Chapter six: Questions and Answers
A/N: I have to apologize for my extensive delay. I've been in the process of moving for the longest time and I've just recently been able to get a computer. Also...I FINALLY HAVE SECRET WINDOW ON DVD!!! Hopefully all you Secret Window fans also have it! :) Anyway I have gotten the sixth chapter down...hope you all haven't given up on me!
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ALANA'S POV
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We were finally home. Back to the temporary safety center for Mort. After the events that had just happened, no one was really sure of what to do next. Jamie asked if she could make dinner and I told her yes. Mort and I wanted to rest, so we sat on the couch next to each other. I laid my head on his shoulder, grateful that he was home and he lightly kissed the top of my head. I held his hand in my own and gently squeezed it, thinking about the answers to the questions I've been wanting to know.
"Mort...what do you think about...me being pregnant?" I asked him, looking up to meet his almond-brown eyes. He looked back into mine and smiled, kissing my forehead.
"Alana, I couldn't ask for anything more. When I was married to Amy, we were supposed to be expecting a child..." he paused for a moment and turned his face away from mine, a look of sadness in his eyes. "...but things being as they were, Amy had a miscarriage and we didn't want to lose another baby...so we decided not to even try again." he smiled a little, and I could tell it was just to cover up his pain. "But I knew in her heart she wasn't ready for the responsibility of a baby. Other things were too important for her...the thing is..." he stopped again, trying to think of the right words to say. "...she never really thought about my feelings. She never asked what I had wanted and even though it sounds selfish, you think she would have at least...wondered." He swallowed and I noticed, this was hurting him more than I knew. I gently touched his cheek with my hand, trying to let him know how much I cared about him. "That's all past though. I now have you and a baby I've wanted for years. Thank you so much for giving it to me." I smiled and nodded.
"No problem. Anything for you sweetheart." I kissed his lips firmly before standing up. "I think I'll go upstairs for a bit. Jamie, call me when the food is finished." I said before walking into our bedroom.
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Third-person POV
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Mort continued to sit alone on the couch, feeling nothing but happiness. He leaned his head back as he heard Jamie begin to hum to herself. Smiling, he instantly recognized the song. It was the first song he heard Alana sing a few days ago. Since it was just starting to get dark out, he decided to sit on the porch. Walking out he glanced to his left as he heard the faint footsteps of someone nearing him.
"I see you've finally gotten yourself out of jail. It seems Alana's taken a great liking to you and you must feel the same about her." Shooter said to him. Mort clenched his teeth together in an attempt to try and ignore him. "You know you can't get rid of me, Pilgrim. Not unless you killed me...but if you did that, you'd practically have to kill yourself, correct?" Mort shut his eyes.
"For once, why can't you just leave me the fuck alone? I want to be normal...and happy. Shooter just leave!" he yelled, his eyes still shut tightly.
"You haven't told her about me have you? She has to find out sometime, and we both know she will. You keep putting it off, hoping I'll go away but I won't. Since you've decided not to tell her, I guess I'll have to take over and just show her who the real Mort Rainey is." he said as Mort covered his ears.
"Shooter...please...don't..." were Mort's final words before he blacked out.
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Alana's POV
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I began cleaning up a few things around our room before walking back down the stairs. I looked over to the couch, and noticed Mort was no longer there. "Jamie, where did Mort go? Did you happen to notice?" I asked her and she shrugged.
"No sorry, I didn't even hear him get up. You know how I get sometimes when I zone out." she said, laughing a little. I nodded and looked toward the door, seeing Mort's silhouette just outside. I smiled and pointed toward the door.
"I found him." I said, opening the door somewhat to find him standing perfectly still, his hands on the porch railing, leaning against it. Walking toward him I gently put a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?" I asked as he quickly turned around, grabbing my wrist.
"Hello there little missy. You're quite purty you know that?" he said, a southern accent tone in his voice. I tried getting free from his grasp but he had a strong hold on it.
"Mort, what is the matter with you?" Looking in his eyes I noticed they weren't the same gorgeous brown ones I had known so well. They were a dark brown, almost black color, full of hatred and anger. For some reason I got the vibe that this wasn't my Mort...it couldn't be.
"Oh nothing's the matter with me dear. Mort couldn't tell you on his own about me so I told him I'd show you everything. The only thing he asked is for me to not hurt you or your baby." he looked into the house, noticing Jamie. "But he said nothing about her."
"You will not touch her. Whatever you are, you're not Mort and you won't hurt anybody." with my free hand I slapped his face as hard as I could. He looked back at me and grinned, getting an even stronger hold on my wrist. I almost screamed from the pain I was feeling.
"No no, you better not make a sound. If you do, I will kill you right here and now do you understand me? I told Mort that he wasn't ever supposed to love another woman because of what Amy did to him. But he's already fallen too deep for you. And it looks like I may have to do to you, what I did to her." he said and my eyes widened.
"You killed them...all of them?" I asked, when suddenly his eyes changed color. I knew Mort was back. He looked at my wrist and let it go quickly, taking me into a strong hug.
"Alana...what did he do to you?" he asked me, checking me all over and finally ending at my wrist. There were dark marks of where his fingers had tightly held onto it. I shook my head.
"Mort I'm fine. But who...who was that? It couldn't have been you...could it?" I looked at him as we walked inside. He also shook his head and sat me down on the couch, looking straight at him.
"I think there's a few things you may need to know."
A/N: End of chapter six! Hope you enjoyed it and I know this chapter isn't as long as the other ones but I'm writing this at like 11:30PM and I'm TIRED! Since I watched Secret Window again (and I will many times more XD) I hope that I will get everything right, as in personality-wise. Anyway I think I'm going to sleep...please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!
