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CHAPTER 6 Mort’s POV “Shooter? Is that you?” Mort asked nervously. A chuckle echoed in his head. “Sure is pal! Did you think you seen the last of me?” Mort moved quickly to the bathroom and peered into the mirror. Sure enough, there was Shooter’s reflection staring back. The farmer’s mouth twisted into a sickly attempt of a smile at Mort’s reaction. Mort cried out in shock and back away from the mirror, as if Shooter would come through it. That infamous black hat sat on Shooter’s head and he narrowed his eyes at the frightened writer. “I see you got a new woman in your life Mort,” Shooter began. Mort’s head went blank. He couldn’t remember whom Shooter was talking about until it dawned on him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Shooter,” Mort lied. There was no way he was going to allow Shooter to harm you. But Shooter laughed despite Mort’s lie. “Nice try Mr. Rainey. I mean that woman who you so gallantly helped at the mart. I think you two are on very friendly terms from the kiss you shared.” Mort gulped. “Leave (you) alone you bastard!” “I’m not going to hurt her. I’m glad to see your tastes have improved in women. She looks like a keeper.” Mort nervously laughed. “What do you want?” “Simple Mr. Rainey. I like your new girl.” Mort glances at him suspiciously. “What are you getting at Shooter?” “I like her,” he repeated. “I want her I believe.” “No! She’s not yours to have!” Mort growled at the reflection. “Mort, dear Mort. Have you forgotten what I’m capable of? In one way or other, (you) will be mine in time.” Shooter laughed once more. Mort shut his eyes and covered his ears to block out that hideous laugh. When he opened one eye, Shooter was gone. Breathing deeply, Mort ran out and went to his room. Bandit was in there, asleep, at the foot of the bed. Mort looked away from him and crawled into bed. Shooter’s words echoed in his head. Why is he back? Mort thought. Why can’t he leave me alone? He killed Amy and now he wants (you). I can’t let anything bad happen to her. But how would I protect her? I can’t tell her the truth because she might think I’m crazy. Or worse, she might leave me for good. Mort pondered throughout the night of what he should do. The thought of Shooter returning sent shivers down to his toes. Yes, he knew what he was capable of and he didn’t want anything bad to happen as it did in Tashmore Lake. Mort turned onto his side and look out his bedroom window. He never realized the good of view he had of your room. He saw you go in and began to remove your clothes for bed. Quickly he turned away from the tempting sight. He wasn’t going to give that satisfaction to Shooter. No way he would. He vowed to himself he would finish Shooter off for once and for all. He wasn’t going to let the madman harm anymore innocent people. Even if that meant death to himself to keep you safe. If it came down to that point, then Mort would do it without any second thoughts. Your safety was worth more than his life. * * * * * CHAPTER 7 The next morning you awoke as a new person. That kiss you and Mort shared stayed in your mind and an idea popped in your head. You fled from the bed to your living room where your computer was. You turned it on and brought up your novel. Scrolling down to where you left off, you knew you could finish it. So you began to type. The words flowed onto the screen so easily and you knew you had your new inspiration to thank for. Sure, keep the storyline but the man had changed. * * * * You were so busy you didn’t realize how much time passed. It was already 1 and you had about ten new pages done. Sitting back, you admired of what you had written: Anna’s heart sung a sweet melody after that tender moment she had with Jeff. His gentle and delicate touch made Anna yearn for him even more. The sweet whispers he spoke promised volumes of intimacy she could ever dream of. She came to realize that Jeff was the man she was in love with and not Chris. Satisfied, you saved it and quickly got dressed. While you were brushing your teeth, there came a knock on the door. Smiling, you figured it was Mort. That’s whom you dreamt about the entire night. Upon opening the door, you wished you never did. “Hi (you),” he said. His voice was light and soft-spoken. His crisp sky blue eyes scanned your face for some sort of reaction. Perhaps happiness was the better answer. “Hello Chris,” you managed to get out. You weren’t sure what else to say. What would you say to your ex? “Could I come in? Or are you expecting someone?” Chris asked. “Well,” you started. “I’m kind of busy at the moment right now but thanks for dropping over.” You started to close the door, but Chris stopped you. “I figured you would say that and after knowing you for a couple of years I know when you’re lying. So c’mon and let me in,” he replied sweetly. Alarms went off in your head telling you to right out and scream ‘No’ to the jackass because you have Mort in your life. But another voice was saying to let him in. It would be a kind gesture and you were a tad bit curious of what’s going on in his life. You could guess which one you picked. Chris went inside and looked around the place. “I see everything is where I had left it,” he said, trying to make conservation. “I haven’t gotten around to remodeling yet,” you explained. “Oh.” He wandered over to where your computer was. “I see you were working on your novel (you).” You silently cursed yourself for forgetting to turn it off. “It’s a work in progress.” “Jeff? Is he a new character or something?” Chris asked alarmed after he skimmed a little bit of it. “Yeah he is. Why?” “No reason.