Anne paced back in forth in the bedroom that Mrs. Fitz had showed her
too. She had been sleeping soundly until a nightmare of Rhett leaving her
for Scarlett woke her.
This house was so different then the one she and Rhett shared in
Atlanta. It had warm soft feelings to it. Not the dark tortured ones
that Rhett's house did.
No matter how long she lived in that Atlanta house it would never be
her's.
Rhett wouldn't allow that.
It was maddening sometimes, to live in a house that would forever belong to
the memory of someone else. At first she had thought it was because of
Bonnie. But as time went on, and Rhett insisted no one could enter Scarlett's
former bedroom, the truth couldn't be denied any no longer. It was
Scarlett who would forever be Mistress to that house.
No matter what Anne did, if she would have given Rhett a dozen
children It would always be this way. Yes, Anne had his name but not his
heart.
Rhett's heart had never been his to give her. Scarlett owned it and from
what Anne had heard from India Wilkes had never wanted it. There had been
talk of a affair between Scarlett and India's brother Mr. Wilkes.
It was common knowledge that Scarlett and Rhett didn't share the same
room. Then she turned up with child, after Rhett had taken Bonnie only
returning after three months. Moments later Scarlett had fell down the
stairs and lost the child she was carrying. Anne had thought when she
heard this that she finally had something on Scarlett that would drive her
memory away from Rhett's heart.
So one night she brought the subject of brightening the house up. Then, when
Rhett refused, she yelled out how he could want to keep things like this
for a woman who had carried another man's child while they were married, a woman who made him a fool.
Anne had never seen Rhett look so angry. For a second she feared he would
hit her. His bitter words she could still hear. "Don't you ever say such a
thing about Scarlett again or I just might forget myself. That child she
lost was mine, do you hear me?" Anne grew pale remembering what happened
next "I know who's telling you these lies. India Wilkes and she isn't
allowed to step foot in my house again. If I see her in this house again
it won't just be her who's thrown out."
Anne knew, from those words, that child that had been lost was indeed
Rhett's. Since that day she visited India at Miss Hamilton's house.
Anne had thought after she had lost their baby Rhett had grown to love
her. He was so caring and gentle with her whenever they were
together. Now with Cat in the picture and no chance of herself given
Rhett a child, she had lost that hope.
Looking out the window Anne saw Cat running towards the house. She was
the one person responsible for this hell Anne was now living. For she
couldn't bear to let that tiny voice inside that always whispered to her
how wrong it had been to go after Rhett when he was married to another
woman start once again.
If she hadn't, Rhett would be happily married to Scarlett. With Cat they
would make a picture perfect family. One that Anne wouldn't allow to
happen.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Eleanor Butler was being showed around Ballyhara by Mrs. Fitz. The house
had a hold over Miss Eleanor. It was well done and held a part of
history to it.
As well as showing the rooms, Mrs. Fitz told her tales of Ballyhara in
its glory days.
"I must say this house surprises me." Miss Eleanor said as they entered
another room.
"Why is that Mrs. Butler, if I my ask?" Mrs. Fitz asked. At first she had
thought when Miss Eleanor asked for a tour of the house it was going to
be a bore. But Mrs. Butler had awed her with her knowledge of pictures
and furniture.
"Well Scarlett's house in Atlanta, which Rhett had built for her, was a
horrible dark house nothing like this." Miss Eleanor said looking at this
new room they were in. "Her taste has improved over the years I see."
Mrs. Fitz stood rooted to the spot. Mr. Butler had built Mrs. O'Hara a
house?
too. She had been sleeping soundly until a nightmare of Rhett leaving her
for Scarlett woke her.
This house was so different then the one she and Rhett shared in
Atlanta. It had warm soft feelings to it. Not the dark tortured ones
that Rhett's house did.
No matter how long she lived in that Atlanta house it would never be
her's.
Rhett wouldn't allow that.
It was maddening sometimes, to live in a house that would forever belong to
the memory of someone else. At first she had thought it was because of
Bonnie. But as time went on, and Rhett insisted no one could enter Scarlett's
former bedroom, the truth couldn't be denied any no longer. It was
Scarlett who would forever be Mistress to that house.
No matter what Anne did, if she would have given Rhett a dozen
children It would always be this way. Yes, Anne had his name but not his
heart.
Rhett's heart had never been his to give her. Scarlett owned it and from
what Anne had heard from India Wilkes had never wanted it. There had been
talk of a affair between Scarlett and India's brother Mr. Wilkes.
It was common knowledge that Scarlett and Rhett didn't share the same
room. Then she turned up with child, after Rhett had taken Bonnie only
returning after three months. Moments later Scarlett had fell down the
stairs and lost the child she was carrying. Anne had thought when she
heard this that she finally had something on Scarlett that would drive her
memory away from Rhett's heart.
So one night she brought the subject of brightening the house up. Then, when
Rhett refused, she yelled out how he could want to keep things like this
for a woman who had carried another man's child while they were married, a woman who made him a fool.
Anne had never seen Rhett look so angry. For a second she feared he would
hit her. His bitter words she could still hear. "Don't you ever say such a
thing about Scarlett again or I just might forget myself. That child she
lost was mine, do you hear me?" Anne grew pale remembering what happened
next "I know who's telling you these lies. India Wilkes and she isn't
allowed to step foot in my house again. If I see her in this house again
it won't just be her who's thrown out."
Anne knew, from those words, that child that had been lost was indeed
Rhett's. Since that day she visited India at Miss Hamilton's house.
Anne had thought after she had lost their baby Rhett had grown to love
her. He was so caring and gentle with her whenever they were
together. Now with Cat in the picture and no chance of herself given
Rhett a child, she had lost that hope.
Looking out the window Anne saw Cat running towards the house. She was
the one person responsible for this hell Anne was now living. For she
couldn't bear to let that tiny voice inside that always whispered to her
how wrong it had been to go after Rhett when he was married to another
woman start once again.
If she hadn't, Rhett would be happily married to Scarlett. With Cat they
would make a picture perfect family. One that Anne wouldn't allow to
happen.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Eleanor Butler was being showed around Ballyhara by Mrs. Fitz. The house
had a hold over Miss Eleanor. It was well done and held a part of
history to it.
As well as showing the rooms, Mrs. Fitz told her tales of Ballyhara in
its glory days.
"I must say this house surprises me." Miss Eleanor said as they entered
another room.
"Why is that Mrs. Butler, if I my ask?" Mrs. Fitz asked. At first she had
thought when Miss Eleanor asked for a tour of the house it was going to
be a bore. But Mrs. Butler had awed her with her knowledge of pictures
and furniture.
"Well Scarlett's house in Atlanta, which Rhett had built for her, was a
horrible dark house nothing like this." Miss Eleanor said looking at this
new room they were in. "Her taste has improved over the years I see."
Mrs. Fitz stood rooted to the spot. Mr. Butler had built Mrs. O'Hara a
house?