Chapter 15: The Verdict and One Happy Ending.
/...- 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 left the courthouse with tears rolling down her cheeks. She was terribly shooken up and all she wanted to do was to get home. The news crews were bombarding her with all questions imaginable.
"Miss Weston, are you really pregnant with Mort's baby?"
"Is Mort's split the father?"
"Are you sure that Mort is real?"
Jeni just pushed them out of the way. It wasn't a long drive to her apartment and there were tons of cameras there too. Jeni quickly escaped into her elevator and pressed the number 3 button.
After about 5 minutes Jeni finally got to her floor and into her room. She quickly undressed and hopped into the shower. Jenibelle felt completley exausted, so she went right to bed.
"Miss Weston, you are accused of murdering Mr. Rainey, how do you plead?" The judge said.
"Not guilty, your honor," Jeni stood up taking Shooter's hand.
"And is Mr. Shooter your witness?"
"He's also my fiance!" Jeni said, jumping up and down.
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Jeni awoke around 9 the next morning covered in a cold sweat, she was trembling all over. "Oh jesus," she said, wiping the excess sweat off of her forehead.
Jenibelle got up from her bed and made her way into the beathroom. She looked into the mirror at her worn-down face. She rubbed her eyes excessively and flushed her face with cold water.
Jeni left the bathroom and entered the kitchen and grabbed a bowl, a spoon some almost rotten milk and a box of cheerios with the expiration date being a week ago. Jeni poured the cheerios into the bowl with milk and dug in, not noticing she was getting a little bit of protein in her breakfast if she had counted the billions of ants.
As soon as she was done eating Jeni went into her bedroom and started getting ready in fear that she would be late again. She turned on the t.v. in the midst of brushing her teeth. She sat on the couch, watching the news.
"Miss Jenieblle Weston refused to commment yesterday but we did get this much out of her," the t.v. anchorwoman said.
"I believe Shooter is dead and if you don't know who Shooter is than fck off!" A voice said that was clearly not Jeni's.
Jenibelle became outraged since she dropped her toothbrush on the floor. She screamed at the t.v., spitting toothpaste everywhere. "You arfing anchorwoman, I ouffa krill you!"
Jeni finally realized she was making and idiot out of herself and picked up her toothbrush and went back into the bathroom to spit out what was the rest of the toothpaste in her mouth. She wiped her lips on a nearby towel and went into her bedroom to put on her skirt.
'I cannot believe they are making some other woman pretend to be me, that wasn't even my voice!' Jeni thought, zipping the zipper to her skirt. She pulled a blouse over her head and proclaimed herself ready an hour before she was supposed to leave.
Jeni laid down for a little bit, hoping to gain some of the sleep she had lost over the last 2 1/2 days. She awoke at exactly the right time to leave. Jeni straightened out her shirt and left her apartment.
Pretty soon Jenibelle was once again bombarded by t.v. crews. This time Jeni stopped to give a comment. "I would like to proclaim that the voice used on this mornings news was not mine and I would never say a thing like that, ever. I know what you people do, you twist words around and I do not like it. So you'd better get this straight or I'll have you sued."
Jeni walked away extremly proud of herself. She entered the courtroom with a little bit more hope.
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"Please rise," the bailiff said as he handed the judge a piece of paper.
The judge unfolded the paper and read aloud. "The defendant, Morton Rainey was found not guilty of the crime commited and he is sentenced to 1/2 a year in a detention center for special cases of MPD," the judge banged his gavel and stood to leave.
Mort jumped up immediantly and hugged Jeni, who was sobbing uncontrolably. She was so happy. "Oh Mort, you're going to be okay with me, I love you Mort," she repeated over and over.
They broke away briefly so Mort could shake hands with people. Jeni and Mort walked out of the courthouse together and hoped it would be their last time in there.
They paused once again in front of Jeni's car to kiss breifly before they both got in and headed towards the apartment.
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-5 years Later...-
"Moooort!" Jenieblle called from her kitchen in their new home in Mississippi.
A little boy about 3 years old came waddling towards his mother. "Momma," he said as Jeni set him up on his highchair.
Mort soon came into the kitchen giving Jeni a quick kiss. "Looks good, Momma," he said, sitting down, rubbing his hands.
"Good enough for you to wash your hands for," Jeni said scoffingly.
"Is little Dakota ready for supper?" Mort asked, rubbing the little boy's blonde hair. Dakota nodded.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, Jeni got up from the table to go see who it was. She unlocked all three of the locks and opened the door.
"Just a---"
Jeni paused. The man at the porch looked up under the rim of his hat. "Don't you dare think that I'm done with you." He then rose his hand and thrust it deep into Jeni's throat.
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A.N.- Was it good? Was it good? Oh please tell me if you like the ending, and if not I can make up the alternate if you want. Hopefully there were no spelling errors and I hope you liked reading my story as much as I liked writing it for all of you. Thanks to all who reviewed and hopefully I'll get a couple more! Much love all of you! See ya'll later!