A/N: I have to apologize for my extensive delay. I've been in the process of moving for the longest time and I've just recently been able to get a computer. Also...I FINALLY HAVE SECRET WINDOW ON DVD!!! Hopefully all you Secret Window fans also have it! :) Anyway I have gotten the sixth chapter down...hope you all haven't given up on me!
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ALANA'S POV
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We were finally home. Back to the temporary safety center for Mort. After the events that had just happened, no one was really sure of what to do next. Jamie asked if she could make dinner and I told her yes. Mort and I wanted to rest, so we sat on the couch next to each other. I laid my head on his shoulder, grateful that he was home and he lightly kissed the top of my head. I held his hand in my own and gently squeezed it, thinking about the answers to the questions I've been wanting to know.
"Mort...what do you think about...me being pregnant?" I asked him, looking up to meet his almond-brown eyes. He looked back into mine and smiled, kissing my forehead.
"Alana, I couldn't ask for anything more. When I was married to Amy, we were supposed to be expecting a child..." he paused for a moment and turned his face away from mine, a look of sadness in his eyes. "...but things being as they were, Amy had a miscarriage and we didn't want to lose another baby...so we decided not to even try again." he smiled a little, and I could tell it was just to cover up his pain. "But I knew in her heart she wasn't ready for the responsibility of a baby. Other things were too important for her...the thing is..." he stopped again, trying to think of the right words to say. "...she never really thought about my feelings. She never asked what I had wanted and even though it sounds selfish, you think she would have at least...wondered." He swallowed and I noticed, this was hurting him more than I knew. I gently touched his cheek with my hand, trying to let him know how much I cared about him. "That's all past though. I now have you and a baby I've wanted for years. Thank you so much for giving it to me." I smiled and nodded.
"No problem. Anything for you sweetheart." I kissed his lips firmly before standing up. "I think I'll go upstairs for a bit. Jamie, call me when the food is finished." I said before walking into our bedroom.
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Third-person POV
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Mort continued to sit alone on the couch, feeling nothing but happiness. He leaned his head back as he heard Jamie begin to hum to herself. Smiling, he instantly recognized the song. It was the first song he heard Alana sing a few days ago. Since it was just starting to get dark out, he decided to sit on the porch. Walking out he glanced to his left as he heard the faint footsteps of someone nearing him.
"I see you've finally gotten yourself out of jail. It seems Alana's taken a great liking to you and you must feel the same about her." Shooter said to him. Mort clenched his teeth together in an attempt to try and ignore him. "You know you can't get rid of me, Pilgrim. Not unless you killed me...but if you did that, you'd practically have to kill yourself, correct?" Mort shut his eyes.
"For once, why can't you just leave me the fuck alone? I want to be normal...and happy. Shooter just leave!" he yelled, his eyes still shut tightly.
"You haven't told her about me have you? She has to find out sometime, and we both know she will. You keep putting it off, hoping I'll go away but I won't. Since you've decided not to tell her, I guess I'll have to take over and just show her who the real Mort Rainey is." he said as Mort covered his ears.
"Shooter...please...don't..." were Mort's final words before he blacked out.
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Alana's POV
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I began cleaning up a few things around our room before walking back down the stairs. I looked over to the couch, and noticed Mort was no longer there. "Jamie, where did Mort go? Did you happen to notice?" I asked her and she shrugged.
"No sorry, I didn't even hear him get up. You know how I get sometimes when I zone out." she said, laughing a little. I nodded and looked toward the door, seeing Mort's silhouette just outside. I smiled and pointed toward the door.
"I found him." I said, opening the door somewhat to find him standing perfectly still, his hands on the porch railing, leaning against it. Walking toward him I gently put a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?" I asked as he quickly turned around, grabbing my wrist.
"Hello there little missy. You're quite purty you know that?" he said, a southern accent tone in his voice. I tried getting free from his grasp but he had a strong hold on it.
"Mort, what is the matter with you?" Looking in his eyes I noticed they weren't the same gorgeous brown ones I had known so well. They were a dark brown, almost black color, full of hatred and anger. For some reason I got the vibe that this wasn't my Mort...it couldn't be.
"Oh nothing's the matter with me dear. Mort couldn't tell you on his own about me so I told him I'd show you everything. The only thing he asked is for me to not hurt you or your baby." he looked into the house, noticing Jamie. "But he said nothing about her."
"You will not touch her. Whatever you are, you're not Mort and you won't hurt anybody." with my free hand I slapped his face as hard as I could. He looked back at me and grinned, getting an even stronger hold on my wrist. I almost screamed from the pain I was feeling.
"No no, you better not make a sound. If you do, I will kill you right here and now do you understand me? I told Mort that he wasn't ever supposed to love another woman because of what Amy did to him. But he's already fallen too deep for you. And it looks like I may have to do to you, what I did to her." he said and my eyes widened.
"You killed them...all of them?" I asked, when suddenly his eyes changed color. I knew Mort was back. He looked at my wrist and let it go quickly, taking me into a strong hug.
"Alana...what did he do to you?" he asked me, checking me all over and finally ending at my wrist. There were dark marks of where his fingers had tightly held onto it. I shook my head.
"Mort I'm fine. But who...who was that? It couldn't have been you...could it?" I looked at him as we walked inside. He also shook his head and sat me down on the couch, looking straight at him.
"I think there's a few things you may need to know."
A/N: End of chapter six! Hope you enjoyed it and I know this chapter isn't as long as the other ones but I'm writing this at like 11:30PM and I'm TIRED! Since I watched Secret Window again (and I will many times more XD) I hope that I will get everything right, as in personality-wise. Anyway I think I'm going to sleep...please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!