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Chapter 5
Celina shut her bedroom door and turned to see Mort coming down the stairs.
"You look great." He said, and smiled.
She could feel her heart skip a beat at the sound of his voice and said sheepishly, "You don't look too bad yourself." and returned the smile.
They walked outside through the melting snow, and decided to take Mort's car. She slid in the passenger seat, and Mort in the driver's, and they drove into town in silence.
When they reached the small city Mort said, "I was thinking we could go to the Red Lion restaurant."
"That sounds great." She said, unable to take her eyes off Mort.
They drove to the fancy restaurant and got a seat in the back of building. Celina couldn't help but notice that everybody, including the hostess who seated them, all turned their heads to get a good look at Mort. She couldn't help but blush, and give out mean looks to everyone she could. Many people in town who new her, thought she was crazy to live with him, so she often attracted a certain amount of attention, but she'd never been out with Mort. Mort didn't seem to notice how many heads turned at the sight of him.
When they had given the waitress their orders, and were allowed some private time, Celina was curious to know his side of the situation because they hadn't ever really brought it up during the month and a half she'd been working with him.
"Um, Mort, I hate to bring it up but why is everyone looking at us?" She asked in a small voice.
He looked up at her, and said, not in the least bit embarrassed, "Oh, well, I haven't been out a lot since my ex, and her boyfriend died."
"Oh, okay," She said, quickly wanting to change the subject, "I was reading one of your books earlier."
"Really," his face brightening, "what did you think?"
"It is very dark and mysteries so far, but I really like it. It's very different." She said. His eyes looked deep into hers and seemed to caress her soul. But that feeling was shattered for a split second when something completely different flashed through his eyes. Celina couldn't explain it to herself afterwards. It had seemed like she had seen someone else and that someone else wasn't like Mort's kind nature at all. But it only lasted a second so she quickly put it aside.
Mort's P.O.V
Mort had been momentarily nervous when Celina had asked about why the people were staring, but he thought he'd done a good job at making up an excuse and she didn't mention it again. As the conversation slowly drifted to what she thought of 'Secret Window', Mort wasn't sure if Celina had seen it or not, but he'd felt something he hadn't felt in a long time, Shooter. He was sure of it. He'd actually felt Shooter trying to get out again. Or maybe he was just trying to warn Mort.
The rest of the date went smoothly. They managed to make small talk without any really awkward moments, and when they got back to Mort's cabin it was about 8:30pm.
He walked Celina to her bedroom, and they said their awkward, teenage-like goodnights. Mort looked into her eyes, and leaned in, Celina doing the same. Mort could feel her warm breath on his face as he reached out and placed his hand on her cheek. No sooner had his lips brushed up against hers, their body temperature rising, when, all of a sudden,
RIING RING
Mort and Celina quickly pulled apart from each other, and Celina stumbled back into her bedroom, and Mort turned around, and jogged upstairs to his desk. He had a pretty good idea of who it would be as he picked up the phone.
"What, Shooter?" He asked.
"Shooter?" It was the sheriff, "Listen, I need you to come by the police station again tomorrow around noon for a few more questions about your wife."
Mort was momentarily surprised, but quickly said, "Uh, ya, okay."
The sheriff, who obviously wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible said, "Okay, noon tomorrow. Good evening, Mr. Rainey." And hung up.
Mort was relieved it hadn't been Shooter, but that feeling disappeared as soon as he put the phone back on its cradle. It rang again.
Mort slowly lifted the phone to his ear just in time to hear Shooter say, "Good evenin' Mr. Rainey." Once again Mort despised the drawling, heavily accented voice of the man.
"What do you want?" Mort hissed.
"Oh, I think you know what I want. I want you to stay away from that lil' miss Celina." Answered Shooter. And Mort couldn't help but notice that Shooter talked like he was speaking to a small child.
"You stay away from me and Celina." He spat.
"Wish I could." Shooter said, dreamily, and hung up.
Mort placed the phone down, carefully, his hands shaking, and went to bed.
The next morning Mort woke up late. He had only half an hour to get to the police station. He threw on some clothes and raced down the stairs to where Celina was cleaning the living room.
"It's about time you got up," she said, "You missed breakfast. What's your hurry?"
"Gotta go somewhere in town. I'll be back for a late lunch!" He yelled over his shoulder as he sprinted out to his car.
"Okay, then." She said to herself and smiled. He was so cute when he was worried or something.
She continued to clean for about twenty minutes after Mort left, when she was interrupted by a loud knock at the door. She walked slowly over to the door. Mort never had visitors. She opened the door and was greeted by a tall, skinny man, with a tanned, lined, and worn-out look to his face. She also noticed he wore a large black hat, like the kind Quakers wore; covering slicked down, black hair.
"Can I help you?" She asked pasting a fake smile on her face. She had to look up at him because he easily towered over her 5ft 4in figure.
Author's note: Sorry for ending it here, but I wanted to keep the excitement and suspension alive, ya know? But for those of you who don't like suspension, I'll get the next chapter out as soon as possible. So, as always, REVIEW!!
