do not know what you want from Mort or from me. He fixed your goddamn story and he has proof, all over his books! Mr. Shooter, you are an evil person and I am warning you, I will not stop here!"
Jeni suddenly saw a gun pointed at her chest, she stood up as the gun followed her. The click sounded. Jeni saw the bullet going towards her chest.
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Jeniebelle awoke with half of her hamburger squished to her face. Sweat was pouring down her body and she was trembling terribly. "It was just a dream," she repeated over and over as she drove back towards home.
Jeni finally got home around 1:40 a.m. She walked into her home and collapsed on the couch, falling back into a dream-ridden sleep.
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Mort sat up in his cot. "Oh frick," he said, awaking his jail-mate.
"What's up, little buddy?" The big black man said, patting Mort's back with his enourmous hand.
"I'm afraid for this girl, back home," The man chuckled. "I really love her."
"Let me put it this way, man. If they were there for you when you got put into jail, there is a way that they will show up to get you out, no doubt about it." He sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
"I understand," Mort began.
"My wife and my 2 year old daughter watched me get dragged off. I only beat those men because they threatened me. No body understood, no one ever will," the man fell back onto his pillow.
"I didn't beat anyone, I killed someone," Mort said, also falling back.
"Killing someone isn't so bad," the man laughed. "Just put it this way, if you wanted to kill them so badly, then they must not've been very good people anyway...so why waste your time?"
Mort laughed. He was truly moved by this guy. "That's a good way of putting it," He said.
"It's Quincy," the man said, sticking his hand down so Mort could shake it. "We've never been formally introduced.
"Mort," he said.
"Nice to meet you Mort, who'd ya kill?" He asked. Mort could tell he was smiling, you could feel it in his voice.
"Supposedly my wife and her boyfriend and a few other people," Mort said. "I have a split."
"Oooh, that's reasonable," Quincy shushed Mort.
The guard came knocking at their cell. "Quiet in there, or you're going in confinement for the rest of the week," he said.
"Oh bug off, ass," Quincy said after he left, causing Mort to laugh.
"You're cool, Quincy," he said.
"You're cool too, Morton," Quincy said. Mor could hear the cot squeak and he knew that Q had turned over.
/As long as I've got a big guy on my side, I'll be okay.
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When Jenibelle awoke the next morning, she noticed that she didn't have to go anywhere today. She was entirely rested and she decided to lounge around all morning.
She made breakfast and sat on her red couch. 'I sure do hope that the dream I had yesterday doesn't really happen.'
Jeni soon got bored and went outside with one of Mort's books. She laid down in the hammock stretched out on the front porch and began to read.
Jenibelle soon fell asleep. Not because the book is boring, because she was tired. 'I am really sleepy today.' she thought.
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Around noon Jenibelle finally awoke. She got up off of the hammock and proceeded to go get dressed. She had to go see Mort.
As soon as she was done, Jeni got into her car and drove towards County Jail. She had been driving awhile when she saw someone in the road. She pulled over and quickly got out of her car.
Jeni knelt next to the person finding that their neck was slit and they had a screwdriver in their throat.
"Oh jesus, help me!" Jeni called out to no one. Jeni ran back to her car and drove off towards the hospital. She quickly ran in through the Emergency room, knocking over a nurse.
"Someone was killed, out there!" She yelled at the nurse, pulling her up and beckoning her to call someone.
"Call someone!" Jeni yelled. She then exited the hospital, only to find that the ambulance was ready to follow her.
Jenibelle led them right to the body. She knelt once again next to the young girl. The paramedic soon joined her.
"This is too sad," he whispered.
Jeni nodded as she was excorted by the policeman to the station.
On the way there Jeni was hysterical. "MORT RAINEY DIDN'T DO IT, HOW COULD HE, HE'S IN JAIL FOR GOD'S SAKE!" Jeni screamed at the cop.
They pulled into the station. Jeni got out in handcuffs. "Why are you treating me like this, I'm a witness," she pleaded.
"You were not very well contained, we needed to do something."
