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Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own the marvelous characters of Scarlett O'Hara or Rhett Butler, or Mammy, etc…but I do own the plot! That's it though. Sorry I always forget to put these things. Oh well. Here it is for like all of my stories! Haha. Oh by the way, if you haven't read my other stories…please do! And of course, review them! (coughcough—Eyes the Color of Ireland and Lightning Never Strikes the Same Place Twice—coughcough) Anyways, here's chap-ola six. Seis. I don't know six in any other languages. If you do, leave it to me in your REVIEW!

Chapter 6: Plagued by Nightmares

"Scarlett!"

"Oh, Rhett, I'm so sorry, I wanted to tell you, but I wanted you to love me for me, and…"

"Hush, now, sweet. Get some rest. I…I understand," he replied calmly, feeling anything but. His inner thoughts were twisted and confusing and all he wanted was an escape from them, a recluse where he could go to be completely alone, void of all mystifying thoughts.

"But Rhett, the baby, did it, is it…"

"No, the baby is fine. Now promise me you'll rest. We can talk about this later."

Scarlett gave a thankful sob and Rhett put his arms around her. "Now go to sleep, Scarlett. You need your rest." He sat there with her until she fell asleep, and then he peeled her from his arms and walked to his bedroom to sleep.

By the next week, Scarlett felt as good as she had before her episode and was anxious to get out and about once more. Each day she fought a raging battle for her "freedom" as she put it, against Rhett and Mammy. As determined as she was, both held steadfast.

"'No, you mustn't risk hurting yourself!"

"Think of the baby, Scarlett." And it would go on and on, until she was at the point of total exasperation and all she wanted was to get out of the house even more. She felt suffocated inside of it, almost even more so than she had when she had passed out to begin with.

She knew she wouldn't pass out again, she just hadn't been able to breathe, that was all. It happened to every woman at one point; having her corset laced too tight was a frequent problem. Scarlett didn't like to admit to herself that it had never actually happened to her, and that it had happened to her at a most inopportune time, her being pregnant.

Scarlett's continuous pleas were weakening Rhett. He knew that he couldn't give in, but she kept after him and argued with him until she was wont to turn blue in the face and he felt as if he were ready to slap some sense into her. They both left these arguments extremely upset with one another. Scarlett was afraid that these arguments pointed to the fact that Rhett didn't love her, after all when he had claimed to have been in love with her before he had always given her whatever she wanted; he because he felt used and also couldn't help but think that Scarlett couldn't possibly love him, that it was all an act.

One night after a particularly nasty argument, Rhett walked past Scarlett's bedroom door and once again heard her crying. Her tears confused him. He was never sure whether it was Scarlett O'Hara crying or the hormones her pregnancy had brought on crying. She often had mood swings; happy one minute, seemingly melancholy the next. He wanted to go in and comfort her, but he figured that she wouldn't take well to being intruded upon and having her tears confronted, so he continued to his bedroom. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, but soon after a nightmare soon began.

Rhett was unaccustomed to nightmares, having never had one since he was a small child. Then he had woken up in the middle of the night, crying for his mother that the awful monsters were out to get him. Now, however, he, like many men, prided himself on having very little fears, and the nightmares usually went to weaker prey. Tonight, however, they came at him with such force that it was as if he had had the wind knocked out of his lungs:

Scarlett was in her room crying, but when Rhett pushed open the door to comfort her, she lunged at him. Her foot caught on the chair and she fell, landing face first. As Rhett went to help her, he cried out in horror. She wasn't moving. She was dead. The baby was dead. Everything was his fault. It was entirely his fault, she didn't love him, he wasn't wanted here, and they were dead. He wanted to be dead, anything to free him of his horrid life without her, but he kept living in misery.

Rhett woke with a start, sweat droplets forming on his usually cool and collected brow. Her cries were real, though. He could hear her.

"Rhett, Rhett, I want Rhett!"

It couldn't be true, he must be dreaming again. She would never call out for him, but he decided to go check on her just to be certain. He grabbed his robe from the hook on the wall and slipped his feet into his warm slippers resting at the foot of his tall, four-poster bed. He wandered down the hall, drawing nearer to her muffled sobs. He gently pushed open her bedroom door, and saw her thrashing about in her bed, weeping in her sleep. It hurt him deeply to see her looking so small in her big bed, each whimper she let out seemed like a tiny pinprick on his heart.

He went to her, and pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair. "Shh, shh, Scarlett. I'm here; everything's going to be all right. Hush, now. Shh."

When her cries quieted, he made an effort to get up, but the moment he laid her back on her bed alone, her cries resumed. He pulled her into his arms once again, and leaned back on the bed. He'd just have to sit here for a while, and then she'd go back to sleep and he could get some rest…he really was so tired…

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