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “Why are you here?” “(You), I miss you terribly,” Chris said. “I’ve been thinking about you ever since the split.” “Really? What about the Mrs. Sandra Thompson?” He sat on the couch and looked up at you. “Sandra doesn’t know what’s she talking about. We’re engaged but not married yet.” “And you’re telling me this because?” “Because I want out of it. Sandra’s a nice girl but we never quite connected like we did. I miss you so much! Don’t you miss me?” “I did. But Chris, I met someone else and he’s . . .” “That writer Mort Rainey,” he spit out in venom. “If you have a problem with that then I’m sorry. I’m not the one who had the affair and gave up on our marriage. And I also believe that I wasn’t the one who ran out with another person!” “I was wrong! Damnit (you), I made a mistake and I wish I can go back and change a few things so we’ll be together. Don’t tell me not a day goes by and you don’t think of me. Tell me!” he yelled. Getting upset, you screamed, “I DID! I use to think about you everyday and I realize of how a fool I was. I was obsessing over you for no reason and now that I’m finally happy, you have the nerve to tell me you want me back! Well, guess what! I don’t! I DON’T WANT YOU BACK EVER!” Chris jumped. “You bitch! I thought I meant something to you!” “You did long ago! Now, I’m in love with Mort!” “You’re what?!” The words just came out and you were surprised by the sudden confession. Normally you would have said you didn’t mean to and that you didn’t know what you were thinking. But that was the old you and this is the new. Taking a deep breath, you repeated, “I’m in love with Mort, Chris.” You didn’t see it coming and probably neither did Chris, but it did. His hand flew out and slapped your right cheek. The pain stung and you were taken aback by the sudden rage. You became frightened and you stood staring at him with wide eyes. “Oh Christ! I didn’t mean to . . . (you) I’m so sorry!” Chris blurted out. Snapping out of your trance, you scrunched up your face in a grave look. “Out,” you said very low. “Get the Hell out of my house!” A surge of power coursed through you and you became much stronger and louder. “Are you deaf? I said get out of MY HOUSE!” Not wanting to upset you any further, Chris left the house in a hurry. For a couple of seconds, you stood what felt like years. Suddenly, you buckled down and the tears fell. Why? Why? Why? you thought over and over. He never struck you before. Never when you were dating and never when you were married. You weren’t sure what to do. You felt hopeless and confused. Then Mort’s face appeared in your mind and you got up and ran to his house. * * * * Mort was making some coffee when he heard his door being pounded on. The first thing that popped in his mind was Shooter. Shaking his head of that thought, he went over and opened it. You were shaking immeasurably and you practically ran into his arms. Right away, Mort sensed something was wrong and he wonder if Shooter . . . No! It couldn’t be! If it was, then she wouldn’t have come to me. “Shh! It’s all right,” Mort softly whispered in your ear. “It’s all right. You’re safe.” “Oh Mort!” you cried. “He came! He came!” “Who came?” Taking control of your tears, you looked up into Mort’s handsome and worried face. “Chris did,” you softly replied. Instinctively, he held you closer and for a moment you two stood there with the door opened. Finally, Mort closed it and moved you over to the kitchen. Setting you down on a chair, he quickly poured you and himself a cup of mud. (A/N: That’s a funny expression for coffee. Maybe I should go to Starbucks and ask for a cup of mud to see their reaction. Naaa! Hate the stuff anyways.) Handing you the cup, you quickly relayed what happened (without mentioning your little love confession). Mort listened carefully and reached for your hand when you came to the part when Chris hit you. When you were done, Mort went over and pulled you into a tight embrace again. Brushing a few stray strands away from your face, he gently kissed your mouth. Sighing contently, you deepened the kiss. After awhile Mort pulled back and held you. Softly whispering soothing words, he made a vow in his head that no one would harm you. Let it be ex or enemy, he would be there to make the pain go away. If anyone else bothered you, there would be Hell to pay. * * * * * CHAPTER 8 “This is simply wonderful! I don’t know why I didn’t do this in the beginning,” you said aloud as you admired more of your work. It was perfect. You never been so happy in your life. You had a wonderful boyfriend and your novel was kicking. Mort read it a few nights back and thought it was one of the best romance novels he ever read. You were overjoyed