Authors note: This chapter isn't finished yet. Again I will say this has
no bearing on my actual opinion of the story.
Chapter Two.
After walking round Atlanta for hours Rhett slouched off into Belles, where he had intended to get very drunk and loose a lot of money. But when he got there he just slouched off into a corner where he sat all afternoon looking at the same whisky all afternoon and night, until Belle had come over, hands on hips indignant that he hadn't even said hello and plain right chucked him out.
He didn't even bother to see if Scarlet had gone to bed he just went straight to his room. He wasn't drunk at all but he felt light headed.
He began to get undressed when…
She stood there clutching the doorknob for dear life, his hard eyes upon her. When he pulled them from her, he mumbled something incomprehensible. Whatever she has expected it was not this. He turned his back on her.
"Rhett?" her voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper.
He stood still with his back to her.
She stepped further into the room and closed the door.
When he heard the click of the door and her shuffle a step closer.
There were so many things she wanted to ask him. But they could wait.
She leant forward and touched his arm…
He heard the door open, turned expecting to see Pork come to see if he was all right. When he turned only to see Scarlett, standing in her dressing gown shaking on the threshold of the room he just stared. He had not thought truthfully that she would of actually have come in to his room. He turned away quickly thinking that if he stare to long he might give her the wrong impression.
Then mumbling incomprehensibly he turned.
He shuddered at her touch….
She said nothing for a while they just remained in the same place; until she muttered the only thing she could think of trying to break the ice,
"Rhett…"she gulped.
But before she could get it out he swung on his heel and threw her hand off of his arm, he glared straight into her eyes,
"Love me do you?!?" he growled.
She stared at him.
He sneered at her.
"Of course you do, now that you know it's too late!"
She chirped up when he said this, this is more what she had been expecting.
He turned away and glowered into the darkness.
She began to protest that it was never to 'late for love,' when he put her hand up to her and retreated to his dressing table and gave her a cold stare that would have given a polar bear frostbite.
The cold stare gripped Scarlett heart. She advanced toward him, tears welling up in his eyes biting back the tears she muttered, "I love you, I love you…"
He sighed and tried to move away from the ever-advancing Scarlett but found himself trapped against the dressing table.
Scarlett who was practically choking on her own tears "Rhett?!" Her cry fell on deaf ears as he tried to push her off.
She clutched desperately to his coat lapels.
Rhett tried to free himself from Scarlett grip but she had him trapped. He imagined this was probably the type of desperate despair that Ashley had felt in her attempts of seduction on him.
He roared so loudly that it most certainly woke Mammy and the rest of the servants up, and caught hold of Scarlett's gripping hands and threw them off and pushed her away, which resulted in her landing on the floor in Ophelia fashion (watch Laurence Olivier's Hamlet and you will know what I'm talking about). She hid her face from him as a purple bruise appeared on her temple.
He stood over her glaring down as she whimpered pathetically on the floor. She began to clutch at his trousers but before she could get anywhere he picked her up by her clenched hands and violently dragged her towards the door. Whilst trying to open the door he had to contend with Scarlett's hands.
He threw her violently onto the landing and glared. Several of the servants had gathered round all in their night wear, some rubbing their weary eyes.
Mammy flew to where Scarlett had landed in a pile of silk and was sobbing her eyes out.
She cradled her "lamb's" head in her arms and glared defiantly at Rhett (who was standing also defiant in the doorway) as if to say, "I expect better from you."
Scarlett had not informed mammy as to what the situation was, between her and Rhett and was confused by the situation as well as indignant that anyone should hurt her lamb and Mis' Ellen's daughter.
Rhett turned away and slammed the door on the scene.
Scarlett sobbed in to the safe warm chest of Mammy. How could Rhett have behaved like that? The constant reminder of his actions were imprinted on her face. She'd gone in their resolved not to cry or overreact but after seeing him standing there, all resolve had vanished.
The next morning Scarlett awoke in her room. Rhett was the first thing on her mind. She clambered out of the tight squeeze of bedding that Mammy had wrapped around her the night before, and jumped off the bed in a frantic fit to reach him before he could leave. In a matter of seconds her dressing gown was around her and she flung herself out of the door and toward Rhett's bedroom, without a thought of what had happened last night she flew open the door only to find it empty. At this she flung her self down the stairs (she's doing a lot of flying here isn't she?). Only to find the hall empty too.
