A/N: In this chapter, part will be in Mort's POV, and part will be in just regular POV. Don't hate me for doing this all weird, I can't help it.
--------------------------------------------------
Mort's POV
It was around eleven p.m by the time I finally found a motel to stop at, and I was exhausted. I don't how Lucy does it all day. I guess that would explain why she's been passed out for the past ten hours. Apparently all the driving has been taking more of a toll on her then either of us realized. And judging by the bags under her eyes, I'm pretty sure she doesn't sleep much. It almost makes me feel guilty for bringing her into all this, but I couldn't help it. I have a daughter to get to and she did offer.
I decided it would be best to check in before I woke her up. So I headed into the little office, paid for the room, got the keys, then went back to the car to get the luggage and Lucy.
Regular POV
Mort opened the passenger side door and gently shook Lucy's shoulder.
"Hey, time to get up." he whispered into her ear.
Lucy stirred a bit, her eyelids fluttered open and she was met by those chocolate orbs she had come to know over the past few days. "Are we there yet?" she asked, still half asleep.
"We're at the motel."
"Ahh, got ya." she lazily drawled, and with that, Lucy hoped out of the car and allowed Mort to help her to the room so she didn't fall over from the sleep that was still with her.
They found their room easily and went in. Lucy went straight to her bed and passed out again. You would never guess that she had slept so long in the car. Mort couldn't help but chuckle a bit at this. He went over and took off her shoes.
Considering it was the middle of summer, it was an unusually chilly night. So he made sure to cover her up. He pulled the blankets up to her chin and before he knew what he was doing, he kissed her forehead. It was in a friendly sort of manner, but this action, however innocent, shocked even him. It was then that he realized that he had grown quite attached to the girl since they met. She was very comforting to be around. He smile slightly to himself at this thought, and then went and got himself ready for bed.
Mort's POV
They were back. Those horrid nightmares that had plagued his mind for months after the whole Shooter ordeal were back. And they were worse than ever.
He found himself running, always running. Through cornfields that stretched for miles, and the more he ran, the more it seemed like he was going nowhere. But as much as his limbs hurt, and hard as it was getting to breathe, the more he wanted to just give up and keel over, he knew he couldn't. No, there was something after him..........someone after him, that much he was certain of. But who, he could never figure out. He would always wake up before he found out who. But this time was different, this one seemed more real. And he would always wake up by now, but there were no signs of waking up this time.
Suddenly, Mort tripped over something and went crashing to the ground. It took a few minutes to regain his composer, but when he did, he turned over to see what he had tripped over, and was completely mortified. As oppose to a twig or something like he had thought, it turned out that he had tripped over a hand.
Mort let out a yelp and scrambled to his feet, but as soon as he was standing, he ran into something that felt familiarly like a body. Mort turned around only to let out another yelp of terror, because he was now standing in front of his dead, ex wife Amy.
"Nnn.....no, you're dead!" Mort stammered out.
"Well I thought that was pretty obvious Mr. Rainey." came that dreaded southern voice.
That couldn't possibly be who I think it is!
Turn around buddy, time to face the music.
Mort slowly turned around to come face to face with his worst nightmare of all......Shooter.
"Wha......what do you want?!" Mort all but squeaked.
"I think you might want ta take another look at that young misses over there." Shooter pointed behind Mort's shoulder.
Mort turned back around, and instead of seeing Amy, this time he seen a young girl that he had never seen in his life. But she looked so familiar. She look like.........like...........him! Was this......?
"Maggie?"
The girl looked up at him with a tear stained, terror stricken face and it seemed that recognition hit her too.
"Daddy?"
"She sure is a purty thing, ain't she?" Shooter asked.
Mort whipped around with a newfound rage written on his features. "You stay away from her!" he roared.
"Fraid I can't do that Mr. Rainey, you see, she's gonna get in the way of you and me, and I can't be allowing that." and with that, Shooter threw a hard punch and nailed Mort right in the jaw, knocking him down.
Mort groaned and tried to get up, but when he did, he was just in time to see Shooter taking a shovel to his beautiful daughter's neck.
Regular POV
Lucy woke with a start to the most blood curling scream she had ever heard in her entire life. She quickly turned on the light on the bedside table to get her bearings and immediately found that Mort was thrashing about in his bed. She jumped out of bed so fast that she got tangled in her blankets and tripped. She got up as fast as she could and started the task of attempting to wake Mort.
"Mort..............MORT!!" she shook him violently and just narrowly missed the fist coming her way when Mort sat bolt right up in bed.
Mort was breathing heavily and sweat was pouring down his face. He looked like he had just gone through hell and back. He looked around frantically and finally rested his eyes on Lucy who was currently on the floor (again), which is where she went when she was trying to avoid the punch.
"Where is she?!" Mort demanded.
Lucy was, to say the least, quite confused by this sudden question. "Where's who?"
"Maggie! Where's Maggie? He didn't get her did he?" Mort was pleading with Lucy now, almost on the verge of tears.
Lucy didn't know what to do. She had absolutely no idea who he was talking about, and why he was under the impression that they had already met his daughter. "Mort, honey, we haven't gotten to Virginia yet, we're still at the motel in Maryland...........there's nobody here but us." Lucy told him soothingly.
Mort looked like a lost puppy. And finally the tears came. His body started to lightly shake with sobs. Lucy had never been good with comforting people, but she did what felt right. She climbed next to him and laid his head down on her lap and started stroking his forehead, whispering to him that everything was alright. He eventually fell asleep in her arms, while Lucy stayed up the remainder of the night watching over him.
A/N: Once again, sorry for the changing of writing style, it was the only way I could write it the way I wanted. And I have finally come to the conclusion that there will be no games between the sheets in this story, sorry.