with happiness and nothing could beat that! “(You), are you ready?” Mort called. Leaning back in your seat, you grinned. “Yup. I added a little bit more.” It was a beautiful day and you left the windows opened. Mort was looking through the window next to the front door. Grabbing a light jacket, you went outside. Mort was on the front porch with Bandit. The dog knew he was going for a walk and was crying so loud he could wake the dead. “I see Bandit’s excited!” you giggled. “Yeah, try getting him to be quiet is another story,” Mort laughed. You lightly brushed your lips over his. “Shall we?” * * * * Now, when you take a walk with Mort’s dog, it’s not a walk for you. Mort let you hold onto Bandit’s leash and you wished you never asked. Despite the canine’s medium size, he is incredibility strong. Bandit was moving much faster than you were going and you swear you heard your arm slowly being ripped out of its socket! “Now you have to have a strong hold on him or he’ll drag you around,” Mort said. “Thanks for the tip!” you replied sarcastically as you struggled to keep up. Any kind man would have taken over so the woman wouldn’t have to experience such pain, but not Mort. After awhile he stopped walking to laugh at you when Bandit started to chase after a squirrel. You didn’t let go and so you were running around in circles after the poor scared creature. “Help!” you yelled. “MORT! CAN YOU PLEASE STOP LAUGHING AT ME AND HELP, DAMNIT!” He stopped. Putting his fingers in his mouth, he whistled. Magically, Bandit stopped and moved over to his master with you trailing behind. “That . . . was . . . not . . funny!” you panted. Petting Bandit’s head, Mort smirked. “I think it was very enjoyable. I never knew you could move so fast!” he teased. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah.” Taking off the leash, you handed it to him. “Here, he’s your dog and I think you deserve this torture much more than me.” He took it and chuckled. “He knows better than to do that to me. Maybe it’s his way of showing you how he loves you.” “Sounds like tough love to me.” You both went on at slow pace. You were coming into town when you had the strangest feeling in the pit of your stomach. For some reason you felt something bad was going to happen, but you dismiss it. You didn’t believe in ESP or any supernatural phenomenons. You were just passing Sam’s Grocery when that feeling returned. Ignoring it, you and Mort pressed on. Leaving town, you headed into a new subdivision that was built a few years back. You jogged once or twice over there but never really paid attention to the detail. Mort’s hand slowly founded its way to yours. So you two walked hand-in-hand (A/N: How lovely!) You saw a couple of the neighborhood kids playing tag and you didn’t realize Mort staring at you while you were off into your own world. Mort was doing a lot of thinking lately. Mostly about you and Shooter. He wasn’t sure what Shooter’s plans were but he kept a close eye on you. Mort became too much preoccupied in his thoughts, that it was his turn not to realize you were staring back. “Uh, Earth to Mort?” you waved your other hand over his face. Blinking, Mort’s face reddened a bit and quickly looked away. “Sorry,” he said. “Don’t be. What were you looking at?” “Nothing. The houses here are a lot nicer than the ones in our sub.” You knew he was avoiding the topic. You noticed that Mort wasn’t quite acting himself since you told him about Chris. He was always on guard and ready to strike when there was danger. It was unusual for you to see him like this. “Mort, is there something wrong?” you asked. “What do you mean?” he stopped. “Lately you haven’t been yourself. What’s wrong? You know you can always tell me,” you softly whispered. Mort wanted so badly just to say out right the whole truth. The truth about what happened to Amy and Ted and how Shooter wants you. Instead, he licked his lips and cleared his throat. “Nothing’s wrong (you),” he said assuredly, mostly to himself. “I’m been busy thinking about . . . this story I had in mind.” “Oh,” your face fell. Mort guiltily looked away from you. It hurt him not to tell you the truth. He didn’t want to worry you and he didn’t want you to carry his burdens. He felt his hand squeezed and when he looked down, you stared back understandingly. You wanted to show him he should have no fear in holding back anything. This made him feel a little better and he smiled gratefully to you. He understood and in a matter of time he would explain everything. Meanwhile, Bandit let out a low threatening growl, which caught you and Mort’s attention. Across from where you were, you saw a man looking out a window. It was hard to see, but you could feel his eyes bore right into yours. The curtain was blocking his face and a chill went down your bones. “Let’s go,” Mort interrupted. Nodding, you walked alongside Mort trying not to look back. Bandit was still growling and stopping every few steps you took. “C’mon Bandit,” Mort urged. “Go boy.” Giving up, Bandit reluctantly continued. This all was strange to you. You still could feel someone watching your every move. You quickened the pace a bit wanting to end this soon. Mort saw you rushing and had