Disclaimer: I don't own Mort Rainey or Secret Window.
A/N: Okay I couldn't stay away for long. I wanted to put a finality on the situation which arose last chapter. So without further ado, Chapter 6...
"Do you still love him?" Mort asked, dreading the answer.
She looked up into his eyes and said... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- *-*-*-*-*-
"I...maybe..." her voice trailed off.
He knew as well as her that a maybe always turned into a yes. Just then the lights flickered and went out. He held her tighter. He helped her off the floor and they made their way to the door. Mort unlocked it and lead Elyse out to the dark room.
"Stephanie where are you?" She called.
"I'm over here on my bed." Stephanie called. The phone rang and everyone looked at the flashing red light. "I'll get it." Stephanie said. She answered the phone and hung up a few moments later. "They said there is a major storm outside and that we can open the blinds for a little bit of light till the power kicks back on."
So someone, who they found out was Brandon, opened the blinds behind him. A faint light filled the room, allowing them to see very vague objects. There was an awkward silence that filled the air. Elyse decided she needed to get this problem resolved. The only problem was that she didn't know how.
"Brandon, can I see you in the bathroom please." She said making her way over there, stopping to grab a flashlight out of the closet that was now visible. "I'll bring this out when we come out."
"Sure," he replied walking past Mort who just glared him down. Stephanie motioned for Mort to grab a seat, telling him that it could take a while. They heard the bathroom door close followed by muffled voices.
/ In the bathroom /
"Brandon, look I don't know what to do right now. I'm confused beyond belief." Elyse said setting the flashlight on the vanity.
"And I understand that. I just feel so stupid. You know I still love you, right?" he asked, taking her hands in his own.
"Yes, I know that. And Mort asked me if I still loved you. And you know what I told him? Maybe. Yeah we both know that all 'maybes' turn into 'yeses'." She looked up into his eyes. Those eyes that had once captivated her.
"So, what do you think? It's either a yes or no question. There is no way around it." He explained, remembering how stubborn she could be. "Please, I need finality on this."
At that instant she couldn't wait any longer. She threw herself at him pressing her lips to his. The wonderful sensation she got from kissing him returned with even more power this time. Her knees almost gave way. He kissed her back, thinking he had won. They allowed their tongues to explore each others mouths, enjoying the sweet taste. They broke the kiss and looked at each other for a moment, not knowing what to say.
"Brandon, I ..." she began.
"Look Elyse, if you are going to break up with me don't say anything. If you want me back kiss me again for I can never get too much of that." He said, with a grin.
She stood there a moment, not knowing what to do. Their hearts beating faster. Finally, what they were both waiting for: the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him passionately. She loved it when Mort kissed her. But for some reason kissing Brandon just felt more right.
He pulled away with a smile on his face.
"Now I have to break it to Mort. Please don't say anything to him. It'll only make things worse." She pleaded; after all she didn't need a WWF smack down in her hotel room.
"Okay, I'll chill with Steph and Fern (Fernando) out here and we'll wait for you." He said placing a soft kiss on her lips before opening the door. He walked out and over to the bed where he plopped down.
"Mort, come here please." She called from the bathroom. He walked in and shut the door. "Look I want you to know that we really connected. I thought that we were meant to be. But there are some things that Brandon can give me that you can't, and vice versa."
"Where is this going?" He asked, not wanting to hear it but after all he was getting agitated.
"I still love him Mort. No matter how hard I try to forget him it just won't happen. I love him and that is all there is to it." She told him. "I'm sorry. I thought by coming here I could forget about him. Then he showed up and all the feelings came back. I'm so sorry." She tried to explain to him.
"I don't know what to say really? I mean was I just there to be a rebound? Is that what you were using me for?" he was now very agitated.
"No, it was never anything like that. I really did read your book and want your advice. I never planned to sleep with you. Is that what you think? That all I wanted was sex from YOU?" She took a step back.
"Well, it sure seems that way when you look at the facts. The day after we had slept together twice, your ex shows up and wants you back. And of course you go running back." He opened the door to the bathroom, then the hotel room door. "If I want to talk more I'll give you a call. But don't sit by the phone."
And with that he was gone. She felt utter guilt and pain. She closed the hotel room door. And stood there for a minute not really knowing what she should do. she felt two arms wrap around her waist.
"Are you okay?" Brandon asked, worried about her state.
"Yeah, I should be after a while." She said, wiping tears off her cheeks and turning to face him. "So, what do you want to do today?"
"I don't know. I've never been in Boston before." Brandon told her, and the others.
"Well then grab your coat and let's go. After all there is nothing to do in here with the cable out and all." Elyse said grabbing her raincoat and umbrella.
"Well, I could but we'll go out first." Fernando said wrapping an arm around Stephanie's shoulder.
They took, hoping to explore the town of Boston. This would be the perfect day.
/ Meanwhile, back at Mort's cabin... /
"No one cheats on Mort Rainey. If only she knew what happened to the last woman who cheated on me. Poor little Amy is now my fertilizer." He snickered at the pure genius behind that idea.
"Shooter! Shooter! I have a job for you!" He shouted, hoping to find the murderer.
"Why yes Mr. Rainey? What might that job be?" Came that chilling southern drawl.
"I have a favor to ask of you. There is this girl..."
A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I thought it was too soon to end the story so I kept Mort in it. Please review!!