--------------------------------------------------
Mort's POV
It was around eleven p.m by the time I finally found a motel to stop at, and I was exhausted. I don't how Lucy does it all day. I guess that would explain why she's been passed out for the past ten hours. Apparently all the driving has been taking more of a toll on her then either of us realized. And judging by the bags under her eyes, I'm pretty sure she doesn't sleep much. It almost makes me feel guilty for bringing her into all this, but I couldn't help it. I have a daughter to get to and she did offer.
I decided it would be best to check in before I woke her up. So I headed into the little office, paid for the room, got the keys, then went back to the car to get the luggage and Lucy.
Regular POV
Mort opened the passenger side door and gently shook Lucy's shoulder.
"Hey, time to get up." he whispered into her ear.
Lucy stirred a bit, her eyelids fluttered open and she was met by those chocolate orbs she had come to know over the past few days. "Are we there yet?" she asked, still half asleep.
"We're at the motel."
"Ahh, got ya." she lazily drawled, and with that, Lucy hoped out of the car and allowed Mort to help her to the room so she didn't fall over from the sleep that was still with her.
They found their room easily and went in. Lucy went straight to her bed and passed out again. You would never guess that she had slept so long in the car. Mort couldn't help but chuckle a bit at this. He went over and took off her shoes.
Considering it was the middle of summer, it was an unusually chilly night. So he made sure to cover her up. He pulled the blankets up to her chin and before he knew what he was doing, he kissed her forehead. It was in a friendly sort of manner, but this action, however innocent, shocked even him. It was then that he realized that he had grown quite attached to the girl since they met. She was very comforting to be around. He smile slightly to himself at this thought, and then went and got himself ready for bed.
Mort's POV
They were back. Those horrid nightmares that had plagued his mind for months after the whole Shooter ordeal were back. And they were worse than ever.
He found himself running, always running. Through cornfields that stretched for miles, and the more he ran, the more it seemed like he was going nowhere. But as much as his limbs hurt, and hard as it was getting to breathe, the more he wanted to just give up and keel over, he knew he couldn't. No, there was something after him..........someone after him, that much he was certain of. But who, he could never figure out. He would always wake up before he found out who. But this time was different, this one seemed more real. And he would always wake up by now, but there were no signs of waking up this time.
Suddenly, Mort tripped over something and went crashing to the ground. It took a few minutes to regain his composer, but when he did, he turned over to see what he had tripped over, and was completely mortified. As oppose to a twig or something like he had thought, it turned out that he had tripped over a hand.
Mort let out a yelp and scrambled to his feet, but as soon as he was standing, he ran into something that felt familiarly like a body. Mort turned around only to let out another yelp of terror, because he was now standing in front of his dead, ex wife Amy.
"Nnn.....no, you're dead!" Mort stammered out.
"Well I thought that was pretty obvious Mr. Rainey." came that dreaded southern voice.
That couldn't possibly be who I think it is!
Turn around buddy, time to face the music.
Mort slowly turned around to come face to face with his worst nightmare of all......Shooter.
"Wha......what do you want?!" Mort all but squeaked.
"I think you might want ta take another look at that young misses over there." Shooter pointed behind Mort's shoulder.
Mort turned back around, and instead of seeing Amy, this time he seen a young girl that he had never seen in his life. But she looked so familiar. She look like.........like...........him! Was this......?
"Maggie?"
The girl looked up at him with a tear stained, terror stricken face and it seemed that recognition hit her too.
"Daddy?"
"She sure is a purty thing, ain't she?" Shooter asked.
Mort whipped around with a newfound rage written on his features. "You stay away from her!" he roared.
"Fraid I can't do that Mr. Rainey, you see, she's gonna get in the way of you and me, and I can't be allowing that." and with that, Shooter threw a hard punch and nailed Mort right in the jaw, knocking him down.
Mort groaned and tried to get up, but when he did, he was just in time to see Shooter taking a shovel to his beautiful daughter's neck.
Regular POV
Lucy woke with a start to the most blood curling scream she had ever heard in her entire life. She quickly turned on the light on the bedside table to get her bearings and immediately found that Mort was thrashing about in his bed. She jumped out of bed so fast that she got tangled in her blankets and tripped. She got up as fast as she could and started the task of attempting to wake Mort.
"Mort..............MORT!!" she shook him violently and just narrowly missed the fist coming her way when Mort sat bolt right up in bed.
Mort was breathing heavily and sweat was pouring down his face. He looked like he had just gone through hell and back. He looked around frantically and finally rested his eyes on Lucy who was currently on the floor (again), which is where she went when she was trying to avoid the punch.
"Where is she?!" Mort demanded.
Lucy was, to say the least, quite confused by this sudden question. "Where's who?"
"Maggie! Where's Maggie? He didn't get her did he?" Mort was pleading with Lucy now, almost on the verge of tears.
Lucy didn't know what to do. She had absolutely no idea who he was talking about, and why he was under the impression that they had already met his daughter. "Mort, honey, we haven't gotten to Virginia yet, we're still at the motel in Maryland...........there's nobody here but us." Lucy told him soothingly.
Mort looked like a lost puppy. And finally the tears came. His body started to lightly shake with sobs. Lucy had never been good with comforting people, but she did what felt right. She climbed next to him and laid his head down on her lap and started stroking his forehead, whispering to him that everything was alright. He eventually fell asleep in her arms, while Lucy stayed up the remainder of the night watching over him.
A/N: Once again, sorry for the changing of writing style, it was the only way I could write it the way I wanted. And I have finally come to the conclusion that there will be no games between the sheets in this story, sorry.