The Deaths Come Marching One By One
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Summary: A misinterpretation of the phrase "lost the baby". This is the moment that changes Mort's life...This is why he writes horror. This is why Amy left him. Too many deaths...Who's fault is it really? Rating will most likely change.
A/N: Guess who? Lol! Yes here she is with another story. This one will probably be a little sad...Woah...I'm already crying thinking about this fic :( Hm...Maybe I'll get REVIEWS on this one. :) ---Rae
Chapter One: Turn Out Your Lights
My dad is my hero because he writes things that other people read and they really like them. He writes really good. He's the best dad in the world.
Mort watched his little girl do her homework at the kitchen table. He loved her so much...
He turned around, sensing his wife's eyes watching him.
"What's wrong, honey?" she asked, stepping toward him.
"Nothing. Just watching her do her homework. She's such a smart kid, you know?"
"Yeah. She is." Amy gave him a quick kiss on the lips and rested her head on his chest. "Will you put her to bed, babe? I'm gonna go to sleep."
"Sure. I'll be up in a minute."
Amy went over to her daughter and said good night, giving her a big hug.
The 28-year-old Mort Rainey loved his family more than anything in the world. He would literally do anything for them.
He watched Carolyn suddenly jump up and gather together her pencils and paper and stuff them all in her backpack.
"You done?"
"Yep."
"Come on then. It's time to go to bed, sweetie." He picked her up and tickled her, making her laugh like she used to when she was two or three years old. Mort wanted her to stay this age forever. He never wanted her to grow up. She had to be his little baby girl forever.
They reached Carolyn's room and Mort tucked her into bed. "Good night, angel."
"'Night, daddy."
He kissed her on her forehead and was about to leave the room and turn out the light, but she said something. "Daddy?"
"Yeah?"
She remained silent. "...Never mind."
Mort smiled. "Good night, baby."
By this point, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. Every night, Carolyn acted as if she had something really important to tell him, but she always said "never mind." If she was ever in any kind of harm, Mort hoped she knew that he would die to keep her away from it.
He then proceeded down the hall and climbed into bed himself, kissing Amy, who was still awake, on the forehead.
"Mort? Do you think she's okay?"
"What? Why wouldn't she be?"
"I don't know..." She slid down lower under the covers so that she was cuddled into her husband's arms. "I mean...She's just been acting a lot differently since she started first grade, don't you think?"
"Well...I don't know. I suppose...."
"How's your story coming?"
"Wonderful. It's about you, you know?"
Amy laughed softly. "Is it?"
"Yes..." he said, softly nibbling on her ear. "You've turned me into a hopeless romantic. I always write about you...."
"Why?"
"Well because you're the reason I write these books. I gotta give you some credit."
She laughed and turned her head around to kiss him. Within the silence of their sweet kiss, they both heard quiet sobs coming from down the hall. Mort let go of Amy quickly and his instinct was to jump up and go see what was wrong, but this time he just watched Amy, as if waiting for instruction.
"She's okay," Amy said quietly. "She's fine...Just turn out the light and go to sleep."
"But-"
"Sweetie, just go to sleep."
Amy rolled onto her side and fell fast asleep. But for Mort, it was probably one of the hardest things he'd ever done...trying to fall asleep to the sound of his baby girl crying two doors down.
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A/N: Sorry it's a little short...I'm getting tired....Well...some of you might recognize the name "Carolyn" from the story I deleted, Once Upon A Time In Tortuga. Lol I just love that name. It's so pretty. Anyway...please review okay? I love you and good night :-) ---Rae