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Struggle For Control	By : PiratesWench Category: S through Z > Secret Window Views: 3851 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mort tossed and turned in his bed, his thoughts
refusing to rest. He missed Alex
terribly. Ever since their second date,
he�d been calm, relaxed, happy � and most importantly � he was the only one
occupying his brain. However, since
Alex had asked if they could take a bit of a break from each other, he�d been
somewhat paranoid.

Coming to the conclusion that he was not going to be
blessed with sleep, Mort went downstairs to his office. He opened the door and felt confused. He couldn�t remember putting his laptop on
his desk, let alone leavingningning it and turning it on. The screen was casting a glow in the room
that made things feel eerie.

Mort found himself inching towards his desk � his
pulse quickening. He looked at the
screen and rubbed his eyes, but the words didn�t go away. He began to read:

Another woman had stolen Todd�s heart. She was everything that his wife wasn�t�at
least she thought she was.
Unfortunately, fate had decided that Todd was to relive his painful
past.

�Who wrote this?� Mort asked aloud.

�I did.�
Mort jumped back � John Shooter stood in the doorway of his office, the
brim of his hat pulled down rather low.

�Get out,� Mort said harshly.

�I�m not leavin�, Mr. Rainey.� Shooter lifted the brim of his hat. �I gave you a start, now finish it.�

Mort once again looked at the computer screen, then
back at Shooter. �No.� He quickly highlighted what Shooter had
written, then struck the delete key.

�Now, you know full well that you shouldn� have done
that, Mr. Rainey.�

Feeling slightly more confidant, Mort replied,
�Well, I did.�

�You know why she doesn� wanna see you � she�s doin�
the same thing the missus did.�

Shooter�s words killed Mort�s newfound
confidence. �N-no, she�s not. Her husband died, she�s scared�that�s all.�

�You don� sound so sure, Mr. Rainey,� Shooter said,
cocking his head slightly. �She won�
sleep with you again, will she?� Mort
didn�t answer. �She doesn� want you,
Mr. Rainey; she�s rejectin� you just like the missus�and you know what I did to
her.�

Mort�s voice was panic-stricken. �You didn�t do anything! You�re in my head!�

�My, how we forget,� Shooter said. He made a �tsk tsk� noise. �You know, I like this new gal more, Mr.
Rainey � she seems so much more innocent.�
He chuckled. �Well, she did
anyway.�

�Out!� Mort screamed, feeling utterly helpless.

�You know I�m right. You don� have the spine to prove otherwise � not after goin� to
that motel.�

�She�s not with anyone!� Mort ran his fingers through his hair. �She�s not�she�s not Amy!�

�Not soundin� so sure about that either, Mr.
Rainey,� Shooter said, glaring at Mort.
He smiled in a way that made Mort�s flesh crawl. �You know that the wonderin� is killin�
you. Go��

Motivated by nothing more than wanting to prove
Shooter wrong, Mort pushed passed him and left his office. He grabbed his coat from the back of the
chair in the kitchen, then went into the garage. He got inside his SUV, but for some reason, it was out of
gas. �She�s not,� he said to himself. �I know she�s not. I just have to get him out.�

Trust her.

�Where the hell have you been?� Mort asked, his
voice demanding.

You pushed reason � that being me - away by
doubting her.

�I don�t doubt her!� Only then did Mort realize that he was walking.

No?
You�re going to her house in the middle of the night. I think that�s plenty of doubt.

�You know I�m right, Mr. Rainey.� Mort turned around � Shooter was following
him.

Mort began to run.
All reasoning was absent from his mind.
It began to rain, but he didn�t stop, he didn�t look back. By the time he reached Alex�s home, he was
soaked and choking back sobs. She
told me she loves me� His hand
shook violently as he reached for the brass knocker. He looked at the name �Liedy� written in deep, bold letters. He turned away for a brief moment, then went
against his instincts. He knocked,
hoping the sound, unlike the doorbell, would only wake Alex and not Julia.

�Be prepared to run when he answers, Mr.
Rainey.� Shooter stood on the sidewalk,
several yards from Mort.

He knocked again.
�Please,� he whispered. He heard
someone by the door and knew he was being looked at through the peephole. The door opened.

�Mort?� Alex
stood before him her thick, blue bathrobe.
Her voice was groggy. �What are
you�� She noticed the state that Mort
was in. He was soaked to the skin, his
hair sticking to his face. Nervously,
he removed his fogged over glasses and she saw how red his eyes were. �Oh my God, what happened? What�s wrong?�

Mort looked at the woman before him and felt as
vulnerable as the child upstairs. He
knew full well that there was nobody else in the house and he knew that he
should have felt foolish � but he didn�t.
He couldn�t. At that moment, he
needed Alex more than he�d ever needed anyone.
He had to show Shooter that his life would not repeat
itself. �Alex,� he said softly, �please
help me.�

She loved him.
Of course she did. She knew
she did � why else would she be so scared of, of everything? That�s why she pushed him away in the first
place. She extended her hand to Mort
and he took it cautiously. Gently, she
guided him inside. Before she closed
the door, Mort looked back � Shooter was gone.

Whether it was relief from Alex not turning him away
or relief from Shooter�s disappearance, Mort fell to his knees. �Thank you.�

�Mort, what�s going on?� Alex asked, kneeling next
to him.

�I don�t�I��
Fresh tears fell from his eyes.

Not knowing what else to do, she brushed his wet,
matted hair away from his face. �It�s
O.K., you can tell me.� Mort shook his
head and wiped at his tears. �You look
terrified.�

�I shouldn�t be here. I�m sorry.�

�Mort��

�No, you asked for time and�I shouldn�t be�� His words were interrupted. The last thing he expected was for Alex to
kiss him�

After lingering for a moment she pulled away, her
eyes watering. �I�m not perfect, Mort,�
she whispered. �I�m only human and I�m
scared.�

Mort tried to get up, but Alex placed a hand on his
shoulder. �You don�t have to��

�I�ve missed you so much and�God, you�re
shivering. We can talk later.� She helped him up. �Let�s warm you up first, all right?�

�No, I should just�it�s nothing and��

�Mort, nothing didn�t bring you here in the
rain. Were you standing out there long
or��

�I walked,� Mort replied sheepishly.

�You wh�Mort, that�s�walked?�

�No gas.�

�You will tell me what made you do that � after
I take care of you.�
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