to run in order to catch up. “Whoa. Where’s the fire?” he asked as he grabbed your arm. “Mort, I think we should go now,” you spat. “I have a weird feeling that something bad is going to happen.” “Look, if it was that guy in the window, relax. It was probably some nosy old man making sure no one was trespassing. Everything’s fine,” Mort told you. Before you could say anything, someone was approaching Mort and you shriek. Surprised, Mort turned around to see what frighten you and was punched in the face. “Mort!” you cried. The blow knock Mort off his balance and he was lying on the ground holding his bleeding nose. Bandit was going nuts and jumped at the stranger that attacked his master. “Ahh!” the man cried as Bandit bit his ankle. His hand swung back and smacked Bandit. Bandit yelped and you quickly pulled him away and pounced on the man before he could escape. The man was laying face first in the cement as you tried avoiding his flailing arms and legs. His arm flew back and hit your mouth. Cursing, you grabbed his arm and twisted it around like they do in Cops. “Mort are you all right?” you called. “I’m fine!” He came over to try and help you. “It looks like you got him down pretty well.” “Yeah,” you grunted. The man’s body was flapping around and you were having a hard time holding him still. “(You)! It’s me!” his voice muffled. You and Mort look at one another. You slowly got off him watching his moves carefully just in case he decided to split. The man sat up to face you. You gasped. Chris’s face was all messed up with small scratches and a few cuts on his forehead and cheeks. His flaxen hair was all mussed up and little pieces were sticking all over the place. “Hi,” he said sheepishly. “You!” you shouted. “What the Hell were you thinking attacking my boyfriend like that?” “I didn’t know he was your boyfriend! I saw him grabbing your arm and I thought he was going to rob you or something,” Chris argued. “Yeah right,” you rolled your eyes. Mort held out a hand to help him up, but Chris stubbornly brushed it away. Standing up, he dusts off some of the gravel on his shirt and pants. When he was done, he look suspiciously over at Mort. “I’m Mort . . .” “Mort Rainey,” Chris finished. “I’ve heard of you. Sorry I punched you but you can’t be too careful these days.” “Yeah.” Mort chuckled nervously. “So you two are a couple?” “Yes we are,” you said flatly. “And we’re going to leave.” “(You),” Chris sighed. “I know you hate my guts right now, but could you please listen?” “No. Why should I Chris?” When Chris didn’t answer, you responded, “I thought so. Go home. Sandra might be worried.” You didn’t mean, actually you did, to be rude but Chris was getting on your nerves. You tried moving past him, but Chris got a hold on you. Mort immediately went over and pushed Chris. “Let her be!” he ordered. “She said she didn’t want to talk to you.” Annoyed, Chris shot back, “Oh yeah? What are you, her father now?” “Mort,” you began. He lifted his hand for silence. Mort coldly stared at your ex-husband. So this jerk thinks being tough will get her back? He must be as dumb as an ox to think that, he thought. “Leave us alone all right?” “No I don’t have to,” Chris replied. “I’m her ex-husband if you didn’t know. I still can talk to her and visit her whenever I want.” Chris strides over to Mort and got right into his face. “Just because you’re a famous writer doesn’t make you God. I know she has feelings for me Morty-Boy and I believe you know that. You’re just a distraction and when (you) comes to her senses you’re going to be history. No money in the world can buy her. So, Mr. Rainey if you want to pick a fight then I’m not the type of person you want to mingle with, got it?” Chris sneered. During the exchange, you strained to hear what was being said but you couldn’t catch anything. You knew how Chris got when something threatens what he wants. You were hoping that Mort would do something to get Chris off your backs. No such luck. Chris said something else and left. Bandit barked as he left and you stood looking at Mort. Slowly turning on his heel, he muttered, “Let’s leave.” You didn’t know what happened next, but that look on his face was creepy. It was unusual for him, almost like a murderous tone in his eyes. * * * * * CHAPTER 9 Knock knock. Opening your eyes, you looked over at your alarm, which read 6:45. You closed them and groaned. Too early! you thought. Whoever it is, maybe they’ll leave. Knock knock. Moaning, you got up and threw on a robe and dragged your feet towards the door. Outside stood Jessica. “Jessica? What-“ “Hi (you)! Can I come in?” Before you could reply, she barged in past you. “Please come in,” you said to the empty space. Turning around, the unwanted guest plopped down on the couch. Her hands sat on her lap twitching nervously. You moved around and went to your Laz-E-Boy recliner. “Jessica, are you aware how early it is?” “I know but I needed someone to talk to and you came to mind,” she answered. You regarded her with shock. Noticing your expression she replied dryly, “Well, I couldn’t talk to my friends about it since they don’t know the real story.” “Jessica, why are you here?” You didn’t mean for it to come out wrong, but