Jeni reluctantly followed them into questioning. "You cannot blame this on Mort Rainey, he is in jail. I know who did it. I know!" Jeni shouted as she was forced into a chair.
The examiner paced. "I don't know what you are talking about. We were not blaming Mort, we wanted to hear what happened with him so we can start finding out what happened out there in that cabin."
Jeni sat back, shocked. 'They want to help us, they do this time, now all I have to do is to tell them, everything.'
And so she did, and they listened, without interuption. Jeni was relieved at the end. 'Now only time can tell.'
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A.N.- Ack, that chapter just seemed to drag on and on and on. I don't like that one. Review if you do! Thanks to all of my reviewers. From the first: In The Depp End, Jack-Sparrow-Lover, and Dawnie-7, to all of you guys. Isabelle Depp, and Kurama 13. You all gaveme 25 reviews and I am so happy! Are you ready for the twist? I'm not sure even I am! See you next chapter.
/...- 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 walked out of the jail inspired. She knew the court date. June 21st. That date sounded familiar. She didn't want to think about it.
Jeni stopped at a McDonalds and got some food to eat, she pulled into the parking lot of an old Department Store and ate her lunch, thinking.
'Mort is going to have to tell his side of the story, since there is no Shooter to interupt anything, we'll be okay.'
Jeni finished her food and threw it on the floor of her car. She pulled out of the parking lot. 'Where are the tunes today?' She thought, turning on the radio. She finally found an oldies station and listened for awhile.
It took another 45 minutes for Jeni to get home. She pulled into her driveway and got out of her car. She was so fed up with looking at her house, she decided to go and investigate.
She went around the corner, looking in the shed and in the garden. She looked up and saw that the Secret Window was open. 'I don't remember leaving that open.' She thought, leaving the garden and going into the house.
Jeni walked upstairs, looking behind the dresser and checking to see if the window really was open. It wasn't. Jeni backed up, right into the dresser, knocking it over. "Oh shit," she said after it had crashed on the ground. She picked up the drawers and tried to recover the papers everywhere. Jeni picked up the thing and looked in the back of it. She found a packet of papers in the back, stuck between two loose drawers.
'I wonder, I wonder.' Jeni thought, looking at the papers.
The title was Secret Window. Jeni looked at it, she knew it so well. "Why would Mort hide this back here?" She thought aloud.
Jenieblle skimmed back to the last page. She looked at the last paragraph. There was red pen surrounding it and next to it in red ink it said, 'Fix my story.'- J. Shooter.
Jeni dropped the papers on the floor and ran downstairs, and collapsed on the red couch. She wiped the drops of sweat off of her forehead. "Oh jesus," she said, looking up at the balcony room.
A shadow moved across the top floor. Jeni jumped up. "Who's there?" She asked, looking around.
She got a poker from the fireplace, and went upstairs. "Miss Weston, I'm not sure if you're aware of this but I am here forever, whether you like it or not."
Jeni suddenly felt a force pushing her backwards, she tumbled down the steps and landed at the bottom, slightly stricken, with no bruises.
"Mr. Shooter, I do not know what you want with me!" Jeni shouted threateningly. "I killed you Shooter, and I will do it again and again until you are so sick of dying! I do not know what you want from Mort or from me. He fixed your goddamn story and he has proof, all over his books! Mr. Shooter, you are an evil person and I am warning you, I will not stop here!"
Jeni suddenly saw a gun pointed at her chest, she stood up as the gun followed her. The click sounded. Jeni saw the bullet going towards her chest.
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Jeniebelle awoke with half of her hamburger squished to her face. Sweat was pouring down her body and she was trembling terribly. "It was just a dream," she repeated over and over as she drove back towards home.
Jeni finally got home around 1:40 a.m. She walked into her home and collapsed on the couch, falling back into a dream-ridden sleep.
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Mort sat up in his cot. "Oh frick," he said, awaking his jail-mate.
"What's up, little buddy?" The big black man said, patting Mort's back with his enourmous hand.
"I'm afraid for this girl, back home," The man chuckled. "I really love her."
