Chapter 17

Yes! Thank you for not throwing more Hilary Duff Cd's Kait. I appreciate it! Well as you can see Caroline never died, it was only a nightmare Mort was having. Trust me I wouldn't have the guts to kill off my main characters cause I just love them so much! Hugs all main characters cept Shooter. Attacks and kills Shooter lol! Read and reviews! Ps. So sorry for not updating for so long! Oh yeah and I don't own Secret Window or any of the character cept Caroline! DAMN IT! lol! Must have Mort Rainy!

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They sat there in silence as Caroline drove them back to their Tashmore Cabin. Every few moments Mort would look over towards Caroline just to make sure she was still there and it wasn't his imagination playing with his mind.

She could feel it, as she turned the car on the trail through the woods. His intense eyes , sinking every part of her in.

She loved the feeling. The possesivness that he held over her made her feel special and important to him. But the only thing she wondered about is why he was acting this way.

It's not as if he never stared at her like that. It actually made her squirm beneath his gaze but it didn't mean that she didn't like it, as she grinned at herself at how much of a horny person she was.

She couldn't help but give off a chuckle as Mort stared at her amusingly wondering what she was laughing at. They caught sight of their cabin as they parked the car, turning it off and stepping out of the vehicle.

It was sunset, as they walked over to the small dock to watch it. The dark reds, and golds kissed the sky as the warm air caressed their skin. The smell of pine entered their noses as Caroline realized how much she had missed the smell of the forest from that nasty sort of funky smell of the hospital.

Yawning she stood up stretching. "Well I am exhausted. I think I'm just gonna hit the sack okay?", as he only nodded. Bending over she gave him a small kiss on the lips as she entered the house to greet Mrs. Garvy.

"Hey Mrs. Garvy!", as Chico ran over to Caroline happily his tail wagging with excitement. "How was my little baby! I hope he was a good boy!"

"Oh he was fine Miss. Shan", as she looked out the window to see Mort Rainy sitting there at the dock daydreaming at the sky.

"How is Mr. Rainy…?", as she whispered pointing towards him. "Oh he's fine Mrs. Garvy…really…he's okay", nodding her head as Mrs. Garvy stared suspiciously at his silhouette.

"I told him in the beginning that he needed a good woman, and not that wife of him", as Caroline continually nodded her head becoming annoyed with Mrs. Garvy's talking.

"While I was at it Miss. Shan I cleaned the house up", as she walked into the kitchen bringing back something. "I found this in Mr. Rainy's….umm…your…uh…I found it in the bedroom", unsure if Mort and her were sharing a bed or something else.

Smiling Caroline understood, as she took the strange hate. "That's interesting…I've never seen this hat before", as she held the strange black amish looking hat.

"Well it was hidden away and I though that maybe you and Mr. Rainy might have been looking for it".

"Well I don't know. I didn't even think Mort wore any hats except his beanie but oh well I'll show it to him when he gets inside", giving a little shrug throwing the hat on the small table.

"Thanks for coming over and watching Chico for us Mrs. Garvy. Mort's been having a real tough time so thanks…", as Mrs. Garvy stepped out of the door waving.

"For nothing", she said as she shut the door behind Mrs. Garvy. Rubbing her tired eyes, she moaned. "God that woman never shuts up", walking up the stairs and into the bedroom.

She fell on the bed, feeling exaustion slowly take her over. Before she knew it darkness came over her.

Mort sat there thinking to himself. "Interesting. Mrs. Garvy didn't even stop over to chat like she usually does…", thinking sarcastically. He turned his head slightly to see Mrs. Garvy pulling away looking at him all the while.

He gave a small wave turning his back towards the water and sky. He took another deep breath. "It was so real. I can literally feel her blood on my hands…", rubbing his hands together trying to loose the chilling feeling come over him.

"But it was just a dream nothing more".

"Are you so sure Mort?"

"Well why the fuck wouldn't I be sure? I felt her. She's alive. She told me it was all just because of the fever".