face it. It as now 6:55 in the frickin morning! “Sandra’s back of course and I’m sick and tired about her and Chris. Chris and me did this Chris and me did that. I’m tired!” Sensing this had to be a sibling rivalry brewing, you suggested, “Ya know maybe you could talk to Sandra about it. After all, she’s your older sister and you two are close-“ “But it was you who drove her out!” Jessica spat. The last part stung and you lowered your head. “I didn’t mean to,” you said softly. “It’s just, well, your sister stole the one thing that mattered most to me.” Jessica snorted. “Yeah, uh-huh. But with Mort here and all I bet that attitude changed.” “It did as a matter of fact. Look, if you’re going to start blaming me for Sandra leaving then shove off. She’s back for good, apparently, and so that all once wonderful sisterly bond can be reunited,” you said full of sarcasm. “I came here for help and all you can do is be all bitchy towards me! I never done anything to you!” You bit back the comment, Really? Well what about that rumor that I supposedly had a secret lover? There was plenty to say of what Jessica Green has done and you bet you could make over a thousand pages of all her crimes. “Listen, I guess I have been treating you unfairly and I’m sorry. But the thing is that both you and Sandra have men in your lives and I don’t,” Jessica softly spoken. You did a double take. Is this what was bothering her? “What do you mean?” you asked. She sighed. “Sandra has Chris. He’s a great man and I always liked him, but not the way that Sandra did. Then there’s Mort. He’s attractive and sweet and I never met anyone else like him! Then you lost Chris and gained Mort. What does that leave me? There’s no good men in this town!” “There’s Joe,” you offered. “Yeah, but Joe’s not my type,” she grumbled. “Jessica, you’re old enough to leave and find Mr. Right. He’s not going to come to you if you stay here,” you said. She looked up at you. “It’s just that I have been living here my whole life,” she exclaimed. “I never have been anywhere else before!” At this moment you saw a side of Jessica you never seen before. The all- powerful leader of gossipers and the Queen of the Bitches were afraid to leave her own hometown to live her own life. Inside you were shouting for joy that she had a weakness, which you found and could use to your advantage. As much as you wanted to, you were practical and you didn’t have the heart to do it. Getting up, you moved closer to her. “I know how you feel,” you replied. “After college, I was afraid to go into the world. It’s a jungle out there, trust me, but you’re smart and you should have no trouble getting use to it.” “Do you think so?” she asked hopefully. You nodded. “I truly do.” She thought for a moment. “You’re not so bad (you) after all. Good advice you gave. I can’t believe you’re behaving civil to me.” You chuckled. “I know! I hated you since I came here.” “Me too!” she replied excited. You two looked at each other and at the same time you realized that this was turning into some kind of friendship. “Maybe we should stick to the way it was before,” Jessica said. “You’re right. Being friends isn’t right.” She let out a heartfelt laugh. “Thanks again (you). I’ll see you around later then.” “Bye Jessica,” you said as she left. * * * * Several hours later, you and Mort were driving home after doing some shopping when you spotted the Sheriff’s car and Sandra’s in your drive way. “What the hell?” you said. Mort pulled into his drive way and you both jumped out and jogged to your house. Outside on the porch, stood the Sheriff. “Howdy (you), Mr. Rainey,” he said. “Hi,” Mort replied. You looked past the Sheriff’s shoulder and saw Sandra standing her back to you. “Sandra?” you asked. She spun around and viciously stormed up to you. “It’s about time you’re here!” “Now Miss Green please calm down,” the Sheriff scolded. “Sorry ma’am but she’s upset. Can I ask you and Mr. Rainey some questions?” “Sure,” you told him. You didn’t see Mort stiffen at the Sheriff’s question. When everyone was settled in your kitchen, Sandra refused to look at you or Mort. Noticing this, you gave the Sheriff a questioned look. “(You), have you heard what happened?” “No. What?” “Oh sure Sheriff, what a good way to interrogate a criminal!” Sandra said. “Criminal?” you asked confused and alarmed. “Jessica Green is missing and you’re the last person who seen her,” the Sheriff finished. “Missing? Are you sure she didn’t leave town for a little bit?” Mort asked. “She never left town without telling me or her friends first,” Sandra shot back. “Miss Green if you don’t be quiet then I’ll arrest you for interfering!” the Sheriff yelled. Sandra quickly sober up and so the Sheriff continued. “We’re not sure what really happened. I have some of my men out searching but so far there’s nothing. Now, (you) I’m not accusing you of anything. You’ve always been a darling so I know you would never get caught up in a mess like this. What did Jessica say to you before she left?” You hesitate. How can one bring up something personal? Sandra gave you I- Knew-It look and before she could open her mouth, you answered quickly: “We were discussing men in general sir.” It wasn’t