Chapter five: Reunited After Too Long
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews everyone! == I feel so loved! :D Anyway please continue onto the fifth chapter. You know I wouldn't be writing if it wasn't without you all! So please keep reviewing and tell me what I'm doing wrong, if anything. Oh and here I'm back in Alana's POV.
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I continued to stand there, leaning against the old wooden boards of the cabin's porch, waiting to see my younger sister's little red car pull up. Then, I suddenly felt warm tears coming to my eyes. I was tired of it already, tired of Mort continuously being accused of things he didn't do. Or rather, things he didn't mean to do. I made up my mind a long time ago that the only reason why he decided to kill Kevin was to protect me. If he hadn't shot him, who knows what Kevin could have done. I shook my head, trying to forget all the horrible things that I had experienced, and wiped my eyes as I heard a car pull up. I tried to smile lightly, hoping Jamie would believe that, at the moment, nothing was bothering me. She parked her car and climbed out, carrying a small suitcase, then shut the door, running up the few porch steps and into my arms.
"Oh sis, are you alright?" she whispered in my ear, gently running her hands through my hair. "I was so worried about you. You sounded so horrible on the phone." she then pulled away, looking into my eyes. I nodded slowly as I led her inside.
"I don't think I'm all that great right now. I've felt better anyway. Go ahead and sit down, I'll get you something to drink. And just set your stuff down beside the couch." I said, getting two glasses down from the counter and filling them with water. I then joined Jamie on the couch, giving her a glass as she took a small sip.
"So, tell me what's up." she said, placing the cup on the coffee table in front of us. I looked at her and took a deep breath, hoping she wouldn't pass out from everything I was about to tell her.
"First off I think I should tell you that I am no longer dating Kevin." after I had finished that sentence she let out a deep breath, then smiled.
"That's a good thing to hear. I think he was just making your entire life miserable." she cleared her throat then took my hand in her own. "Please, go on." I nodded.
"Well about six months ago I met the man who lives here. His name is Mort Rainey and he's the most amazing guy I've ever met." I smiled a little, thinking about his remarkable brown eyes. "I think you'll love him, at least I know you'll love him a lot more than Kevin. But there's a problem...he's been accused of murdering five people. And I know he didn't do any of them..." I paused, thinking about what I just said. "...actually I take that back. I know he did kill one of the five. He...he killed Kevin." I looked away as Jamie covered her mouth with her hand, shaking her head somewhat.
"And you're in love with this guy?! Alana are you insane? He could possibly come after you next! I can't believe you are actually living with him!" she said as I stood up.
"No Jamie, you don't get it. He killed Kevin for a reason...Kevin was trying to hurt me so...so he shot him." I turned away from Jamie, my back now facing her as I tried fighting back even more tears. "Jamie, I love him. I love him with every fiber of my being, every beat of my heart...Jamie..." I turned around again, a tear rolling slowly down my cheek. "...I can't let them take him. He's in jail right now, the police just came by about an hour or so ago and put him behind bars. Jamie if it was just for me I'd try getting him out soon but I want him out as early as possible because..." I stopped for a moment, just letting her watch my eyes become filled with more and more tears. "...because I'm pregnant. He's the father and I can't let him miss a moment of my nine months. You understand me...don't you?" I bit my lower lip as she stood up, walking toward me and taking me in another strong hug.
"Alana...I had no idea. Of course I understand." she pulled away, looking me over. I noticed her eyes were also quickly filling with hot, warm tears. "This is what I'm going to do. Since I can tell just by the look in your eyes that you really do love him, we can go up to the police department, find out how much it will be to bail Mort out, and then...I'll give you my college fund money." she smiled and I shook my head.
