I'm sorry about the cliffhangers! Usually I write a plot outline of a
story before I write it but this one is being written as I go along.
The only characters I own are Rebecca and her mother.
Mort looked at Rebecca and said,
"Are you telling me the truth?"
The suspicious look in his eyes hurt her.
"What do you mean? Of course I'm telling the truth!" She yelled.
"Don't raise your voice at me, Rebecca. I'm really frustrated right now."
"What about me? I have no clue who you are!"
"Neither do I." Mort said, sitting down next to her.
They sat there in silence. Mort ached from head to toe in pain. Rebecca started to pace the room.
"What are we going to do now?" Rebecca asked.
"No clue."
She wanted to say 'Maybe we should tell the police. They could get you some help.' But she didn't want him going off and attacking her again. Mort groaned in pain as he tried to sit up.
"Sit down. I'll get you some aspirin or something." Rebecca said going into the kitchen.
Did I really created Shooter?
Maybe you are crazy. You should just send yourself to an institute before you try to hurt Rebecca again.
Rebecca came in and handed him two aspirin and a glass of water.
"Thanks." Mort said.
"You're welcome." She sat down next to him. "I'm going to turn myself in." Mort blurted out after he took the aspirin and drank his water. "What?! No!" "Why not? If I did make up Shooter that means I'm crazy. And if I'm crazy that means that I need to be locked up." She knew that this was true but she didn't want to admit it. "I know." She said.
Mort got up and went towards the door. He turned and then faced Rebecca who was now standing in front of him.
"Whatever happens, I want you to know that I love you." He said.
Rebecca nodded and said,
"I love you too, dad."
He smiled and then wrapped his arms around her and embraced her tightly. She hugged him back. She didn't want to let go. He took her hand and kissed her on the forehead.
"Stay here." He said.
She watched from the window as Mort walked up to Officer Hanson's car. They started to talk and then Hanson pulled out his handcuffs. After Mort was cuffed he looked at Rebecca, gave her a quick smile and then sat in the back of the car.
'He's actually gone...' she thought. 'What am I going to do now?'
The only characters I own are Rebecca and her mother.
Mort looked at Rebecca and said,
"Are you telling me the truth?"
The suspicious look in his eyes hurt her.
"What do you mean? Of course I'm telling the truth!" She yelled.
"Don't raise your voice at me, Rebecca. I'm really frustrated right now."
"What about me? I have no clue who you are!"
"Neither do I." Mort said, sitting down next to her.
They sat there in silence. Mort ached from head to toe in pain. Rebecca started to pace the room.
"What are we going to do now?" Rebecca asked.
"No clue."
She wanted to say 'Maybe we should tell the police. They could get you some help.' But she didn't want him going off and attacking her again. Mort groaned in pain as he tried to sit up.
"Sit down. I'll get you some aspirin or something." Rebecca said going into the kitchen.
Did I really created Shooter?
Maybe you are crazy. You should just send yourself to an institute before you try to hurt Rebecca again.
Rebecca came in and handed him two aspirin and a glass of water.
"Thanks." Mort said.
"You're welcome." She sat down next to him. "I'm going to turn myself in." Mort blurted out after he took the aspirin and drank his water. "What?! No!" "Why not? If I did make up Shooter that means I'm crazy. And if I'm crazy that means that I need to be locked up." She knew that this was true but she didn't want to admit it. "I know." She said.
Mort got up and went towards the door. He turned and then faced Rebecca who was now standing in front of him.
"Whatever happens, I want you to know that I love you." He said.
Rebecca nodded and said,
"I love you too, dad."
He smiled and then wrapped his arms around her and embraced her tightly. She hugged him back. She didn't want to let go. He took her hand and kissed her on the forehead.
"Stay here." He said.
She watched from the window as Mort walked up to Officer Hanson's car. They started to talk and then Hanson pulled out his handcuffs. After Mort was cuffed he looked at Rebecca, gave her a quick smile and then sat in the back of the car.
'He's actually gone...' she thought. 'What am I going to do now?'