This chapter was written under the influence of that wondeful drink, Ribena, basically blackcurrant concentrate but nicer and a shitload more expensive. Just thought you'd appreciate knowing that random fact before I carried on.

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Secret Window - Because I Loved You...

Chapter 2

The drive down to Tashmore Lake was a lonely one. Stuart had offered to drive her down but Sienna had politely refused. She wanted to have her car there in case Morton Rainey turned out to be some kind of psychopath. The radio was once again playing hits from the 80's, currently it was playing 'Jesse's Girl' which Sienna had had stuck in her head since waking up to it that morning.

She turned a corner and pulled onto the road leading down to the cabin where she would be staying. As the cabin drew closer, Sienna suddenly began to feel very nervous which was most unlike her. She'd interviewed many major authors, J.K Rowling, Anne Rice and she'd never been nervous before, why should this be any different?

"Too many horror films." She told herself. They always seemed to be set in a secluded woodland area.

As she pulled up outside the cabin, the front door opened and out walked Morton Rainey. Sienna was momentarily taken aback. She hadn't expected him to be so...good looking. She'd seen pictures of him on the dust jackets of the books she'd brought with her but she'd figured they were just a cover man. He was about 5' 9", 5' 10", blonde midlength hair, dark, dark brown eyes framed by wire-rimmed glasses. He wore a black sweater and jeans.

"Sienna Clark?" He asked as she climbed out of the car.

Sienna nodded, "That's me."

He smiled, "They send such pretty journalists these days. I used to get a fat old guy called Clive."

Sienna thought it best not to inform him that, up until 30 seconds ago, that's exactly how she'd imagined him.

"Please, go inside, I'll bring your bags."

"Thanks Mr Rainey."

"Mr Rainey's my father, call me Mort." Mort told her.

Sienna smiled and headed inside the cabin. She felt nervous again. She didn't know why, Mort seemed like a nice guy. She put it down to the same thing as before, too many horror movies.

Mort came in behind her, armed with her bags: "If you'd like to follow me, I'll show you where you'll be sleeping."

Sienna followed him up the wooden stairs and into a bedroom. In the centre of the room was a bed which reminded Sienna of hospital beds. Mort put her bags down on this.

"I'll leave you to unpack." He said.

"Thanks."

"Are you hungry?" Mort asked.

Sienna hadn't eaten since lunch when Stuart had given her the necklace she was currently fiddling with.

"A bit, yeah." Sienna admitted.

"Great, I'll fix something up." Mort said. He headed out of the room.

Sienna watched him leave then turned to her cases. She had no intention of unpacking. She never did when she went away. She always lived out of her suitcase. She decided to spend a few minutes looking through the books and articles on Mort that Justin had found for her. She picked up a book, 'Sowing Season' and began flicking through.

She was about 6 pages into a short story 'Secret Window' when Morts head popped round the door.

"Dinner is served." Mort said, cheerfully.

Sienna looked up from the book, "Oh, I'll be right with you."

Mort smiled when he saw what she was reading.

"I see you like my books?"

Sienna hated lying but in this case she felt it was neccessary: "Yes, they're brilliant, just re-reading a favourite."

She laughed nervously.

"I see." Mort said. He smiled.

Sienna put the book down and got up off the bed. Mort headed out of the room and she followed him, inadvertantly admiring his ass.

"I hope you like corn." Mort said.

"Yeah, I like...oh my God." Sienna followed Mort into the kitchen, where there was a huge plate of steaming corn, "So, just corn then?"

"Is that a problem?" Mort asked as he pulled a chair out for her to sit on.

Sienna sat down, "No...it's just, unusual to have nothing but corn."

"Not for me." Mort said as he sat down across from her, "Help yourself."

Sienna helped herself to one of the steaming ears of corn. She looked at it as if it was going to explode. She looked over at Mort who was eating away as if he'd not been fed for many months.

Mort paused and looked at her: "Something wrong?"

"No...no nothing's wrong."

You know, apart from the fact I'm stuck in a log cabin with a guy who has corn as a main meal while my boyfriend's probably having mad sex with his wife, Sienna thought.

"So Miss Clark, tell me a bit about yourself." Mort said.

"Shouldn't I be saying this to you?" Sienna asked with a smile.

"Not until tomorrow, tonight I get to know you and then you can start quizzing me in the morning." Mort replied.

"Okay, um, I'm 23, I'm from the UK, I moved out to America with my parents when I turned 18." Sienna explained. She hated talking about herself. She could never think of anything to say, "I've been working at 'The Book Review' for 4 years, I started as an itern and moved up to a journalist within a year, um... There's not really much else to tell."

"How do you like working at the magazine?" Mort asked.

"It's alright, I get to meet some interesting authors. Just last month I interviewed the writer of the Lemony Snicket books, Daniel Handler. My nephew went ape, he loves the books." Sienna explained.

"Is Stuart Carey still working there?" Mort asked.

"You know Stuart?" Sienna asked, smiling at the mention of his name.

"Can't stand the man." Mort admitted, "Always flirting with every woman he came into contact with. I swear if my wife hadn't already been having an affair, she'd have gone off with him."

"I remember reading something about her in the notes my assistant left me. She disappeared under mysterious circumstances, didn't she?"

Mort looked down, looking slightly upset.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, Mort. I just..." Sienna started before Mort put a hand up.

"No need to apologize. Moving on..." Mort said, with a smile.

"Yes, of course."

An uncomfortable silence passed between the two before Mort spoke up: "You haven't touched your corn."

"I'm... I'm not very hungry. I think I'm just going to hit the hay." Sienna said, standing up, "Goodnight Mort."

"Night."

Sienna walked cautiously up the stairs. She hated these kind of stairs. She was always frightened she'd get her leg stuck. She headed into her room and sat on her bed. She pulled out her cellphone. She wanted to talk to Stuart. She began dialling the number before realizing she had no signal.

"Damnit." She threw the phone into the corner of the room and lay back on the bed. She picked up the book by her and began reading. After a few pages, she found herself drifting off slightly. She dropped the book on the floor and turned onto her side. Within seconds she was fast asleep.

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I swear I will start doing longer chapters and I will update more often. I have many fanfics going through my mind at the moment and I'm still reeling from Closer (my new favourite movie). I can't say I'll update ASAP but I'll try not to leave months between updates. Oh and EFR fans, the new chapter of that will be online soon, when I've finished it!

Please R&R, flames are pointless as I will spit-roast all of Clive Owen's competition for the BAFTA's over them and we don't want that, do we?