"Jamie...you can't give me that! You've been saving since you were fifteen to go to college. I don't think I can just let you--"
"Think of it as a 'forgive me' gift...you know...for not communicating with you for three years." she said, cutting me off. "I also don't mind giving it to you because while you were telling me you loved Mort, I could tell you truly cared about him. I didn't see the same look in your eyes as I did when you told everyone you were in love with Kevin and that is how I knew." she continued smiling. "And another reason you deserve the money..." she pointed at my stomach and we both laughed lightly. "...is that little one right there. That child deserves to have his...or her...father with them from the beginning. And I want to be the best aunt a kid can have." by then she was grinning at me and I felt tears start to well up in my eyes again. "Alana, what's wrong? I thought you'd be happy about it." I nodded slowly as she wiped a few stray tears falling down my cheeks.
"I am, I am. That's the whole reason why I'm so...sad. You're such a great sister and I don't deserve you. But thank you for everything...if you really insist on giving me your college money I can't say no." I smiled at her somewhat, trying to keep myself from bursting into uncontrollable tears once again.
"Well what are we waiting for?" she laughed and took me by the hand, leading me toward the door. "We've got to get my brother in law out of jail and back into your arms. That baby isn't going to stop growing and we need him here soon." I grinned as I followed her to her car and climbed in, excited to see Mort. I was also worried about him, hoping he wasn't feeling too alone in a jail cell. I also wondered...if he was thinking about me. Jamie got in on the driver's side and we both buckled up, heading toward the direction of the police department. As we drove down the long road I whispered one last thing:
"Mort, honey...here I come."
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It had been about forty-five minutes ago when Mort had last heard Shooter's voice, and he was hoping he wouldn't have to hear it again. Thinking about Alana and his unborn child was bad enough without having Shooter putting his two cents in. He leaned back onto the cot, his hands folded behind his head as he began to wonder how long he would be in for. Two years? Twenty years? For life? He wasn't sure be he knew he had to get out somehow. There was no doubt, he was positive he killed Kevin, but he remembered nothing about killing Amy, Ted, or anyone else. Mort had always thought it could have been possibly Shooter who had killed them...but then again...wouldn't that mean, technically, it was him? He shook his head and got rid of the thought as he heard footsteps coming in his direction. Leaning on his elbow he looked to see who it was...it was a policeman. 'Oh great...' he thought to himself, just thinking about what he could be in for next. The man came right up the jail cell bars and called to Mort.
"Hey you. Come here." he said, as Mort got up and walked over to where the man was standing. "I just got a call from the Sheriff. Turns out your little girlfriend and her sister stopped by, asking him how much they had to pay to get you out of there." he shrugged slightly. "Looks like the Sheriff is making them pay forty thousand dollars to go back home. But...they've got the money and they should be by in about fifteen minutes to pick you up." Mort grinned and wanted to start dancing but he was somewhat afraid the police officer would think he was psycho. So all he did, was continue to smile.
"You're serious?" Mort asked, biting his lower lip. The policeman just nodded as they both heard a door open.
"Mort?" Mort closed his eyes to keep from crying as he heard Alana's voice calling him. "Mort?" she repeated.
"I'm over here Alana!" he yelled back, finally seeing her whole body come into view. Her face was tear-stained and her eyes were red but Mort no longer cared. She was here, to set him free, and he promised himself he'd never leave her again. When she approached the metal jail cell bars he held his hand out to her, and she took it. All she wanted to do right now...was hold him in her arms...and soon, she would do just that.
"Excuse me miss." the policeman said as he pushed his way past Alana to get the jail door open. Once he unlocked the door, Mort ran straight to Alana and gave her a gentle hug, remembering that she was pregnant.
"God, I missed you. I missed you so much." Alana said to Mort as all he could do was nod in agreement. She looked into his eyes and wiped some tears from his face with her thumb. "Now honey, let's go home."
A/N: Well there ya go...the FIFTH chapter! I've never gotten past like the second chapter in a story before! Plus...my writer's block is over!! Does it seem like a happy ending for Mort and Alana? Or do you think something...else...will happen? Well you're just going to have to contemplate it a while because only I know! Mwahahahaha! Anyway please Review!!!