Chapter Two.
After walking round Atlanta for hours Rhett slouched off into Belles, where he had intended to get very drunk and loose a lot of money. But when he got there he just slouched off into a corner where he sat all afternoon looking at the same whisky all afternoon and night, until Belle had come over, hands on hips indignant that he hadn't even said hello and plain right chucked him out.
He didn't even bother to see if Scarlet had gone to bed he just went straight to his room. He wasn't drunk at all but he felt light headed.
He began to get undressed when…
She stood there clutching the doorknob for dear life, his hard eyes upon her. When he pulled them from her, he mumbled something incomprehensible. Whatever she has expected it was not this. He turned his back on her.
"Rhett?" her voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper.
He stood still with his back to her.
She stepped further into the room and closed the door.
When he heard the click of the door and her shuffle a step closer.
There were so many things she wanted to ask him. But they could wait.
She leant forward and touched his arm…
He heard the door open, turned expecting to see Pork come to see if he was all right. When he turned only to see Scarlett, standing in her dressing gown shaking on the threshold of the room he just stared. He had not thought truthfully that she would of actually have come in to his room. He turned away quickly thinking that if he stare to long he might give her the wrong impression.
Then mumbling incomprehensibly he turned.
He shuddered at her touch….
She said nothing for a while they just remained in the same place; until she muttered the only thing she could think of trying to break the ice,
"Rhett…"she gulped.
But before she could get it out he swung on his heel and threw her hand off of his arm, he glared straight into her eyes,
"Love me do you?!?" he growled.
She stared at him.
He sneered at her.
"Of course you do, now that you know it's too late!"
She chirped up when he said this, this is more what she had been expecting.
He turned away and glowered into the darkness.
She began to protest that it was never to 'late for love,' when he put her hand up to her and retreated to his dressing table and gave her a cold stare that would have given a polar bear frostbite.
The cold stare gripped Scarlett heart. She advanced toward him, tears welling up in his eyes biting back the tears she muttered, "I love you, I love you…"
He sighed and tried to move away from the ever-advancing Scarlett but found himself trapped against the dressing table.
Scarlett who was practically choking on her own tears "Rhett?!" Her cry fell on deaf ears as he tried to push her off.
She clutched desperately to his coat lapels.
Rhett tried to free himself from Scarlett grip but she had him trapped. He imagined this was probably the type of desperate despair that Ashley had felt in her attempts of seduction on him.
He roared so loudly that it most certainly woke Mammy and the rest of the servants up, and caught hold of Scarlett's gripping hands and threw them off and pushed her away, which resulted in her landing on the floor in Ophelia fashion (watch Laurence Olivier's Hamlet and you will know what I'm talking about). She hid her face from him as a purple bruise appeared on her temple.
He stood over her glaring down as she whimpered pathetically on the floor. She began to clutch at his trousers but before she could get anywhere he picked her up by her clenched hands and violently dragged her towards the door. Whilst trying to open the door he had to contend with Scarlett's hands.
He threw her violently onto the landing and glared. Several of the servants had gathered round all in their night wear, some rubbing their weary eyes.
Mammy flew to where Scarlett had landed in a pile of silk and was sobbing her eyes out.
She cradled her "lamb's" head in her arms and glared defiantly at Rhett (who was standing also defiant in the doorway) as if to say, "I expect better from you."
Scarlett had not informed mammy as to what the situation was, between her and Rhett and was confused by the situation as well as indignant that anyone should hurt her lamb and Mis' Ellen's daughter.
Rhett turned away and slammed the door on the scene.
Scarlett sobbed in to the safe warm chest of Mammy. How could Rhett have behaved like that? The constant reminder of his actions were imprinted on her face. She'd gone in their resolved not to cry or overreact but after seeing him standing there, all resolve had vanished.
The next morning Scarlett awoke in her room. Rhett was the first thing on her mind. She clambered out of the tight squeeze of bedding that Mammy had wrapped around her the night before, and jumped off the bed in a frantic fit to reach him before he could leave. In a matter of seconds her dressing gown was around her and she flung herself out of the door and toward Rhett's bedroom, without a thought of what had happened last night she flew open the door only to find it empty. At this she flung her self down the stairs (she's doing a lot of flying here isn't she?). Only to find the hall empty too.