He stood behind the car, and softly put his hand on the trunk. Rain was dripping from the rim of his hat, the rain now pouring down more fiercely than before. It was surprising how fast the dirt turned to mud. Not a little mud, but thick, trapping mud. He took another step forward, his fingers were curled, just a bit away from being a fist. This girl was a slut. She did flirt with him. But then would not stop whining over the worthless son-of-a-bitch Derek. Fuck him. This girl was nothing but trouble.

Trouble must be destroyed of for the sake of everyone. Especially Mort. Poor Mort's had to deal with enough in his life. Being named Morten. Being sent to a nuthouse when he was eight for two and a half weeks. Constantly having to check in with therapists when he was a teen. Finding Amy. Losing a child. Finding out Amy was cheating on him with Ted. This would be done for Mort, poor, poor Mort.

He stepped the side and walked to the door of the car, peering inside at Katie, who was seemingly sleeping. Lifting a fist, he intently focus on her face, and knocked on the window. She jumped, and her head snapped to him. She stared at him wide a 'what do you want?' look on her face. "You're a bastard." She mouthed to him though the glass.

He shook his head and mouthed back, "Sorry." Katie stared at him, and leaned forward, resting her arms on the wheel of the car.

"What do you want?"

He tapped the window again. Katie only mouthed 'Broken.' He paused then pointed to the lock inside the door, then pulled the handle of the car. She had locked herself in. Katie face was overcome with suspicion. She shook her head. He again said, "Sorry." His brown eyes met hers and they stared into each other's for a moment.

Katie swallowed hard, and looked around with a worried look. But there was no one there for assistance with him. She unlocked the door, then moved to the other side of the car, keeping her feet on the seat so he couldn't sit down.

He opened the car door, and leaned in, looking at her with a small smirk on his lips. "'Lo, ma'm."

Katie scrunged up her nose, as water from his hat were dripping on her legs. She also scrunged him her nose at his voice, "Why are you talking like that?"

"Talkin' like what?"

"That. Like your from the south. You aren't... And why are you wearing that hat? I've never seen you in it..."

"I thought I could be dressy for you, ma'm."

Her right hand gripped onto the bottom of the seat, her left hand gripped onto her skirt as she was trying to calm her nerves. Something wasn't right."

"You know my name, Mort. It's Katie. Why do you keep calling me 'ma'm'?"

"You've got a lot of questions. Too many for my liking." He said with a scowl, as he leaned futher into the car.

She pressed herself against the door, her right hand now fumbling behind her back for the lock and the handle. "Stop it, Mort. You're scaring me." She whispered.

With a smirk he reached forward and grabbed one of her arms, "Why you callin' me Mort?"

"That's your name!" She cried as she tried to pull her arm back, twisting away and throwing the opposite door opened.

"Don't be scared, little girl. It won't even hurt." And as he finished, he grabbed her long hair with the other arm, and with her arm and hair in hand, he jerked her backwards, out of the car. Katie let out a scream for help as she fell back into the mud, trying to pull her hair out of his hands.

"Don't waste your breath. No one can hear you scream. This is the only home for miles." He whispered in her ear, as he began dragging her back to the porch.

"Mort!" She cried, looking up at him with tear-stained eyes, "Please, Mort... Don't. I'm so sorry for whatever I've done... Just let me go and I won't tell anybody about this." She sobbed as she was trying to stay on the ground, trying to resist him pulling her up the steps.

"Now why would I go an' do a stupid thing like that?"

"I love you, and I know you love me, Mort. Please!"

At this he stopped, and looked down at her. For what seemed like a lifetime, they stared into each other's eyes. Katie's were showing honesty, softness, yet fear at the same time. Mort's, on the other hand, did not show any expression. "Mort may love you. That's why you caused him to drink, caused him to want to kill himself." He paused briefly then nodded firmly, "Mort loves you."

A relieved smile crossed Katie's lips gently as she reached up a hand for him to take.

"But I don't." He said, with another forceful jerk across the porch as Katie let out another loud, fearful scream. "Ah don't worry!" He yelled at her, "I'm not gonna kill ya!" He opened the door and pulled her through. Atleast she was slightly standing on her feet. It wasn't so difficult to pull her now.

"What do you want of me!" She asked as she began pulling against him again, knocking a lamp over. Then a picture of him and a dog. He pulled her to the center of the living room, and tightly held her. "LET ME GO!"

He shook his head, "Can't do that. Not now."

"Then what do you want!" She screamed in his face. He said nothing, but only watched her. A smirk crossed his lips. Katie let out a yell of anger as she shoved him, he stumbled back but still held onto her wrist, threatening to break it.

Seeing that he was yet still smirking, she spat in his face.

A look of rage crossed his face and he threw Katie to the floor, her head only missing the bottom of the stone fireplace by a few inches. He wiped the spit of with his sleeve.

She stared up at him, "WHAT DO YOU WANT, MORT?" She shouted up at him.

He stood over her, then bent in closer to her face. "You." And with that one of his hands pinned her wrists above her head to the floor and his other hand went to her shirt.

"Hush, baby. You love Mort...I'm doing this for him."