Tears of Crimson
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Category:
S through Z › Secret Window
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,656
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Secret Window, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Arrival
Faith and Mort are silently driving towards Mort’s home. He lives in Newport so it is quite a long drive.
After their shower, Faith had called Dr. Ghent for Mort’s address. She has a vague idea of where he lives.
Faith takes her eyes off of the road to glance at Mort. He is staring out his window while enjoying the music.
“Providence is such a busy place.” Mort breaks the calm silence.
“You should see Manhattan.” Mort smiles at her. “Maybe we’ll go there next week. It’s such a nice place. It’s busy, but nice. I’ll take you to all of the historical landmarks.” Faith smiles at her idea. They will have a great time.
“Sounds great. I think we should focus on helping me restore my memory first.”
“Most likely, once you see the inside of your house it will trigger some memory.”
“Hopefully a good one.” Faith gives Mort a sympathetic look. He returns his gaze out the window.
Mort’s mind wanders to earlier this afternoon. He can’t believe that he engaged in something so special so soon. He barely knows anything about this girl and he’s already been intimate. The back of his mind is screaming for him to talk with Faith about it. He doesn’t want to hurt her in the least but he wants her to know that maybe they should start anew. This might kill their future relationship if there is any at all.
“Faith?” He asks quietly. His voice is small and unfamiliar.
“Yes?” She strikes him one of her melting smiles.
“Do you think—well the thing is,” Mort struggles with his words.
“Slow down there, cowboy. One thought at a time.”
“Easier said than done.”
Faith looks worried as she glances at him and then back at the road. “Mort, what’s wrong?”
“Well, I don’t want to hurt you at all, I mean that is the last thing that I want to do. But we need to talk about something serious. There is no way of beating around the bush.”
“It seems you already have, Mort. Be straight forward. I can hack it.” Faith chuckles at his sudden nervousness.
“I think we moved too fast.” Mort holds his breath. Faith lets a sigh of relief escape her purse lips.
“Thank God. I thought it was something a little more serious.” Faith smiles.
“You don’t think this is serious?” Mort is a little taken aback at her response. Yet, he is rather hurt by her calmness.
“Not at all. I mean, I totally agree.” Mort turns off the radio and stares at her.
“You do?”
“Yes, I mean, that was just way too fast. I had this huge weight on my shoulders since we left the hotel. I felt like I committed this huge sin.” Faith slightly chuckles. “I don’t want to hurt you either, Mort, but I’m afraid if I didn’t regret it there would be worse to come.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking. I was afraid that if we let it slide it would kill our future relationship.” Mort stopped the instant he said ‘future relationship’. The commitment in that statement never dawned upon him until it left his lips. The words hung in the air, creating awkwardness.
“You think we have a future?” Faith’s voice is as small as his was.
“I like to hope that we do.” Mort smiles.
“Maybe we should start fresh? I mean, I will never forget what we experienced, but that wasn’t making ‘love’ right?”
“Not at all. That was lust, my darling. You’ll know when we make ‘love’.” Mort squeezes her knee.
“It is something worth waiting for.” Faith smiles and rests her hand atop Mort’s.
Mort reads the sign beside the road. “Now entering Newport.” The first thing they see is shops upon shops. “Wow, it’s like a woman’s dream, isn’t it?”
“Sure is. Wait until you see some of the mansions. Those are any person’s dream.” They travel down the road a ways. It is very stop-and-go considering the amount of tourists that gather on any beautiful day. “Okay, this sheet says that you live on 295 Newport Avenue.” They turn right onto Newport Avenue.
“Here are some of the mansions you were talking about.” Mort gawks at the beautiful and enormous mansions scattered along the road. “That one says 293 so my house must be the one right after it.”
“Right after is an overstatement. The next house appears to be about a quarter of a mile down.”
“Wow. That’s a nice hunk of property they have.”
“Sure is.” Soon after they reach 295. “It appears you have quite a nice hunk too, Mort.”
“Holy crap.” Mort whispers. Both stare wide-eyed at the gorgeous mansion and landscape surrounding it. Faith pulls over.
“I guess writing a few books pays off.”
Faith pulls into the extremely long driveway and parks in front of the extremely large front door. As soon as she puts the car in park they hear the sound of a voice calling. They look to where the sound is coming from. It is coming from the side of the house. Faster than a bolt of lightening, an ecstatic person, with arms flailing in the air, runs from the direction of their gaze.
“Thank God! You’re home! Mort, you are finally home!”