a total lie but you didn’t want to bring up the jealousy feeling Jessica had towards her sister. “Men, heh? I suppose it was that silly girl talk wasn’t it?” Sheriff joked. You nodded. “Yeah. She was upset that she didn’t have a boyfriend, but Mort could be right about her leaving town. I told her if she was looking for that guy then she’ll have to go out and look.” “Ah-ha! Sheriff, she just admitted it!” “Admit what?” Mort asked, getting angry. She pointed a finger at you. “You. You told my little sister to leave! That way whoever your compliance was could kidnap her!” “That’s not true!” your voice getting louder. “I did nothing to her!” “Sure. Why don’t you put on that Oh-feel-sorry-for-me gag so no one can convict you? You’re a wreck.” “Sandra,” you gritted between your teeth. “Ladies stop!” ordered the Sheriff. “Miss Green this is the last time! One word coming from that pothole of yours then I’ll take you to the cage!” Sandra stuck her tongue out at you. “I mean it,” Sheriff went on. “Thank you (you). Now, Mr. Rainey I know you’re still somewhat new around here so don’t take any offense to this. I know just about everyone in this town and we haven’t had a major crime like this in years, understand?” Mort nodded. “Good. Some of the neighbors said that they heard Jessica screaming around your place. I’m not saying you had any part in this but one told me she saw Jessica at your doorstep. Something like this is hard to overlook so I want to hear your side from all of this.” Everyone now had their heads turned towards Mort as he cleared his throat. “Well, I’m afraid I won’t be that much of help,” Mort started. “I was out on a morning jog with my dog between 6:30 and 7:30.” “I see,” the Sheriff said. He scratched his chin. “Not at home? Can anyone verify this alibi?” “I can!” you jumped in. Now the Sheriff’s attention snapped towards you along with Sandra and Mort. “Before Jessica woke me up, I had a bad night’s sleep. So I got up to use the bathroom around 6:30 and I saw Mort leaving with Bandit. So there’s no way that Mort could be a part of this.” “Oh right then. I guess that’s it folks. Thanks for your cooperation and there might be a slight chance of me returning for more questions,” the Sheriff told you. “My door will be open,” you replied with a smile. “Bye folks. Come on Miss Green.” Sandra got up and shot a dirty look at you before following the Sheriff out. When they were gone, you sighed a relief. “Why did you do that?” Mort asked. “What do you mean?” you asked as you got up. “For verifying my whereabouts,” he answered. “I don’t know,” you confessed. “It’s just I hate to see you in this fix I guess.” “Is this because of what happened in Tashmore?” You didn’t answer at first. You turned on the coffee pot and took out a couple of mugs before sitting back down at the kitchen table. Taking a deep breath, you looked into Mort’s eyes. “A little. I know you didn’t do it but if that is brought up then who knows what might happen to you. People are paranoid and a hometown girl doesn’t normally disappear like this all the time you know. You have done so much for me and I want to know that you’re going to be all right.” His face brightened for a second. Then it grew serious. “You shouldn’t have lied for me.” “Too late. Mort, I care for you a lot and I don’t want to see you get into trouble,” you pleaded with him. “Well, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into!” he yelled. He stood up so fast that the mugs on the table shook. You were taken aback by this action. He never yelled at you before. Well, you thought he never had it in him. But right now it terrified you. “I didn’t mean to yell,” he said softly. “(You), you’re very special to me and I never felt this way about anyone before. I’m sorry Jessica is missing, but it wasn’t me who did it I swear!” “I never said you did.” But Mort ignored what you said and continued. “I tried to stop him I really did, but he’s becoming too strong for me to handle.” “Mort, you know who kidnapped Jessica? Why didn’t you say anything to the sheriff?” you asked alarmed. “And what do you mean he’s too strong for you?” “(You), I couldn’t because I’m afraid of him. I know now’s not the time for me to be telling you this, but it’s for your own safety.” “Mort-“you began. “No please don’t say anything. I’m in love with you ever since I first met you. I don’t want to see you get hurt by anyone. Please do me a favor, if I should start to act strange then run away. It’s the only thing I can do to keep you away from him.” Mort moved to your side and gently brushed his lips against yours. “I love you,” he whispered. Giving you one last look, he left leaving you confused. He loves me. He loves me, your mind repeated. Shit and I never said anything! I bet he thinks I don’t feel the same way that he does. But what did he mean by “him”? Oh God, I hope he’s not in trouble! You got up and ran to the front door, hoping you would catch him. You were standing on the front porch when from across the street parked was Chris’s car. Chris was leaning against the hood and when he caught your eye, he gave you a wink that sent chills down your spine. Swiftly, he went inside the car and drove off. * * * * * CHAPTER 