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews everyone! == I feel so loved! :D Anyway please continue onto the fifth chapter. You know I wouldn't be writing if it wasn't without you all! So please keep reviewing and tell me what I'm doing wrong, if anything. Oh and here I'm back in Alana's POV.
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I continued to stand there, leaning against the old wooden boards of the cabin's porch, waiting to see my younger sister's little red car pull up. Then, I suddenly felt warm tears coming to my eyes. I was tired of it already, tired of Mort continuously being accused of things he didn't do. Or rather, things he didn't mean to do. I made up my mind a long time ago that the only reason why he decided to kill Kevin was to protect me. If he hadn't shot him, who knows what Kevin could have done. I shook my head, trying to forget all the horrible things that I had experienced, and wiped my eyes as I heard a car pull up. I tried to smile lightly, hoping Jamie would believe that, at the moment, nothing was bothering me. She parked her car and climbed out, carrying a small suitcase, then shut the door, running up the few porch steps and into my arms.
"Oh sis, are you alright?" she whispered in my ear, gently running her hands through my hair. "I was so worried about you. You sounded so horrible on the phone." she then pulled away, looking into my eyes. I nodded slowly as I led her inside.
"I don't think I'm all that great right now. I've felt better anyway. Go ahead and sit down, I'll get you something to drink. And just set your stuff down beside the couch." I said, getting two glasses down from the counter and filling them with water. I then joined Jamie on the couch, giving her a glass as she took a small sip.
"So, tell me what's up." she said, placing the cup on the coffee table in front of us. I looked at her and took a deep breath, hoping she wouldn't pass out from everything I was about to tell her.
"First off I think I should tell you that I am no longer dating Kevin." after I had finished that sentence she let out a deep breath, then smiled.
"That's a good thing to hear. I think he was just making your entire life miserable." she cleared her throat then took my hand in her own. "Please, go on." I nodded.
"Well about six months ago I met the man who lives here. His name is Mort Rainey and he's the most amazing guy I've ever met." I smiled a little, thinking about his remarkable brown eyes. "I think you'll love him, at least I know you'll love him a lot more than Kevin. But there's a problem...he's been accused of murdering five people. And I know he didn't do any of them..." I paused, thinking about what I just said. "...actually I take that back. I know he did kill one of the five. He...he killed Kevin." I looked away as Jamie covered her mouth with her hand, shaking her head somewhat.
"And you're in love with this guy?! Alana are you insane? He could possibly come after you next! I can't believe you are actually living with him!" she said as I stood up.
"No Jamie, you don't get it. He killed Kevin for a reason...Kevin was trying to hurt me so...so he shot him." I turned away from Jamie, my back now facing her as I tried fighting back even more tears. "Jamie, I love him. I love him with every fiber of my being, every beat of my heart...Jamie..." I turned around again, a tear rolling slowly down my cheek. "...I can't let them take him. He's in jail right now, the police just came by about an hour or so ago and put him behind bars. Jamie if it was just for me I'd try getting him out soon but I want him out as early as possible because..." I stopped for a moment, just letting her watch my eyes become filled with more and more tears. "...because I'm pregnant. He's the father and I can't let him miss a moment of my nine months. You understand me...don't you?" I bit my lower lip as she stood up, walking toward me and taking me in another strong hug.
"Alana...I had no idea. Of course I understand." she pulled away, looking me over. I noticed her eyes were also quickly filling with hot, warm tears. "This is what I'm going to do. Since I can tell just by the look in your eyes that you really do love him, we can go up to the police department, find out how much it will be to bail Mort out, and then...I'll give you my college fund money." she smiled and I shook my head.
