@megan - here is the next chapter. I hope you like it. (
@better than you - maybe I use modern-day words. But my native language
isn`t English, therefore I make sometimes such mistakes. Sorry.
He didn't wait for an answer before opening the door.
The washbowl lay broken on the floor, while Anne sat cowering against the wall, pressing her hand over her right eye.
Roy stood over Anne and tried to shake her.
Gilbert flew into a rage. He grabbed Roy by the shoulders and pulled him away from Anne. Roy tried to shake off him, but Gilbert quickly punched him in his stomach. Roy writhed with pain.
"I think it is better, if you go now, Gardner!" Menacingly, Gilbert stood in front of Roy.
"We will see, Blythe. Anne, you can be sure that I'll come back" Roy said and went out.
At the same time, Marilla came into the room.
"What's happened?" She asked.
They heard the motorcar starting and drive away.
Nan runs crying to her mother.
"Marilla, can you bring me some ice, please?" Gilbert ordered and tried to examine Anne.
Nan clung to her mother.
"Please, Nan let me look at your mother." Gilbert requested.
But, Nan didn't want to go away from her mother.
"Nan, Darling, everything is all right." Anne tried to calm her down. "You are a big girl. Do something for me, please?"
Nan nodded.
"Please, find Walter. He must be in the barn. Will you do that for me?"
"Yes, Mommy," Nan said and slowly stood up.
"I`m fine. Please go now, sweetie." Anne smiled, although her face hurt.
"Come on, Anne, first lay down." Carefully Gilbert helped her up and guided Anne to the bed.
Roy had hit her hard. Her eye was already swollen.
"is there pain anywhere else?" Gilbert asked worried.
"My head hurts, too. I believe I hit my head against the wall."
Meanwhile, Marilla came back with some ice and some cloths.
"Goodness, Anne! What happened?" Marilla was very confused.
Gilbert shook his head and Marilla understood that it wasn't the time to ask.
"Uh. I'll look after the children, now." Quietly she went outside.
Gilbert laid some ice on Anne's cheek and gently stroked her hair.
A tear rolled down Anne's face.
"Gil. , I.."
"Shh! You need some rest, now. Ok?"
Anne nodded and closed her eyes. ******
Gilbert went downstairs and into the parlour.
"She's asleep, now." He explained to Marilla.
Nan, exhausted, had fallen asleep on the sofa. Walter sat on a chair, with an upset look on his face. His little hands were clinched into fists.
"I'm completely speechless. I mean, I didn't know that.Why hadn't Anne said anything? If, I even thought he had done this to my girl, I." Marilla looked at Walter and stopped. Maybe, she shouldn't talk about it in presence of the boy, that his father had hit his mother.
"I'm speechless too, Miss Cuthbert." Gilbert said.
And Marilla noticed that still looked like he wanted to thrash Roy.
"Why does he do this?" Walter asked suddenly breaking the silence. "Why does Daddy hurt Mommy? I hate him! He shouldn't hurt her again." Tears rolled over his angry red face.
Gilbert sat down next to him and tried to comfort him.
"He always yells at Mommy. Mommy thinks I don't know it, because I'm supposed to be asleep when Daddy comes home. But his yelling always wakes me up. He shouldn't come here, again. I don't want see him." Walter cried. This all was too much, for a five year old boy.
"Don't worry Walter! We'll look out for your Mommy. I promise!" Gilbert handed him a handkerchief.
"Everything is all right, Walter. Come here and sit down with me." Marilla said.
Walter leaned on her and closed his tired eyes.
"I'll check on Anne, again." Gilbert whispered and Marilla nodded
He didn't wait for an answer before opening the door.
The washbowl lay broken on the floor, while Anne sat cowering against the wall, pressing her hand over her right eye.
Roy stood over Anne and tried to shake her.
Gilbert flew into a rage. He grabbed Roy by the shoulders and pulled him away from Anne. Roy tried to shake off him, but Gilbert quickly punched him in his stomach. Roy writhed with pain.
"I think it is better, if you go now, Gardner!" Menacingly, Gilbert stood in front of Roy.
"We will see, Blythe. Anne, you can be sure that I'll come back" Roy said and went out.
At the same time, Marilla came into the room.
"What's happened?" She asked.
They heard the motorcar starting and drive away.
Nan runs crying to her mother.
"Marilla, can you bring me some ice, please?" Gilbert ordered and tried to examine Anne.
Nan clung to her mother.
"Please, Nan let me look at your mother." Gilbert requested.
But, Nan didn't want to go away from her mother.
"Nan, Darling, everything is all right." Anne tried to calm her down. "You are a big girl. Do something for me, please?"
Nan nodded.
"Please, find Walter. He must be in the barn. Will you do that for me?"
"Yes, Mommy," Nan said and slowly stood up.
"I`m fine. Please go now, sweetie." Anne smiled, although her face hurt.
"Come on, Anne, first lay down." Carefully Gilbert helped her up and guided Anne to the bed.
Roy had hit her hard. Her eye was already swollen.
"is there pain anywhere else?" Gilbert asked worried.
"My head hurts, too. I believe I hit my head against the wall."
Meanwhile, Marilla came back with some ice and some cloths.
"Goodness, Anne! What happened?" Marilla was very confused.
Gilbert shook his head and Marilla understood that it wasn't the time to ask.
"Uh. I'll look after the children, now." Quietly she went outside.
Gilbert laid some ice on Anne's cheek and gently stroked her hair.
A tear rolled down Anne's face.
"Gil. , I.."
"Shh! You need some rest, now. Ok?"
Anne nodded and closed her eyes. ******
Gilbert went downstairs and into the parlour.
"She's asleep, now." He explained to Marilla.
Nan, exhausted, had fallen asleep on the sofa. Walter sat on a chair, with an upset look on his face. His little hands were clinched into fists.
"I'm completely speechless. I mean, I didn't know that.Why hadn't Anne said anything? If, I even thought he had done this to my girl, I." Marilla looked at Walter and stopped. Maybe, she shouldn't talk about it in presence of the boy, that his father had hit his mother.
"I'm speechless too, Miss Cuthbert." Gilbert said.
And Marilla noticed that still looked like he wanted to thrash Roy.
"Why does he do this?" Walter asked suddenly breaking the silence. "Why does Daddy hurt Mommy? I hate him! He shouldn't hurt her again." Tears rolled over his angry red face.
Gilbert sat down next to him and tried to comfort him.
"He always yells at Mommy. Mommy thinks I don't know it, because I'm supposed to be asleep when Daddy comes home. But his yelling always wakes me up. He shouldn't come here, again. I don't want see him." Walter cried. This all was too much, for a five year old boy.
"Don't worry Walter! We'll look out for your Mommy. I promise!" Gilbert handed him a handkerchief.
"Everything is all right, Walter. Come here and sit down with me." Marilla said.
Walter leaned on her and closed his tired eyes.
"I'll check on Anne, again." Gilbert whispered and Marilla nodded
