New York Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own Secret Window...alright?
Summary: (more) Mort's publishing company is fed up. He won't write. So now he's stuck doing office work. But he cannot cooperate there either. Since the death of Amy, Mort's eyes have been transfixed on his mysterious co-workers. The very tragic, yet humorous story of how John Shooter won't let Mort have his way with anything. His college girlfriend is now his co-worker and his young co-worker now wants to be his housekeeper. Mort will have to go to drastic measures to get Shooter out of his life completely.
AN: I'm bored. My chapter titles usually have nothing to do with the chapter by the way. Haha.
Chapter Three: Time Goes By So Slowly
Finally. Saturday.
Mort laid in his bed that morning, not wanting to move. And he didn't have to. Yesss.
His eyes were slightly open and he realized how messy his house was becoming. The past three housekeepers couldn't keep up with the clutter. Maybe he'd hire a new one. When he got around to it.
He'd stayed up all night talking to Carrie. They'd had a few drinks too. But she was barely buzzed. It reminded Mort of college. She was never the type to get drunk easily. He told her to stay at his place for the night just in case though.
Mort didn't want to get up. He wasn't sure if Carrie had left before he'd woken up, if she'd left last night, or if she was still here. He was subconsciously hoping for the last possibility.
Well, he got his wish. Things seemed to be going for the best since he entered the office. Before he knew it, Carrie had jumped on him, waking him up. "Carrie..." he whined, laughing, definately reminded of the many times this had happened in college.
"Wake up, wake up!" she said adoringly, now under the covers with him. He laughed with her. He loved being with her. He kissed her. He loved her.
Carrie found it strange at first but didn't object. She shyly kissed him back, half lying on top of him. Mort pulled her closer, almost positive he was now living the past. When they finally broke apart, Mort had barely understood why he'd done it. Actually he didn't at all. But when she looked at him and smiled, he didn't regret it.
It wasn't soon until it was Monday again. Mort said hello to Scarlet and Carrie when he sat down at the office like usual. Carrie had left right after their kiss and they hadn't talked since. Mort had decided he wouldn't think too much of it. Maybe Carrie went in a different direction with it.
"Carrie?"
She looked up across the hallway. She avoided his eyes though.
"Can we talk?" he whispered.
She nodded and told him to come over. Mort looked both ways as if crossing a street before entering her office. He sat down, looking in her pretty eyes. "Okay, sweetie...I have to ask you something."
"Okay," she replied blankly.
"...Did you ever think of me after college?"
"Why do you have to ask me that?" she almost whispered.
"Well then why did you kiss me?"
"Hey, you kissed me!"
"Well you didn't stop me!"
She sighed and dropped her pen. "We're being childish. We were together like fifteen years ago."
"So...it's over?" he asked dismally.
"I don't know, Morty...It's not like I haven't thought about you at all. Not like I forgot everything. I couldn't do that. We had so much..."
"I know. I know..." Mort mentally slapped himself for getting her so upset. This wasn't what he'd wanted to do. "Maybe we could start over?"
"Start over for the third time? You said that in college, we had to start over a week ago, and now you want to start over again?"
Mort didn't know what to say. But he didn't have to because at that moment, Carrie's cell rang and she answered it quickly, obviously discontinuing this conversation. Mort buried his face in his hands, thinking quickly while he had time to spare. He didn't exactly hear much of her phone conversation but it must have been urgent because she grabbed her purse and some papers. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"I need to pick up my daughter, Mort."
Mort's jaw sligthly dropped. "Your-your what?"
"My daughter." She sighed seeing Mort's constant state of confusion. "Long story short, I got divorced five years ago."
He couldn't believe it. "Who were you married to...?"
"You don't know him. Sorry Mort but I have to go."
"Well what's wrong with your daughter?"
"Who knows?" she said, walking out of her "cubicle".
He didn't know why, but that night Mort ended up sitting at his writing desk. Why was he trying to write? Writing wasn't a necessity anymore.
Just then the doorbell rang.
Mort irritably wondered who it could be. It couldn't be Carrie. Carrie was obviously pissed off with him at the moment. Could it be the sherriff? God, he hoped not... Scarlet? Why the hell would Scarlet show up at his door...
Mort didn't recognize the young girl in front of him as he pulled open the door. She couldn't be a day over twenty. She had long brown hair and bright blue eyes. She looked sad. And we all know there's nothing more beautiful than sad young eyes. "Mr. Rainey?"
"Do-Do I know you, sweetie?" He opened the door wider and let her in. She looked around.
"I'm uhm...I'm Carrie's daughter."
Mort was confused. "I thought your mom was going to go get you for something?"
"...Huh?"
He looked at her.
"Oh...! That's my little sister. She's sixteen. And she...gets in trouble a lot."
"So there's...two of you?" She nodded. "Can I ask you...What's your father's name?"
"Jerry Abbott."
At first, nothing came to Mort's mind. But then it came to him like a ton of bricks, which really made him feel stupid. "Jerry? Jerry, my best friend in high school, that Jerry?"
She stared at him. "How would I know?"
"I'm sorry." Mort was freaked out now. Definately freaked out. "What's your name?"
"...Lucy."
"What's going on, Lucy?" He led her over to the couch and sat with her, wondering what could possibly be going on.
She sighed. "I just...well I was going to run away. But I didn't know where to go...I usually live on campus at the college but I had to get away from there...And your address was sitting there on a Post-It note."
"Why did you want to run away?"
"My parents are getting divorced." Mort realized he'd make a pretty good psychiatrist. She was opening up to him easy enough. Then he noticed what she'd actually said. Wait this didn't make any sense...
"Lucy, you're mom told me she and your dad got divorced a long time ago."
"Why?"
"They're not?"
"What?"
He searched for different words. "Are you parents just now getting divorced?"
"Yes!"
"Okay, okay." Now he didn't know what to say. He'd played psych for as long as he could. Why would Carrie lie to him? This didn't make sense... "Do you want me to call your mom?"
"No! She just thinks I'm at the school anyway..."
"Alright then..." he replied, still quite unsure. "So are you staying here?"
"Is it okay?" Mort nodded. "Alright...I just really don't wanna go back to the school-"
"Don't worry about it. We can talk about it in the morning."
AN: There was like, a lot of dialogue in this chapter and took forever but I've got a plan :) That's a first. Review :)
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