The Deepest Depths Of High

Disclaimer: I don't own Mort (wah), or anything else from Stephen King or David Koepp.

Summary: Morts divorce left him feeling so empty and useless. Instead of moving on hes moving on to different things. He starts out with drugs which turns into an addiction but then a new girl enters his life. But can anyone save him now? R for language sexuality and extreme drug & alcohol use.

A/N: REVIEW!!!!!!! OK?!?!?!? Ahahaha just kidding. You don't have to if you don't want to...but I highly suggest it!! lOl anyway...um, oh yeah. I just made up the author Frank Gerald ---RAZZ (ahaha it's my new nickname)

Chapter Four:

It had started to rain, and my car wasn't starting for some reason. So I couldn't go see Dan or Dennis or Amy or Tiffany or anyone. I was up here all alone. Without any kind of drug to keep me busy.

But then I realized something...I had a whole refrigerator full of Jack Daniels!

I pulled out a bottle and drank half the bottle all at once. I felt a little lightheaded now....I took it with me back into the living room and stood there, drinking as fast as possible.

What are you doing to yourself, Morton?

Shit. "What the fuck are you doing here, Shooter?"

Well, I'm only trying to be kind, Mr. Rainey. I'm trying to save your life. But apparently you don't want me to.

"No, I don't, as a matter of fact."

Fine. Why don't you just go take some more heroin while you're at it?"

"I honestly would if I could."

You're the most ignorant man I've ever watched live, Mr. Rainey.

I'd had about enough of this shit. I put the bottle down and went quickly to my radio and searched for a rock station. I turned it up as loud as possible, and it surprisingly worked. I couldn't hear Shooter's vocie at all now....I went back to the Jack Daniels, standing there, chugging it faster and faster.

I heard some kind of odd noise, but assumed it was just more Shooter yelling at me. I turned off the radio, and listened. Yes, he was gone.

I had started to finish the last bit of alcohol when I felt someone behind me with their arms around my neck. I then realized that the noise I'd heard was Tiffany letting herself into the house. I didn't turn around; I just smiled. She started kissing my neck and whispering that she'd missed me. Now of course I adored Tiffany, but this was too fast for me. "Tiffany...stop, baby," I said, turning around to look her in the eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing...I just...nothing."

She smiled at me, and I couldn't help feeling a bit guilty of drinking all that JD when she walked in, which she obviously witnessed. She didn't seem to mind though. "So what have you been doing, baby?" she asked, taking my hands, and holding them to her heart.

"Not much, really..."

"When did you go to bed? You look so tired."

"I dunno."

"Well..." She went over to the table next to the couch, where her purse was, and she pulled something out of it. "I got you something."

I laughed a little. "Did you now?"

"Yep. Here." She handed me a book: the latest instalment of the Frank Gerald series, the only one I'd been missing.

I looked at her and smiled. "How did you-"

"Dennis told me Frank Gerald's been your favorite author ever since you guys were in college, and I figured you didn't have this one because it just came out a couple weeks ago. Do you like it?"

"I love it, baby. Thank you." I gave her a hug, and kissed her cheek.

"You're welcome. So do you wanna go out to dinner?"

I was pleasantly surprised. "Well, yeah. But um...I gotta go get ready. You can just hang out here....I swear I'll be done in 15 minutes."

"Take your time." She smiled and then laid down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.

I miserably felt like a teenage girl not having anything to wear. I hadn't been on a date in a long, long time. But I couldn't really consider this a date...we were pretty much already going out. I decided to gargle some Listerine just because I kind of expected her to kiss me again, not to be arrogant-expectant or anything. I combed my hair and considered putting in my contacts...but I just quickly picked up my thick-rimmed glasses without another thought.

Tiffany was still lying on the couch, and I couldn't exactly tell if she was asleep....Her eyes were closed, but she was smiling as if she was thinking about something wonderful. But then she opened her eyes a couple seconds later, and noticed I was back. We both laughed. "Were you asleep?"

"I don't know. I don't think so."

I smiled and we locked arms, heading out to Tiffany's car.