A/N: And that’s that! I hope you enjoy my story so far! Please review? Keep ‘em coming folks! I need the motivation!
After their shower, Faith had called Dr. Ghent for Mort’s address. She has a vague idea of where he lives.
Faith takes her eyes off of the road to glance at Mort. He is staring out his window while enjoying the music.
“Providence is such a busy place.” Mort breaks the calm silence.
“You should see Manhattan.” Mort smiles at her. “Maybe we’ll go there next week. It’s such a nice place. It’s busy, but nice. I’ll take you to all of the historical landmarks.” Faith smiles at her idea. They will have a great time.
“Sounds great. I think we should focus on helping me restore my memory first.”
“Most likely, once you see the inside of your house it will trigger some memory.”
“Hopefully a good one.” Faith gives Mort a sympathetic look. He returns his gaze out the window.
Mort’s mind wanders to earlier this afternoon. He can’t believe that he engaged in something so special so soon. He barely knows anything about this girl and he’s already been intimate. The back of his mind is screaming for him to talk with Faith about it. He doesn’t want to hurt her in the least but he wants her to know that maybe they should start anew. This might kill their future relationship if there is any at all.
“Faith?” He asks quietly. His voice is small and unfamiliar.
“Yes?” She strikes him one of her melting smiles.
“Do you think—well the thing is,” Mort struggles with his words.
“Slow down there, cowboy. One thought at a time.”
“Easier said than done.”
Faith looks worried as she glances at him and then back at the road. “Mort, what’s wrong?”
“Well, I don’t want to hurt you at all, I mean that is the last thing that I want to do. But we need to talk about something serious. There is no way of beating around the bush.”
“It seems you already have, Mort. Be straight forward. I can hack it.” Faith chuckles at his sudden nervousness.
“I think we moved too fast.” Mort holds his breath. Faith lets a sigh of relief escape her purse lips.
“Thank God. I thought it was something a little more serious.” Faith smiles.
“You don’t think this is serious?” Mort is a little taken aback at her response. Yet, he is rather hurt by her calmness.
“Not at all. I mean, I totally agree.” Mort turns off the radio and stares at her.
“You do?”
“Yes, I mean, that was just way too fast. I had this huge weight on my shoulders since we left the hotel. I felt like I committed this huge sin.” Faith slightly chuckles. “I don’t want to hurt you either, Mort, but I’m afraid if I didn’t regret it there would be worse to come.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking. I was afraid that if we let it slide it would kill our future relationship.” Mort stopped the instant he said ‘future relationship’. The commitment in that statement never dawned upon him until it left his lips. The words hung in the air, creating awkwardness.
“You think we have a future?” Faith’s voice is as small as his was.
“I like to hope that we do.” Mort smiles.
“Maybe we should start fresh? I mean, I will never forget what we experienced, but that wasn’t making ‘love’ right?”
“Not at all. That was lust, my darling. You’ll know when we make ‘love’.” Mort squeezes her knee.
“It is something worth waiting for.” Faith smiles and rests her hand atop Mort’s.
Mort reads the sign beside the road. “Now entering Newport.” The first thing they see is shops upon shops. “Wow, it’s like a woman’s dream, isn’t it?”
“Sure is. Wait until you see some of the mansions. Those are any person’s dream.” They travel down the road a ways. It is very stop-and-go considering the amount of tourists that gather on any beautiful day. “Okay, this sheet says that you live on 295 Newport Avenue.” They turn right onto Newport Avenue.
“Here are some of the mansions you were talking about.” Mort gawks at the beautiful and enormous mansions scattered along the road. “That one says 293 so my house must be the one right after it.”
“Right after is an overstatement. The next house appears to be about a quarter of a mile down.”
“Wow. That’s a nice hunk of property they have.”
“Sure is.” Soon after they reach 295. “It appears you have quite a nice hunk too, Mort.”
“Holy crap.” Mort whispers. Both stare wide-eyed at the gorgeous mansion and landscape surrounding it. Faith pulls over.
“I guess writing a few books pays off.”
Faith pulls into the extremely long driveway and parks in front of the extremely large front door. As soon as she puts the car in park they hear the sound of a voice calling. They look to where the sound is coming from. It is coming from the side of the house. Faster than a bolt of lightening, an ecstatic person, with arms flailing in the air, runs from the direction of their gaze.
“Thank God! You’re home! Mort, you are finally home!”
A/N: And that’s that! I hope you enjoy my story so far! Please review? Keep ‘em coming folks! I need the motivation!