"How are you so sure that your still not passed out on that hospital table taken over by the fever and all of this is just another little game."

"Because I just know! I know that its her! She's alive and that's all that matter!", as he stood up quickly chucking that stone that he held in his hand into the water causing millions of ripples to appear on the water.

The voices stopped, as Mort felt himself start to cry, as he held his head. "She's alive. She's real. It's not make believe…", as darkness came upon Lake Tashmore.

Mort carried his weary body back into the cabin, as Chico barked with joy running up to Mort jumping up and down. "Hey Chico…it's good to see you boy", as Mort rubbed Chico's head walking up the stairs leaving Chico to watch him curiously.

Entering the bedroom he found Caroline sleeping happily in bed sheets tangled up in her body. Mort smiled, feeling a male protection come over him.

He wanted to protect this woman. He wanted to love her, and he would kill himself for her. He wanted to love her as only a man should and hear her whisper his name every night.

Sighing and running his hand through his dirty blond hair he cautiously entered the bathroom. Turning on the light he stuck his head through the door way looking around. Nothing. Everything looked exactly the same.

No words scarred the walls, no blood drowned the floor. It was all safe. Breathing a sigh of relief he shut off the light, and walked through the bathroom stopping only for a few seconds to make sure everything was alright with Caroline.

He walked over to his desk where his laptop sat, the blank screen waiting for a story to be writen for everyone to read. "Maybe I'll write some tonight", but immediately thinking this his mind seemed to go blank. Nothing. He couldn't think of anything to write and that was bad. Very bad.

Looking through the shelves of his desk moving around papers, he found a pack of Pal Mall cigarettes as he took one of the box fiddling in his shirt to find a lighter.

Finding it, he grabbed his robe slipping it on as he stepped outside into the warm night air. Lighting his cigarette, he closed his feeling breathing in the glorious sweetness that was a cigarette.

And he listened. Just to the noises of the wild, as the crickets seemed to play a whole musical for him. The gently quiet of the tree's swaying to the earth's gentle wind. Mort found himself in complete peace.

"Welcome back Mr. Rainy",as Mort opened his eyes finding Shooter standing there across from him leaning on a tree smoking a cigarette also seemingly grinning at him.

"So how did ya like the dream world Mr. Rainy? Was is magical?", as Mort grinded his teeth. "How could you show me something like that?", as Shooter only shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm only showin you stuff Mr. Rainy that could happen if yer not careful of your pretty little lady…The world's a dangerous place and I don't think she would put up much of a fight. Now yer other little lady", as he pointed over towards the garden grinning, "she was a fighter".

"She put up much of a fight but in the end she curled up and keeled over", as he chuckled to himself. Mort felt his stomach tighten, almost ready to throw up any minute.

"I don't think ye would want that to happen to Miss. Shan. Pretty little Miss. Shan all alone up there, thinking she's safe and sound. But she's not…she's living with murderer", as he walked straight up to Mort.

"I sometimes wonder how she would take it if she saw the way ya killed yer ex wife. I bet she would scream and run again", as he grabbed both of Mort's shoulders tightening his grip.

"I don't think ya would take it well Mr. Rainy if you woke up finding her dead in the tub like ya did. I also don't think you would take it well if you woke up finding her hanging from a rope over your bed looking down at ya", as Mort seemed to slump in Shooters grip feeling suddenly helpless.

Dropping Mort he seemed to wipe his hands on his clothes. "No, I didn't think ya would like Mr. Rainy.

So it's best if you be good because I will get her sooner or later and ye won't be able to stop me", as Shooter left Mort laying there as he walked away into the darkness.

Caroline turned over snuggling into the warm sheets until she awoke to screaming. Squinting her eyes to adjust to the darkness, she got up and pulled away the curtain to find Mort screaming in the darkness at nothing.

She noticed that he was wearing that strange hat Mrs. Garvy had found locked away. "That's strange…", she murmured.

Well there you go! Mort's back home, and Shooter is back being a bitch! Hope you liked! Please REVIEW!