Chapter 7
The truth is discovered…
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Caroline stood there in shock as Mort grinned at her reaction. He walked in and closed the door behind him never breaking eye contact with her. Slowly he took her hand his thumb rubbing her smooth palm. He kissed it chastely all the while looking at her. Caroline kept silent unsure of what to say.
"Mort? Is that you?", taking her hand out of his grasp. But before anything was spoken between the two Mort grabbed her and crushed her against him bringing her lips to his taking the breath away from her. She was in shock.
But immediately she gave in, after going a month without him it almost drove her crazy. God he tasted so good. The way his lips moved against her and she felt her body moving.
She immediately recognized that he was pushing her to the couch. She wanted to so much but she knew that she needed answers even if this took away some good love making.
She grasped the front of his shirt and pulled him off of her. He just stood there smiling staring at her swollen pink lips. "Mort baby…what's going on?", as Mort walked around the living room running his hand across the mahogany table.
"I think it's better darling if he tells you", turning around blowing her a kiss. "He?", as Mort suddenly stopped moving.
"Mort?", as Mort lifted his head up slowly. She could see it. His beautiful chocolate eyes. He looked at her in silence just taking her in. He looked at her as if he's never seen her before. He walked over to her touching one of her brown strands, taking in her purple writing glasses, and her black nail polish. Her scared porcelain face, her slightly swollen lips, and her cerulean blue eyes. No body had eye's like his Caroline.
He looked down he toes sticking out from her jeans, her toenails black also with a little toe ring. He was sure her butterfly tattoo was still flying across her ankle happily. He continued going up, seeing her wear a form fitting tank top and a small butterfly necklace he had given her to match her tattoo. And then he ended up back to her face. He shook his head as he finally gave in to his need and grabbed her hugging her tightly to her.
She could feel it, warm wet tears falling on her shoulders. She could feel him shaking, sobbing into her shoulder as he fell to his knee's holding her dearly to him. His face against her stomach as she soothingly rubbed her hands through his dirty blond tresses trying to calm him.
"Shhh…Mort its okay. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere baby". She wasn't sure how long they stayed like that. Him holding her so intimately liked a dehydrated man, as she was the thing to quench his thirst.
She was never really needed by anyone like this. It was a new feeling and she liked it. A feeling of being wanted and needed. She held him dearly to herself. This is why she loved him. Because he needed her just as much as she needed him.
He looked up at her from her stomach and spoke so quietly she almost didn't hear him. "I have to tell you some stuff….", taking her hand in his and getting up from his knee's and taking her over to the couch. For the next hour he told her everything. His divorce with Amy after finding her cheating on him with Ted. He told her about how he moved up to the cabin to get away and try to get over his anger.
How John Shooter had come and accused Mort of stealing his story. All the problems that John Shooter had brought, from killing his dog, to burning down his house and from killing his lawyer and a friend of his, and taking the magazine to prove the story was his.
Mort finally sighed. Here was were she was going to get scared and run away from him. He sighed again. He started rubbing his eyes and running his hands through his hair unsure of how he was going to tell her. "But after everything Caroline….I finally figured out that John Shooter wasn't really real", as Caroline looked at him confused not sure what he meant.
He looked up from his hands and looked at her. Her eyes were full of love and understanding. She would stand by him no matter what but at the moment Mort wasn't all that sure after what he was going to tell her. "What I mean Caroline is that..umm..uhh..", he wanted to say it but he was so scared of her
reaction.
"Mort just tell me..", as he sighed again his hands shaking. "I'm John Shooter…", saying that immediately lifted a heavy weight off of his chest. But he wouldn't look up. If he did he knew that she would be giving him a disgusted look of horror. Such a look from her especially from her would kill him.
But his patience wore thin and he looked up. She had tears coming down her eyes, as she moved forward and kissed him with all the passion she could possibly hold. "This is the truth? Your not lying to me right Mort?"
All he did was nod wiping her tears away. She finally understood it. Everything about his ex wife and Ted. The murders. The strange behaviors of Lake Tashmore. It was all finally making sense. She sat there with him. They talked amongst themselves quietly. They heard the door opening. Looking up to the entrance Orlando and Katie were coming in.
Katie noticed Mort and Caroline and started laughing happily. "Orli! Orli! Honey look! We have a guest!!!!", running over to the couch to meet Mort. Orlando looked at the couch and what he saw twisted his heart and felt a spark of jealously run through him.
Mort Rainey was sitting there with Caroline holding her hand in his smiling up at Orlando and doing a small wave in his direction. Smiling………it annoyed Orlando already. He was mad.
WELL THERE YOU GO PEOPLE!! THIS WAS A MORE SAD CHAPTER!! A MORE LOVING ONE!!! TO MAKE YOU HAPPY!! NOT GONNA PUT SHOOTER IN FOR A WHILE!! GONNA GIVE MORT A BREAK!! WE GONNA HAVE MORE FUN STUFF WITH THE FIGHTING AND THE BABY!!!! READ AND REVIEW!!
