"Father? Father, I'm home."
Tara walked into the hall. It was a little after one, and she had just returned from her walk with Will and Elizabeth. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and her hands reached up automatically to tuck her stray hair behind her ears. She noticed the bags underneath her eyes, and shook her head. She knew she was losing far too much sleep thinking of Jack Sparrow, and that even when she did sleep her dreams were dominated by him. She was extremely screwed up, she knew that.
"Tara, my dear, are you okay?"
She looked to see Gilette walking out of the lounge. He looked as pale and prim as ever, his eyes narrowed in concern.
"Yes, Gil, I'm fine," she said, forcing a smile.
He crossed over to her. "Where have you been?"
"Walking," she replied.
"With whom?"
"Master Turner and Miss Swann," she replied coldly, annoyed with his suspicion.
He sighed, and reached out to stroke her cheek softly. She managed to hide her repulsion. "I'm sorry. I know I get jealous. It's only because I care so much."
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Discussing the wedding with your father."
She couldn't hide her distaste at the mention of her wedding. He frowned as her nose wrinkled.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," she muttered.
He leaned in close for a kiss. She turned her head so that he ended up kissing her cheek. He sighed.
"What is bothering you?" he asked softly.
Somewhere inside of her, Tara Waller felt her anger break. "I don't want to marry you!"
He paled. "I- what?"
"I don't want to marry you." It felt so good to say it out loud.
"Why the hell not?" he asked, irritated.
"I don't love you. I love somebody else!"
She was surprised at her last words. She didn't, she wouldn't let herself, love Jack...
Gil glared at her. Then he shrugged. "Fine. The wedding is off then."
He stormed out. Tara sighed, tears already welling up in her wide eyes. She looked to the living room door, and saw her father watching her, his expression angry. She hurried over.
"I'm so sor-" she began, but her words were cut off as he slapped her around her face.
She was shocked, and it was very hard. She fell to the ground, then felt him begin to kick her, punch her, pull her around...
As unconsciousness set in, only one word floated around in Tara's head....
Jack.
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There, another chapter. R&R please. I really don't like her abusive father.
Tara walked into the hall. It was a little after one, and she had just returned from her walk with Will and Elizabeth. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and her hands reached up automatically to tuck her stray hair behind her ears. She noticed the bags underneath her eyes, and shook her head. She knew she was losing far too much sleep thinking of Jack Sparrow, and that even when she did sleep her dreams were dominated by him. She was extremely screwed up, she knew that.
"Tara, my dear, are you okay?"
She looked to see Gilette walking out of the lounge. He looked as pale and prim as ever, his eyes narrowed in concern.
"Yes, Gil, I'm fine," she said, forcing a smile.
He crossed over to her. "Where have you been?"
"Walking," she replied.
"With whom?"
"Master Turner and Miss Swann," she replied coldly, annoyed with his suspicion.
He sighed, and reached out to stroke her cheek softly. She managed to hide her repulsion. "I'm sorry. I know I get jealous. It's only because I care so much."
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Discussing the wedding with your father."
She couldn't hide her distaste at the mention of her wedding. He frowned as her nose wrinkled.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," she muttered.
He leaned in close for a kiss. She turned her head so that he ended up kissing her cheek. He sighed.
"What is bothering you?" he asked softly.
Somewhere inside of her, Tara Waller felt her anger break. "I don't want to marry you!"
He paled. "I- what?"
"I don't want to marry you." It felt so good to say it out loud.
"Why the hell not?" he asked, irritated.
"I don't love you. I love somebody else!"
She was surprised at her last words. She didn't, she wouldn't let herself, love Jack...
Gil glared at her. Then he shrugged. "Fine. The wedding is off then."
He stormed out. Tara sighed, tears already welling up in her wide eyes. She looked to the living room door, and saw her father watching her, his expression angry. She hurried over.
"I'm so sor-" she began, but her words were cut off as he slapped her around her face.
She was shocked, and it was very hard. She fell to the ground, then felt him begin to kick her, punch her, pull her around...
As unconsciousness set in, only one word floated around in Tara's head....
Jack.
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There, another chapter. R&R please. I really don't like her abusive father.