/...- 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 left the courthouse with tears rolling down her cheeks. She was terribly shooken up and all she wanted to do was to get home. The news crews were bombarding her with all questions imaginable.
"Miss Weston, are you really pregnant with Mort's baby?"
"Is Mort's split the father?"
"Are you sure that Mort is real?"
Jeni just pushed them out of the way. It wasn't a long drive to her apartment and there were tons of cameras there too. Jeni quickly escaped into her elevator and pressed the number 3 button.
After about 5 minutes Jeni finally got to her floor and into her room. She quickly undressed and hopped into the shower. Jenibelle felt completley exausted, so she went right to bed.
"Miss Weston, you are accused of murdering Mr. Rainey, how do you plead?" The judge said.
"Not guilty, your honor," Jeni stood up taking Shooter's hand.
"And is Mr. Shooter your witness?"
"He's also my fiance!" Jeni said, jumping up and down.
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Jeni awoke around 9 the next morning covered in a cold sweat, she was trembling all over. "Oh jesus," she said, wiping the excess sweat off of her forehead.
Jenibelle got up from her bed and made her way into the beathroom. She looked into the mirror at her worn-down face. She rubbed her eyes excessively and flushed her face with cold water.
Jeni left the bathroom and entered the kitchen and grabbed a bowl, a spoon some almost rotten milk and a box of cheerios with the expiration date being a week ago. Jeni poured the cheerios into the bowl with milk and dug in, not noticing she was getting a little bit of protein in her breakfast if she had counted the billions of ants.
As soon as she was done eating Jeni went into her bedroom and started getting ready in fear that she would be late again. She turned on the t.v. in the midst of brushing her teeth. She sat on the couch, watching the news.
"Miss Jenieblle Weston refused to commment yesterday but we did get this much out of her," the t.v. anchorwoman said.
"I believe Shooter is dead and if you don't know who Shooter is than fck off!" A voice said that was clearly not Jeni's.
Jenibelle became outraged since she dropped her toothbrush on the floor. She screamed at the t.v., spitting toothpaste everywhere. "You arfing anchorwoman, I ouffa krill you!"
Jeni finally realized she was making and idiot out of herself and picked up her toothbrush and went back into the bathroom to spit out what was the rest of the toothpaste in her mouth. She wiped her lips on a nearby towel and went into her bedroom to put on her skirt.
'I cannot believe they are making some other woman pretend to be me, that wasn't even my voice!' Jeni thought, zipping the zipper to her skirt. She pulled a blouse over her head and proclaimed herself ready an hour before she was supposed to leave.
Jeni laid down for a little bit, hoping to gain some of the sleep she had lost over the last 2 1/2 days. She awoke at exactly the right time to leave. Jeni straightened out her shirt and left her apartment.
Pretty soon Jenibelle was once again bombarded by t.v. crews. This time Jeni stopped to give a comment. "I would like to proclaim that the voice used on this mornings news was not mine and I would never say a thing like that, ever. I know what you people do, you twist words around and I do not like it. So you'd better get this straight or I'll have you sued."
Jeni walked away extremly proud of herself. She entered the courtroom with a little bit more hope.
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"Please rise," the bailiff said as he handed the judge a piece of paper.
The judge unfolded the paper and read aloud. "The defendant, Morton Rainey was found not guilty of the crime commited and he is sentenced to 1/2 a year in a detention center for special cases of MPD," the judge banged his gavel and stood to leave.
Mort jumped up immediantly and hugged Jeni, who was sobbing uncontrolably. She was so happy. "Oh Mort, you're going to be okay with me, I love you Mort," she repeated over and over.
They broke away briefly so Mort could shake hands with people. Jeni and Mort walked out of the courthouse together and hoped it would be their last time in there.
They paused once again in front of Jeni's car to kiss breifly before they both got in and headed towards the apartment.
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-5 years Later...-
"Moooort!" Jenieblle called from her kitchen in their new home in Mississippi.
A little boy about 3 years old came waddling towards his mother. "Momma," he said as Jeni set him up on his highchair.
Mort soon came into the kitchen giving Jeni a quick kiss. "Looks good, Momma," he said, sitting down, rubbing his hands.
"Good enough for you to wash your hands for," Jeni said scoffingly.
"Is little Dakota ready for supper?" Mort asked, rubbing the little boy's blonde hair. Dakota nodded.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, Jeni got up from the table to go see who it was. She unlocked all three of the locks and opened the door.
"Just a---"
Jeni paused. The man at the porch looked up under the rim of his hat. "Don't you dare think that I'm done with you." He then rose his hand and thrust it deep into Jeni's throat.
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A.N.- Was it good? Was it good? Oh please tell me if you like the ending, and if not I can make up the alternate if you want. Hopefully there were no spelling errors and I hope you liked reading my story as much as I liked writing it for all of you. Thanks to all who reviewed and hopefully I'll get a couple more! Much love all of you! See ya'll later!