"Let me put it this way, man. If they were there for you when you got put into jail, there is a way that they will show up to get you out, no doubt about it." He sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
"I understand," Mort began.
"My wife and my 2 year old daughter watched me get dragged off. I only beat those men because they threatened me. No body understood, no one ever will," the man fell back onto his pillow.
"I didn't beat anyone, I killed someone," Mort said, also falling back.
"Killing someone isn't so bad," the man laughed. "Just put it this way, if you wanted to kill them so badly, then they must not've been very good people anyway...so why waste your time?"
Mort laughed. He was truly moved by this guy. "That's a good way of putting it," He said.
"It's Quincy," the man said, sticking his hand down so Mort could shake it. "We've never been formally introduced.
"Mort," he said.
"Nice to meet you Mort, who'd ya kill?" He asked. Mort could tell he was smiling, you could feel it in his voice.
"Supposedly my wife and her boyfriend and a few other people," Mort said. "I have a split."
"Oooh, that's reasonable," Quincy shushed Mort.
The guard came knocking at their cell. "Quiet in there, or you're going in confinement for the rest of the week," he said.
"Oh bug off, ass," Quincy said after he left, causing Mort to laugh.
"You're cool, Quincy," he said.
"You're cool too, Morton," Quincy said. Mor could hear the cot squeak and he knew that Q had turned over.
/As long as I've got a big guy on my side, I'll be okay.
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When Jenibelle awoke the next morning, she noticed that she didn't have to go anywhere today. She was entirely rested and she decided to lounge around all morning.
She made breakfast and sat on her red couch. 'I sure do hope that the dream I had yesterday doesn't really happen.'
Jeni soon got bored and went outside with one of Mort's books. She laid down in the hammock stretched out on the front porch and began to read.
Jenibelle soon fell asleep. Not because the book is boring, because she was tired. 'I am really sleepy today.' she thought.
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Around noon Jenibelle finally awoke. She got up off of the hammock and proceeded to go get dressed. She had to go see Mort.
As soon as she was done, Jeni got into her car and drove towards County Jail. She had been driving awhile when she saw someone in the road. She pulled over and quickly got out of her car.
Jeni knelt next to the person finding that their neck was slit and they had a screwdriver in their throat.
"Oh jesus, help me!" Jeni called out to no one. Jeni ran back to her car and drove off towards the hospital. She quickly ran in through the Emergency room, knocking over a nurse.
"Someone was killed, out there!" She yelled at the nurse, pulling her up and beckoning her to call someone.
"Call someone!" Jeni yelled. She then exited the hospital, only to find that the ambulance was ready to follow her.
Jenibelle led them right to the body. She knelt once again next to the young girl. The paramedic soon joined her.
"This is too sad," he whispered.
Jeni nodded as she was excorted by the policeman to the station.
On the way there Jeni was hysterical. "MORT RAINEY DIDN'T DO IT, HOW COULD HE, HE'S IN JAIL FOR GOD'S SAKE!" Jeni screamed at the cop.
They pulled into the station. Jeni got out in handcuffs. "Why are you treating me like this, I'm a witness," she pleaded.
"You were not very well contained, we needed to do something."
Jeni reluctantly followed them into questioning. "You cannot blame this on Mort Rainey, he is in jail. I know who did it. I know!" Jeni shouted as she was forced into a chair.
The examiner paced. "I don't know what you are talking about. We were not blaming Mort, we wanted to hear what happened with him so we can start finding out what happened out there in that cabin."
Jeni sat back, shocked. 'They want to help us, they do this time, now all I have to do is to tell them, everything.'
And so she did, and they listened, without interuption. Jeni was relieved at the end. 'Now only time can tell.'
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A.N.- Ack, that chapter just seemed to drag on and on and on. I don't like that one. Review if you do! Thanks to all of my reviewers. From the first: In The Depp End, Jack-Sparrow-Lover, and Dawnie-7, to all of you guys. Isabelle Depp, and Kurama 13. You all gaveme 25 reviews and I am so happy! Are you ready for the twist? I'm not sure even I am! See you next chapter.