A/N: Okay I couldn't stay away for long. I wanted to put a finality on the situation which arose last chapter. So without further ado, Chapter 6...
"Do you still love him?" Mort asked, dreading the answer.
She looked up into his eyes and said... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- *-*-*-*-*-
"I...maybe..." her voice trailed off.
He knew as well as her that a maybe always turned into a yes. Just then the lights flickered and went out. He held her tighter. He helped her off the floor and they made their way to the door. Mort unlocked it and lead Elyse out to the dark room.
"Stephanie where are you?" She called.
"I'm over here on my bed." Stephanie called. The phone rang and everyone looked at the flashing red light. "I'll get it." Stephanie said. She answered the phone and hung up a few moments later. "They said there is a major storm outside and that we can open the blinds for a little bit of light till the power kicks back on."
So someone, who they found out was Brandon, opened the blinds behind him. A faint light filled the room, allowing them to see very vague objects. There was an awkward silence that filled the air. Elyse decided she needed to get this problem resolved. The only problem was that she didn't know how.
"Brandon, can I see you in the bathroom please." She said making her way over there, stopping to grab a flashlight out of the closet that was now visible. "I'll bring this out when we come out."
"Sure," he replied walking past Mort who just glared him down. Stephanie motioned for Mort to grab a seat, telling him that it could take a while. They heard the bathroom door close followed by muffled voices.
/ In the bathroom /
"Brandon, look I don't know what to do right now. I'm confused beyond belief." Elyse said setting the flashlight on the vanity.
"And I understand that. I just feel so stupid. You know I still love you, right?" he asked, taking her hands in his own.
"Yes, I know that. And Mort asked me if I still loved you. And you know what I told him? Maybe. Yeah we both know that all 'maybes' turn into 'yeses'." She looked up into his eyes. Those eyes that had once captivated her.
"So, what do you think? It's either a yes or no question. There is no way around it." He explained, remembering how stubborn she could be. "Please, I need finality on this."
At that instant she couldn't wait any longer. She threw herself at him pressing her lips to his. The wonderful sensation she got from kissing him returned with even more power this time. Her knees almost gave way. He kissed her back, thinking he had won. They allowed their tongues to explore each others mouths, enjoying the sweet taste. They broke the kiss and looked at each other for a moment, not knowing what to say.
"Brandon, I ..." she began.
"Look Elyse, if you are going to break up with me don't say anything. If you want me back kiss me again for I can never get too much of that." He said, with a grin.
She stood there a moment, not knowing what to do. Their hearts beating faster. Finally, what they were both waiting for: the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him passionately. She loved it when Mort kissed her. But for some reason kissing Brandon just felt more right.
He pulled away with a smile on his face.
"Now I have to break it to Mort. Please don't say anything to him. It'll only make things worse." She pleaded; after all she didn't need a WWF smack down in her hotel room.
"Okay, I'll chill with Steph and Fern (Fernando) out here and we'll wait for you." He said placing a soft kiss on her lips before opening the door. He walked out and over to the bed where he plopped down.
"Mort, come here please." She called from the bathroom. He walked in and shut the door. "Look I want you to know that we really connected. I thought that we were meant to be. But there are some things that Brandon can give me that you can't, and vice versa."
"Where is this going?" He asked, not wanting to hear it but after all he was getting agitated.
"I still love him Mort. No matter how hard I try to forget him it just won't happen. I love him and that is all there is to it." She told him. "I'm sorry. I thought by coming here I could forget about him. Then he showed up and all the feelings came back. I'm so sorry." She tried to explain to him.
"I don't know what to say really? I mean was I just there to be a rebound? Is that what you were using me for?" he was now very agitated.
"No, it was never anything like that. I really did read your book and want your advice. I never planned to sleep with you. Is that what you think? That all I wanted was sex from YOU?" She took a step back.
"Well, it sure seems that way when you look at the facts. The day after we had slept together twice, your ex shows up and wants you back. And of course you go running back." He opened the door to the bathroom, then the hotel room door. "If I want to talk more I'll give you a call. But don't sit by the phone."
And with that he was gone. She felt utter guilt and pain. She closed the hotel room door. And stood there for a minute not really knowing what she should do. she felt two arms wrap around her waist.
"Are you okay?" Brandon asked, worried about her state.
"Yeah, I should be after a while." She said, wiping tears off her cheeks and turning to face him. "So, what do you want to do today?"
"I don't know. I've never been in Boston before." Brandon told her, and the others.
"Well then grab your coat and let's go. After all there is nothing to do in here with the cable out and all." Elyse said grabbing her raincoat and umbrella.
"Well, I could but we'll go out first." Fernando said wrapping an arm around Stephanie's shoulder.
They took, hoping to explore the town of Boston. This would be the perfect day.
/ Meanwhile, back at Mort's cabin... /
"No one cheats on Mort Rainey. If only she knew what happened to the last woman who cheated on me. Poor little Amy is now my fertilizer." He snickered at the pure genius behind that idea.
"Shooter! Shooter! I have a job for you!" He shouted, hoping to find the murderer.
"Why yes Mr. Rainey? What might that job be?" Came that chilling southern drawl.
"I have a favor to ask of you. There is this girl..."
A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I thought it was too soon to end the story so I kept Mort in it. Please review!!