A/N: I am so sorry for the HUGE delay in this, I've been so busy and life is about to get so much more busy...
Gerber: I finally got another chapter up!
Catta: sorry it's taken so long!
Kristanna: well...this is what happens next...
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Queenfan03: thanks! I had just finished reading Scarlett when I started this, so that's probably why...glad you like it!
Soña: I'm sorry you don't like this...but if you want it to go differently, id be glad to read your own fiction...at least I think that's what you were trying to say...you may want to consider spelling things in a recognizable way if you have more suggestions for me, I'd value more feedback!
CHAPTER FOUR
'''The air around Scarlett seemed to buzz as hot tears slipped down her cheeks. How foolish she
had been to think Rhett had changed, how stupid of her to believe that everything could be
better again. Her thoughts whirled, and she bitterly blamed herself for the mess she was in. If
only she had kept her temper, if only she had thought about what to do before this, if only Rhett
weren't so hateful...
'''Rhett moodily slammed his glass to the polished wooden surface of the bar. The bartender
looked at him with a pitying look, before turning and continuing to wipe the shiny surface of the
bar.
'''Slipping his hands through his dark hair, Rhett stared down at his reflection, which appeared like
a ghost in the gleaming surface beneath him. He had messed up so terribly already. When he had
set out to Ireland, he had sworn he would do everything in his power to get Scarlett back. I had
forgotten to take that temper of hers into account he mused, not to mention the none so
small fact that I have a daughter.
'''At this thought, his nostrils flared. True, it may have been too soon to address the issue of his
daughter, and she was rightfully part of him, but what had Scarlett thought, that he would stand
by watching his own child grow up thinking of him as nothing but a kindly stranger her mother
had married?
'''How can Scarlett expect to raise that child on her own? She barely has the sense to take
care of herself he smirked bitterly. Yet, so far it seemed that Scarlett had done well in the girl,
who was happy, healthy, and bright. Scarlett herself had changed too. Her shrewd business
mind showed clearly now, and she did not attempt to cover it with the façade of a Southern
belle and she had before. Something in her face had changed, it was hardened and world wise.
Yet, Rhett realized, for all these differences, he loved her more now than ever before. And he
would be a damned fool if he lost her again, he thought in sudden panic. Sitting up abruptly,
tossing a folded bill on the counter, he hurried out of the smoky barroom and headed quickly
back to the suite.
'''The tears had long dried on Scarlett's face, and in the moonlight, the only disruption to the
smooth expanses of white skin on her face were salty tracks the traced along her cheekbones.
Her breathing was slowing, and her eyelids began to droop slightly, when a crack of light
appeared across the room, widening, and spilling soft light over her form. The silloutte of a man
who had long haunted her dreams filled the doorway, and she blinked, disoriented.
'''Remembering their fight, Scarlett held her breath, preparing herself for the deluge of insults she
knew would pour from Rhett's mouth. Instead, she watched as he slowly stepped inside the
room and closed the door. As the light disappeared, Scarlett could see that this head was bent
over, he had not seen her awake. She closed her eyes quickly and slowed her breathing,
feigning sleep.
'''Rhett's footsteps sounded loud as he stepped across the floor of the silent room. Scarlett's
eyelids fluttered nervously, and she scolded herself mentally, trying to calm her heart. The
footsteps stopped by the side of her bed, and after a moment, Scarlett felt a large hand
smoothing back her hair, which was matted and damp against her cheek.
'''"Scarlett...Scarlett my love...how can I ever get you to forgive me for everything I've done to
you...you've changed since I saw you last, and I feel I don't know you anymore...but Scarlett, I
love you and I wish I could make you believe it..." he whispered brokenly to her seemingly
sleeping form.
'''Bending over, he kissed her forehead tenderly, and the Scarlett heard his footsteps moving
across the floor and then stopping. After minutes that seemed like eternity, Scarlett slowly
opened her eyes, expecting to see Rhett staring at her disconcertingly. Instead, she saw his large
form slumped over in a chair, his head bowed. After several more minutes, she heard him snore
softly, and she realized he was asleep.
'''Her own heart fluttering anxiously, Scarlett stared at the ceiling. A small smile formed on her lips
as she dreamily traced that place on her head where Rhett had kissed so lovingly. He does care
she thought rapturously, her mind spinning in a delighted eddy. There were so many possibilities
now that she knew, and she lay abed, wide awake until the first rays of dawn crept through the
window.
