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Chapter IV
His humble abode was like something out of a magazine. Although it was slightly messy with throw pillows scattered under the sofa, and bits of crumpled papers that missed the garbage bin, his house was really warm, pleasant and cozy. The place wasn't too big yet not even small, it was just right. It was so different from the wreck Luci lived in...the place was filled with positive energy. The soft lights from the table lamps especially made the place homely. Well, that was one more thing to add to her 'reasons why Mort isn't a killer' list. He led Luci into the living room, gave her a towel to dry off and then left to get the first aid kit in the bathroom cabinet.
"Okay, here we go. Let's just hope I know what I'm doing." Mort said as she saw him jogging down the staircase.
He sat her down, opened the kit, and slid up her sweater's sleeve. Mort treated Luci gently, every movement was so delicate, and it was as if she were very fragile. With a little help of bandages and an anti-infectant, Luci's gash was taken care of.
"So, you don't feel the bandages hurting your elbow?" he asked, sitting on the table in front of her.
"My elbow is fine...thanks to you." Luci replied as she looked shyly away from Mort. Her teeth were chattering due to the fact that her clothes were still indeed damp. Luci tried to hide the fact that she was freezing for Mort not to notice it, but unfortunately he did. He was quite an observer, it was like he could read her mind...which was kind of sweet in a sort of creepy way. All right...she admitted it...Mort Rainey was quite creepy and mysterious...but so what? That didn't hide the fact that he was so gorgeous and nice.
"Here Luci, why don't you changed into these? They may be a bit baggy, but hopefully they'll fit." Mort said, handing Luci a black sweater and a pair of denims. She did so, and came out of the room feeling better. Luci met Mort back in the living room where he was lighting up the fire place.
"Now I know you!" She suddenly said out loud...amazingly, the name Mort Rainey triggered her memory.
He turned to Luci's direction and gave her a quizzical look.
"You're the author who wrote 'Secret Window' right?" she asked while she let a faint smile plant across her face.
"Yeah...I did. You're a reader?" Mort cheerfully replied, as he took out a lighter and lighted up the fire place.
"I remember reading that story...I liked it...especially the ending."
"Really? I didn't know how I thought of that part, but it really fixed up the story."
"Yeah...I'd have to agree on that."
Mort served Luci with a can of Mountain Dew and Doritos and then both of them continued talking to each other
"Uhm...Luci, can I ask you a question?" Mort asked, after telling a joke which made her giggle.
"Yeah sure."
"Why aren't you like the others? I know I'm not stupid...the people back in town avoid me all the time and all...doesn't that disturb you?" he asked with deep unease in his dark eyes.
"No...it doesn't. I don't mind at all Mort...anyway, all of us have flaws." She replied confidently.
"You're not the only one with big problems Mort...trust me, I know." Luci eventually continued as she started to feel a bit depressed as the memory of her nasty family was reminded to her. Mort looked quite intrigued and interested.
"Does that problem have anything to do with your bruises then?" he asked, taking one of her hands and pointed to a bash.
Luci pulled away from his grip and gave him a nervous look.
"No...it has nothing to do with these...remember, I just got these from falling down the stairs. There is nothing to worry about honestly." She replied once again, her voice slightly shaky.
"Are you sure?" He asked, his dark eyes gazing into her with deep concern. It was as if he already knew what was happening to Luci back at her house. Mort somehow, wanted to help...but she didn't want him to get in the way of her life. If Derick or Steph knew that Luci was talking to someone from around the town they'd surely give her the worst beating she could ever receive, and then they might even pay Mort a visit....that thought was too disturbing to even think about.
Breaking the silence as she noticed the rain has stopped, "Well, thanks for helping me Mort...I have to be going now."
Luci stood up, shook his hand, gave him one last smile and then left.
Chapter IV
His humble abode was like something out of a magazine. Although it was slightly messy with throw pillows scattered under the sofa, and bits of crumpled papers that missed the garbage bin, his house was really warm, pleasant and cozy. The place wasn't too big yet not even small, it was just right. It was so different from the wreck Luci lived in...the place was filled with positive energy. The soft lights from the table lamps especially made the place homely. Well, that was one more thing to add to her 'reasons why Mort isn't a killer' list. He led Luci into the living room, gave her a towel to dry off and then left to get the first aid kit in the bathroom cabinet.
"Okay, here we go. Let's just hope I know what I'm doing." Mort said as she saw him jogging down the staircase.
He sat her down, opened the kit, and slid up her sweater's sleeve. Mort treated Luci gently, every movement was so delicate, and it was as if she were very fragile. With a little help of bandages and an anti-infectant, Luci's gash was taken care of.
"So, you don't feel the bandages hurting your elbow?" he asked, sitting on the table in front of her.
"My elbow is fine...thanks to you." Luci replied as she looked shyly away from Mort. Her teeth were chattering due to the fact that her clothes were still indeed damp. Luci tried to hide the fact that she was freezing for Mort not to notice it, but unfortunately he did. He was quite an observer, it was like he could read her mind...which was kind of sweet in a sort of creepy way. All right...she admitted it...Mort Rainey was quite creepy and mysterious...but so what? That didn't hide the fact that he was so gorgeous and nice.
"Here Luci, why don't you changed into these? They may be a bit baggy, but hopefully they'll fit." Mort said, handing Luci a black sweater and a pair of denims. She did so, and came out of the room feeling better. Luci met Mort back in the living room where he was lighting up the fire place.
"Now I know you!" She suddenly said out loud...amazingly, the name Mort Rainey triggered her memory.
He turned to Luci's direction and gave her a quizzical look.
"You're the author who wrote 'Secret Window' right?" she asked while she let a faint smile plant across her face.
"Yeah...I did. You're a reader?" Mort cheerfully replied, as he took out a lighter and lighted up the fire place.
"I remember reading that story...I liked it...especially the ending."
"Really? I didn't know how I thought of that part, but it really fixed up the story."
"Yeah...I'd have to agree on that."
Mort served Luci with a can of Mountain Dew and Doritos and then both of them continued talking to each other
"Uhm...Luci, can I ask you a question?" Mort asked, after telling a joke which made her giggle.
"Yeah sure."
"Why aren't you like the others? I know I'm not stupid...the people back in town avoid me all the time and all...doesn't that disturb you?" he asked with deep unease in his dark eyes.
"No...it doesn't. I don't mind at all Mort...anyway, all of us have flaws." She replied confidently.
"You're not the only one with big problems Mort...trust me, I know." Luci eventually continued as she started to feel a bit depressed as the memory of her nasty family was reminded to her. Mort looked quite intrigued and interested.
"Does that problem have anything to do with your bruises then?" he asked, taking one of her hands and pointed to a bash.
Luci pulled away from his grip and gave him a nervous look.
"No...it has nothing to do with these...remember, I just got these from falling down the stairs. There is nothing to worry about honestly." She replied once again, her voice slightly shaky.
"Are you sure?" He asked, his dark eyes gazing into her with deep concern. It was as if he already knew what was happening to Luci back at her house. Mort somehow, wanted to help...but she didn't want him to get in the way of her life. If Derick or Steph knew that Luci was talking to someone from around the town they'd surely give her the worst beating she could ever receive, and then they might even pay Mort a visit....that thought was too disturbing to even think about.
Breaking the silence as she noticed the rain has stopped, "Well, thanks for helping me Mort...I have to be going now."
Luci stood up, shook his hand, gave him one last smile and then left.