10 ~Mort’s POV~ As soon as Mort ran into his house, he quickly locked the door just in case you came over. “Mort, now’s not the time to hide from your lovely lady love,” Shooter said. Mort’s head whipped around and glared at the intruder. “What did you do to her?” “Why, who Mr. Rainey?” Shooter questioned. “You know damn who!” Mort barked. “I remember now,” Shooter grinned. “She was in the way. But don’t worry. She’s safe.” “Safe? Ha! To you safe is dead,” Mort spat. “Ouch, Mort that really hurts.” “Where is she? What did you do to her?” “Now Mort, you outta know that girl was nothing but trouble to (you). Do you know what she did to her?” Shooter toyed. “Just leave me alone! Leave (you) and me alone! She’s not yours and she’ll never will be!” “Are you implying that she belongs to you? Mort, that’s mighty selfish of you. Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to be self-centered?” When Mort didn’t answer, Shooter pressed on. “I think you’re afraid of the truth Mr. Rainey. That’s too bad. Maybe you’re afraid that if Miss (you) ever finds out the truth, she might leave you just like Amy did.” “No!” Mort moaned. “No! No! No!” Shooter walked up to Mort and grabbed his shoulders. “You know I speak the truth. So why are you refusing to listen?” “Because (you) is different than Amy that’s why! I love her and-“ “Does she love you back?” Shooter asked, baring his teeth in a crooked smile. Mort swallowed his saliva to moisten his dry throat. Does she love me? his mind echoed the question. I didn’t give her a chance to say anything so I really don’t know. “Don’t got an answer, huh?” Shooter grinned even wider as he loosen his grip on Mort. Stepping away, the crazy farmer crossed his arms and stared at him. “I know she does,” Mort said finally. “I can tell in her eyes. And in her words and actions Shooter. She looks at me with this sparkle something that Amy never had. I know she does.” “Well, what about that hubby of hers?” “Ex,” Mort stressed. Shooter shrugged. “Don’t matter. It seems she had a hard time getting over him despite how he treated her. Perhaps, she might go back to him. Then what?” “She won’t,” Mort replied. “I know (you) and she doesn’t want him back ever.” “We’ll see.” ~Your POV~ You were walking back and forth, trying to figure out what you should do about Mort. You tried calling a couple of times, but he wouldn’t answer the phone. “Why am I calling when I could just go over and talk to him?” you said aloud. So you left the house and headed towards Mort’s, when you heard an agonizing moan. “Mort.” You thought maybe someone broke in and was hurting Mort. Not taking the chance and going through the front, you made your way to the side between your house and his and peered through the window. Mort was standing, alone, in the middle of the living room. It looked like he was talking to someone but whom? You looked around and there was no other body but Mort. That’s strange, you thought. Carefully, you watched his movements as Mort gestured as if to another person. It appeared like he was pleading or something. Then you heard him yell to not go near you. Near me? you thought. What on earth is he talking about? Getting tired of guessing the charades, you turned your head away from the window just a second to see some screaming kids on their bikes. After, you went back to the window and right away you noticed the room was empty. There was no Mort. “Where did he go?” you wondered out loud. A clammy hand covered your mouth and you pulled you roughly against a hard body. Your attacker’s other hand looped around your waist, squeezing the air out of your body. You tried to fight back but he was much stronger than you. You twisted your head about to see, but his grip upon you kept you in place. This can’t be happening! your mind screamed. I bet this was Jessica’s kidnapper and oh God Mort where are you?! Next thing you knew, you were being pulled towards the back of the house. Not wanting this person to win, you tried to bite his hand but the action forced the stranger to snap your head and apply more pressure on your mouth. You felt yourself growing faintly with the lack of oxygen in your lungs. This guy didn’t want you to escape. This time, you tried kicking your legs but a low, amusing chuckle escaped your captor’s lips. He enjoyed this very much. The back door was opened and you were dragged inside. A loud bang echoed the house and you tried frantically to find Mort or Bandit to help you. You were all alone with some freak holding you. I’m going to die! you thought wildly. You were forcibly pushed against the couch as you entered the living room. Quickly you turned around and gasped. It was . . . Mort. Or what looked like Mort anyways. His normally cheerful face was replaced by a more solemn expression. Those dark brown pools you felt you could drown in were menacing and deadly. A perfectly black hat sat on his head to finally complete the picture. This was Mort was horrifying. You tried to speak or scream (you weren’t sure what to do but get a voice out) but nothing did. You felt your entire body go numb. “Now, now Miss (you). There ain’t be no need to be scared of me,” he said. His voice was even different! Mort