"Jamie...you can't give me that! You've been saving since you were fifteen to go to college. I don't think I can just let you--"
"Think of it as a 'forgive me' gift...you know...for not communicating with you for three years." she said, cutting me off. "I also don't mind giving it to you because while you were telling me you loved Mort, I could tell you truly cared about him. I didn't see the same look in your eyes as I did when you told everyone you were in love with Kevin and that is how I knew." she continued smiling. "And another reason you deserve the money..." she pointed at my stomach and we both laughed lightly. "...is that little one right there. That child deserves to have his...or her...father with them from the beginning. And I want to be the best aunt a kid can have." by then she was grinning at me and I felt tears start to well up in my eyes again. "Alana, what's wrong? I thought you'd be happy about it." I nodded slowly as she wiped a few stray tears falling down my cheeks.
"I am, I am. That's the whole reason why I'm so...sad. You're such a great sister and I don't deserve you. But thank you for everything...if you really insist on giving me your college money I can't say no." I smiled at her somewhat, trying to keep myself from bursting into uncontrollable tears once again.
"Well what are we waiting for?" she laughed and took me by the hand, leading me toward the door. "We've got to get my brother in law out of jail and back into your arms. That baby isn't going to stop growing and we need him here soon." I grinned as I followed her to her car and climbed in, excited to see Mort. I was also worried about him, hoping he wasn't feeling too alone in a jail cell. I also wondered...if he was thinking about me. Jamie got in on the driver's side and we both buckled up, heading toward the direction of the police department. As we drove down the long road I whispered one last thing:
"Mort, honey...here I come."
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It had been about forty-five minutes ago when Mort had last heard Shooter's voice, and he was hoping he wouldn't have to hear it again. Thinking about Alana and his unborn child was bad enough without having Shooter putting his two cents in. He leaned back onto the cot, his hands folded behind his head as he began to wonder how long he would be in for. Two years? Twenty years? For life? He wasn't sure be he knew he had to get out somehow. There was no doubt, he was positive he killed Kevin, but he remembered nothing about killing Amy, Ted, or anyone else. Mort had always thought it could have been possibly Shooter who had killed them...but then again...wouldn't that mean, technically, it was him? He shook his head and got rid of the thought as he heard footsteps coming in his direction. Leaning on his elbow he looked to see who it was...it was a policeman. 'Oh great...' he thought to himself, just thinking about what he could be in for next. The man came right up the jail cell bars and called to Mort.
"Hey you. Come here." he said, as Mort got up and walked over to where the man was standing. "I just got a call from the Sheriff. Turns out your little girlfriend and her sister stopped by, asking him how much they had to pay to get you out of there." he shrugged slightly. "Looks like the Sheriff is making them pay forty thousand dollars to go back home. But...they've got the money and they should be by in about fifteen minutes to pick you up." Mort grinned and wanted to start dancing but he was somewhat afraid the police officer would think he was psycho. So all he did, was continue to smile.
"You're serious?" Mort asked, biting his lower lip. The policeman just nodded as they both heard a door open.
"Mort?" Mort closed his eyes to keep from crying as he heard Alana's voice calling him. "Mort?" she repeated.
"I'm over here Alana!" he yelled back, finally seeing her whole body come into view. Her face was tear-stained and her eyes were red but Mort no longer cared. She was here, to set him free, and he promised himself he'd never leave her again. When she approached the metal jail cell bars he held his hand out to her, and she took it. All she wanted to do right now...was hold him in her arms...and soon, she would do just that.
"Excuse me miss." the policeman said as he pushed his way past Alana to get the jail door open. Once he unlocked the door, Mort ran straight to Alana and gave her a gentle hug, remembering that she was pregnant.
"God, I missed you. I missed you so much." Alana said to Mort as all he could do was nod in agreement. She looked into his eyes and wiped some tears from his face with her thumb. "Now honey, let's go home."
A/N: Well there ya go...the FIFTH chapter! I've never gotten past like the second chapter in a story before! Plus...my writer's block is over!! Does it seem like a happy ending for Mort and Alana? Or do you think something...else...will happen? Well you're just going to have to contemplate it a while because only I know! Mwahahahaha! Anyway please Review!!!