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Scarlett felt the same coldness on her body as she had before. But this time it seemed worse as she could still feel the warmth of the fire at the Wilkes' on her garments. Her fingers tingled with frostiness as she hugged Rhett's coat closer to her. She shivered subconsciously as she smelt his unique musk of cigars and brandy upon the interior of the coat.

She had run out of the Wilkes' like a crazy person. Ashley did little to stop her. She vaguely heard him say her name but did nothing else. Not that she had expected any different. Just like he did at the party, he was too cowardly to do anything. Rhett was right of corse but he is far more perceptual then her or so he said. Perhaps Ashley didn't care. She knew that it was a foolish, impulsive thing to have gone to the Wilkes'. But where else could she have gone? She couldn't have stayed at home. Rhett would've eventually found her and then…god knows what.

Scarlett had initially tried to block out what Rhett had said earlier that night but now it had come creeping back into her head. She hadn't wanted to listen to him because a discrimination of Ashley was something she couldn't handle. A discrimination of Ashley was a discrimination of her. Her love for him was the only thing in her life that she could truly call her own. She cherished it above all things. And this is what Rhett chose to destroy. The one thing that was everlasting to her. He had done it because he said he loved her but this was said during a time when he had probably consumed about more than half a decanter of brandy within an hour. No she hadn't believed him. He was drunk and he was jealous. Jealous? Jealous of Ashley?

Rhett had said that Ashley didn't love her and only loved her as a woman and she was crying for the moon. But Scarlett knew Ashley loved her. He had to, he had never said it but she knew he did.

Scarlett now walked at a steady pace keeping her head held low. She could feel the blisters on her feet from walking in the same pair of slippers all night but she was unbeknownst to the pain they were causing as her mind was entirely occupied with the thought on what to do next.

She knew she had to go home now. She didn't know what she expected to see once she arrived there. There was the possibility that nothing would happen; Rhett would've gone to sleep or passed out and she would slip into the house without anything happening. She could prepare herself to face Rhett later. Or there was the other possibility that Rhett would be looking for her desperately. That once she arrived home she'd find him looking at her with that look in his eyes. The look that told her of his lust and anger for her. She knew these were extreme thoughts but Scarlett had learnt to always be ready for the unknown when around Rhett. Tonight she has seen a side Rhett that she never thought she'd see. She had never met someone that could over-power her and tonight Rhett showed her that he had the capacity to do so.

She could see the gentle pink breaking through the horizon signalling the beginning of a new day. Although it was still relatively dark she had to hurry home in case anyone saw her. Wouldn't that just be the icing on the cake for the Old Guard? Scarlett Butler seen in Ashley Wilkes' arms one day and then parading around the streets in her nightgown the next.

As Scarlett turned into Peachtree Street she vaguely see the Butler Mansion in the thick morning fog. Déja-vous overtook Scarlett for a moment as she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand-up. There was complete silence everywhere except a gentle drumming that could be heard from far-off. Thinking it was a trick of the mind Scarlett dismissed it but kept her head down as she swiftly picked up the pace of her walk. Although her nerves were raw they continually picked up signals of panic. Alarm-bells rang in Scarlett's head she knew too well who bought on these feelings. She told herself to keep control herself and to not be so foolish but her body contradicted her as her legs continually moved at a fast pace through the fog. Despite the cool air Scarlett could feel beads of perspiration building on her forehead and her breathe became erratic. The drumming became louder. Her hair fell onto her face as she wildly moved into a fast jog. The drumming echoed on the deserted street as she recognised the sound of horse hooves galloping towards her.

"Scarlett…Scarlett, please stop," called a presence. Scarlett's mind told her to stop but her body seemed to run on its on accord. She didn't comply to the voice. She didn't want to in that situation with him again. Where she felt so powerless. What would he do with her now? Of corse he would be so angry. Her nightmare had come true. He had followed her. She glances behind her to see Rhett charging towards her on one of his prized stallions.

"Stay away from me," she yelled breathlessly. It was becoming harder to run as she felt like her made from some sort of heavy metal. Her fatigue from everything that had happened that day had finally begun to settle in. Being caught in Ashley's arms, the party, the argument with Rhett, his attempted rape, running away, going to Ashley's house, running away and now Rhett.

Scarlett wasn't even aware that she was running anymore. Her vision was clouded over by the incoming fog that inching towards. She could no longer see or hear Rhett. It felt like she was running on air. She was aware she falling but did know what in to. Running slowly, slowly into the fog that engulfed her.