Chapter 5
Celina shut her bedroom door and turned to see Mort coming down the stairs.
"You look great." He said, and smiled.
She could feel her heart skip a beat at the sound of his voice and said sheepishly, "You don't look too bad yourself." and returned the smile.
They walked outside through the melting snow, and decided to take Mort's car. She slid in the passenger seat, and Mort in the driver's, and they drove into town in silence.
When they reached the small city Mort said, "I was thinking we could go to the Red Lion restaurant."
"That sounds great." She said, unable to take her eyes off Mort.
They drove to the fancy restaurant and got a seat in the back of building. Celina couldn't help but notice that everybody, including the hostess who seated them, all turned their heads to get a good look at Mort. She couldn't help but blush, and give out mean looks to everyone she could. Many people in town who new her, thought she was crazy to live with him, so she often attracted a certain amount of attention, but she'd never been out with Mort. Mort didn't seem to notice how many heads turned at the sight of him.
When they had given the waitress their orders, and were allowed some private time, Celina was curious to know his side of the situation because they hadn't ever really brought it up during the month and a half she'd been working with him.
"Um, Mort, I hate to bring it up but why is everyone looking at us?" She asked in a small voice.
He looked up at her, and said, not in the least bit embarrassed, "Oh, well, I haven't been out a lot since my ex, and her boyfriend died."
"Oh, okay," She said, quickly wanting to change the subject, "I was reading one of your books earlier."
"Really," his face brightening, "what did you think?"
"It is very dark and mysteries so far, but I really like it. It's very different." She said. His eyes looked deep into hers and seemed to caress her soul. But that feeling was shattered for a split second when something completely different flashed through his eyes. Celina couldn't explain it to herself afterwards. It had seemed like she had seen someone else and that someone else wasn't like Mort's kind nature at all. But it only lasted a second so she quickly put it aside.
Mort's P.O.V
Mort had been momentarily nervous when Celina had asked about why the people were staring, but he thought he'd done a good job at making up an excuse and she didn't mention it again. As the conversation slowly drifted to what she thought of 'Secret Window', Mort wasn't sure if Celina had seen it or not, but he'd felt something he hadn't felt in a long time, Shooter. He was sure of it. He'd actually felt Shooter trying to get out again. Or maybe he was just trying to warn Mort.
The rest of the date went smoothly. They managed to make small talk without any really awkward moments, and when they got back to Mort's cabin it was about 8:30pm.
He walked Celina to her bedroom, and they said their awkward, teenage-like goodnights. Mort looked into her eyes, and leaned in, Celina doing the same. Mort could feel her warm breath on his face as he reached out and placed his hand on her cheek. No sooner had his lips brushed up against hers, their body temperature rising, when, all of a sudden,
RIING RING
Mort and Celina quickly pulled apart from each other, and Celina stumbled back into her bedroom, and Mort turned around, and jogged upstairs to his desk. He had a pretty good idea of who it would be as he picked up the phone.
"What, Shooter?" He asked.
"Shooter?" It was the sheriff, "Listen, I need you to come by the police station again tomorrow around noon for a few more questions about your wife."
Mort was momentarily surprised, but quickly said, "Uh, ya, okay."
The sheriff, who obviously wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible said, "Okay, noon tomorrow. Good evening, Mr. Rainey." And hung up.
Mort was relieved it hadn't been Shooter, but that feeling disappeared as soon as he put the phone back on its cradle. It rang again.
Mort slowly lifted the phone to his ear just in time to hear Shooter say, "Good evenin' Mr. Rainey." Once again Mort despised the drawling, heavily accented voice of the man.
"What do you want?" Mort hissed.
"Oh, I think you know what I want. I want you to stay away from that lil' miss Celina." Answered Shooter. And Mort couldn't help but notice that Shooter talked like he was speaking to a small child.
"You stay away from me and Celina." He spat.
"Wish I could." Shooter said, dreamily, and hung up.
Mort placed the phone down, carefully, his hands shaking, and went to bed.
The next morning Mort woke up late. He had only half an hour to get to the police station. He threw on some clothes and raced down the stairs to where Celina was cleaning the living room.
"It's about time you got up," she said, "You missed breakfast. What's your hurry?"
"Gotta go somewhere in town. I'll be back for a late lunch!" He yelled over his shoulder as he sprinted out to his car.
"Okay, then." She said to herself and smiled. He was so cute when he was worried or something.
She continued to clean for about twenty minutes after Mort left, when she was interrupted by a loud knock at the door. She walked slowly over to the door. Mort never had visitors. She opened the door and was greeted by a tall, skinny man, with a tanned, lined, and worn-out look to his face. She also noticed he wore a large black hat, like the kind Quakers wore; covering slicked down, black hair.
"Can I help you?" She asked pasting a fake smile on her face. She had to look up at him because he easily towered over her 5ft 4in figure.
Author's note: Sorry for ending it here, but I wanted to keep the excitement and suspension alive, ya know? But for those of you who don't like suspension, I'll get the next chapter out as soon as possible. So, as always, REVIEW!!