was talking with a southern accent and you didn’t know what to think. “M . . .Mort?” you sputtered. He laughed. “No ma’am I’m afraid I’m not Mort. The name’s John Shooter.” “Shooter? What kind of name is that?” “A good one I might add. Now, what were you doing outside this house?” You gulped. Should you answer him? “N-nothing s-sir,” you stammered. “You’ve been spying haven’t you?” “No!” “You’re lying miss. I don’t like liars,” Shooter said. “But, you’re different than most women I can tell that. I can see why Mort likes you. You’re purty and different.” The way Shooter said ‘different’ was creepy and the look was so bold and hungry. You had no idea what you were dealing with but Shooter was someone not to mess with. “What did you do to Mort?” you cried. “Did you kidnap Jessica?” Shooter sighed. “Why must everyone blame me for the bitch’s disappearance? Mort was bugging me about that and now you are too. I did nothing to her!” His voice grew louder and you moved back into the couch as far as you could. Noticing your fearful expression, Shooter sobered and smiled that crooked way. ”Sorry if I frighten you but a man doesn’t like it when someone accuses of him something falsely.” You nodded. “I know a lot about you (you). Mostly, through Mort mind you. He cares for you and it makes me sad to see him that way. Amy broke his heart and I hate to see that happen again. Mort was such a wreck but I know it won’t happen again.” “How do you figure that?” Shooter laughed. “Simple. Mort was trying to keep me from you. Afraid of what might happen if we were alone. Am I hurting you? No way! (You), I want you to know that when you’re dancing with the devil you better go all the way or you’ll find yourself in one hell of trouble.” Before you could ask him what he meant, Shooter ripped off his hat like it was some sort of curse. You watched in wonder, as Shooter was slowly becoming Mort again. He fell to the ground. Worried, you ran over to Mort or Shooter’s side (not sure who) to help him up. You bent over and hoisted him up by his shoulders. Mort, grunting in pain, almost fell back down but luckily you got him over to the couch in time. His eyelids were closed tightly and you weren’t sure if Shooter was gone. “Shooter? Mort?” He opened them and you relaxed when you saw your reflection through Mort’s lovely dark eyes. He was back. “(You)? What are you doing here?” Mort asked. “I was coming over to talk and this guy Shooter took me in here and we talked.” “Shooter? Oh God did he hurt you? Oh dear,” Mort said. You combed your hand through his unkempt hair. “He didn’t hurt me, Mort,” you replied softly. “Mort, do you mind telling me the truth?” Looking up into your face, Mort sighed. “Amy and the others were murdered by Shooter. That’s why so many people are bothered by me. The thing is I don’t remember what happened. He came around when I was going through my divorce. I was a wreck and depressed and so this what brought him to life. “A couple of months later, after Amy’s death, I felt like a new man. Shooter never came back and so I thought he was gone forever. Like I said before, I needed to live somewhere else to start over and that’s why I moved here. Shooter came back after you kissed me on your porch (right now you’re blushing) and he threatened me. He wanted you and I was going to do everything I could to keep him from you. “When Chris came to the picture, it got even worse. Shooter was trying to come through whenever I seen him and so I held him in the best I could, thankfully it worked. I’m so frustrated that he got to you and I’m not sure what happened with Jessica! I don’t remember! I don’t remember.” You pulled Mort into a huge hug. “It’s okay Mort. I understand.” “No, you don’t,” he said as he pulled away. “I do,” you pressed. “I just wish you would have told me in the beginning.” “If I did then I’m sure you would turn back and never look my way again.” You shook your head. “I can’t ever do that even if I wanted to Mort. It’s hard to leave someone you love.” Mort blinked. “Love? You mean-?” “I love you Mort. Shooter might be strong but I bet we can fight him.” “So you’re not mad?” “Mad? Yeah, actually, I am a little bit but since you were trying to protect me that changes everything.” Mort laughed. “I wish I could remember what happened. But Shooter claims he never touched her but I think otherwise.” * * * * Sandra was sitting at the kitchen table, thinking about you and Mort. You both seemed pretty suspicious and she wished that the Sheriff had arrested you. She looked up at the clock and angrily let out a cry. Chris should have been home an hour ago, she thought. She drummed her nails on the table. Lately Chris has been coming home late and it bothered Sandra a great deal. She tried not to make a big deal out of it but it was. Ding-dong. “God, who can that be?” she huffed. Getting up, she went over to the back door. “I hate this,” she muttered. “I told Chris to fix that damn front door, but he’s so busy!” Opening it, she said, “Hello. Can I help you?” Nothing. “I see so that’s how it is, huh? You know what? I’m tired of this! Seriously I am. Wait. What are you doing? No. Please stop. You’re hurting me! NOOO!” Silence filled the house. |