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Halfway through dinner, Tiffany was obviously very much too drunk to carry on a sensible conversation with. I even had to stop her from answering the waiter when he asked if she wanted another drink. "No, no, I think she's had enough."

"Mort...." She pouted and turned her pretty green eyes into puppy eyes.

"No, Tiff," I said, laughing. "You've had way too many drinks already."

She sat back in her seat and folded her arms across her chest. "...So have you."

I looked up. "Tiffany..."

"How come you can drink and I can't?"

"I didn't say you couldn't drink...just not more than four glasses-"

"Fine."

We avoided the topic of alcohol for the rest of dinner. But overall, we laughed and had a really good time. We walked out of the restaurant hand-in-hand, still laughing about quite random things. We got in the car (I was driving, of course), and before we started driving off, we sat there and made out for a little while in the parking lot. Luckily it was dark, so no one really noticed, but I must admit I wasn't enjoying it as much as I thought I would have. "Hey, angel..." I said, as she started unbottoning my shirt. "T-Tiffany..."

She realized I wanted her to stop, and she did so, looking slightly disappointed. I noticed it and felt a little bad. "Hey, babe," I said, feeling her soft, brown-ish hair. "You wanna come back to my place?"

This seemed to cheer her up and she nodded, grinning. I smiled back, and we started back home.

We reached the house and I carried her on my back into the living room, then dropped her softly on the couch. "Oh, Tiffany...my poor, drunk, Tiffany..."

She giggled, and pulled me onto the couch with her. We were both laying there together, but she was almost on top of me. There wasn't much room for both of us there on the couch. She kissed me and I could taste all the alcohol in her system. I didn't mind, but I just kept trying to think of where this night was going....She was kissing my neck and around my chest, and I knew we were going way too fast. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Years ago, this would have been heaven for me, but right now something just felt different....

Tiffany had undone my jeans and my shirt was half off; that's when I decided to draw the line. "Tiffany...angel..." She seemed to be ignoring my words. "Tiff...stop...."

She suddenly stopped and then looked in my eyes, as if she had just realized something. She rolled off me so we were just laying next to each other again. I kissed her sweetly to make up in case I'd hurt her feelings. But she didn't seem hurt. We just layed there, both of us on our sides, facing eachother. I was looking in her eyes, but she was concentrating on a piece of my hair that she was twirling around with her fingers. "Can I ask you a question, baby?" she said, breaking the silence.

"Sure."

"You do snort a lot, don't you?"

Somehow I had a feeling she was gonna ask me something like this. "Umm...why do you ask, angel?"

She was still concentrating on my one piece of hair. "I don't know...Well...me and Dennis used to be so...intimate and we kissed a lot and made out and we-we had sex a couple times, but then I started to notice he was becoming less and less...um...active. He never kissed me anymore and certainly had no desire. So a couple weeks ago...I was researching heroine and crack side-effects...because those were the two I'd found out he took the most. And I found out that if you're taking heroine, one of the side-effects can be a lessened sexual desire...but only if you snort a fairly large amount. So I was just wondering...."

As Tiffany finished her story, I realized that must be the reason. If I hadn't been snorting, I probably would be having sex with Tiffany right now. "Well...I guess that must be it, Tiff. I-I'm sorry....Do you want to?"

"Do you?"

"I asked you first."

She giggled, and kissed me. "Only if you want to."

I grinned, but tried to figure out what I was feeling right now. I really wanted to love Tiffany, but truly. I didn't want some kind of instant macaroni love, like when you just put it in the microwave and it's done instead of boiling the water and adding all the ingredients. Right now I was boiling the water, and I had to decide if I wanted to just spill it and take out the instant macaroni...or keep adding the ingredients.

I sighed and looked her in the eyes. "Maybe...when we get to know each other a little better, and I'm starting to stop heroin. If that makes any sense at all...starting to stop..."

Tiffany laughed and nodded. "I understand, Morty. But we can still make out right?"

"Oh, yeah." I smiled and took the blanket from the end of the couch and threw it over the two of us, as we fell more in love by the second, with just the inextinguishable fire between us and the rain outside of us.

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