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A/n: Well here we go some parts of Mackenzie's past. Thank you for your kind reviews, very much appreciated. Also sorry about the chapters being so short I'll try and make them longer.
A Broken Rose
Chapter 6: Past of Pain
Ten Years Ago
Mackenzie skipped happily outside into the garden looking for her sister. Her father stood facing the beautiful countryside and with his back to his daughter
"Whaur's Tara, Daddy?" Young Mackenzie asked, her father, with a strong Scottish accent
"Oot, wi' her maid getting a new dress t' wear fur her party tonight." William, her father, told her kindly.
"Sir, there is a man who wishes to speak to you, he says it's urgent." One of the servants said before walking back into the house.
"Stay here, lassie." Her father told her before following the servant to the front of the house.
Her father returned a few minutes later, Mackenzie sat on the wooden swing that hung from the tree, she noticed her father's sad expression and went over to him.
"What's wrang, daddy?" She questioned concerned at her fathers saddened expression.
"Come and sit doon, wain." He said, as he went and sat on the swing, taking the girl onto his lap. "Your sister, has been taken away...we don't know who by but we're gonna do everything we can tae find her." He took a deep breath as he looked down at his only child he had left.
Seven Years Ago
Mackenzie sat patiently outside the room waiting for news of the birth. Her mother had gone into labour, about two hours ago and she knew it would be soon that she would hear something. A baby's cry then sounded in the air and brought a smile to Mackenzie's face. She sat with the servants awaiting the news from her father, who was in the room with her mother.
She looked up as the door opened and her father came out but he didn't have the great look of joy she thought she would find on his face, instead he looked incredibly sad. She could hear the sounds of the baby which meant it should be fine.
"What's wrang, Da?" She asked confused by his unhappy demeanour.
"Your, Ma...she...she didna make it..." He trailed off as he walked back into the room. She walked slowly behind him, his words not fully registering in her mind. She looked at her mothers limp body on the bed and then at the small bundle in one of the maids arms. It had only just stopped crying.
"What is it?" She asked looking at the small form of the child, her little brother or sister.
"It's a lad," the maid answered offering her the small boy. Mackenzie took it and looked into his pale green eyes and smiled at it, allow the smile didn't reach her eyes.
Weeks later, her father told her they would be moving, the pain of her mother's death lay heavy on his shoulders and he could no longer bare to be in the house which she lost her life in. He had business in England and they would settle down there. She was sad, as Scotland had been and always would be her home.
Two and a half years ago
"Father, you asked to see me?" Mackenzie asked, her Scottish accent dulled down slightly after living in England for so long, walking cheerily into the room, blue green eyes sparkling with carefree happiness.
"Yes, sweetheart. We need tae talk please tak a seat." He gestured to the chair beside his bed, that he lay in. He was unwell, and he knew he wouldn't be around much longer. He had been an accident with a horse and badly injured his kidney.
"What's wrong, Daddy?" She questioned, she was a well educated girl, but still naive, so unaware of the dangers that lurked outside the small world her father had built for her, after her mother's death.
"You ken I am ill, an' I think it is time for you tae choose a husband. I ken t'is sudden but I just wanna mak sure you and your brother are cared for when I'm gone." Her father told her, looking slightly pale.
Mackenzie was silent for a long while, she realised the truth in her fathers words, she would need someone to make sure, if not her but, her brother was taken care of, he needed a man in his life. Although she wasn't happy with the prospect of having to marry some uptight man that wanted her as a trophy wife, not for whom she really was.
"Father," she sighed. "I understand what you are telling me but, I want to marry for love not money." She said wistfully at the mention of love, when her mother had still been alive she had told her many stories of love and fairytales, which she wished would come true.
"I ken you do, lass, but unfortunately sacrifices huv tae be made. I huv already sent oot word for suitor's tae be brought here." He replied, he didn't want to destroy his daughter's dreams of love and romance but she would need someone to take care of her when he was gone.
At this news Mackenzie paled slightly, never had her father forced into something she wasn't ready for, and she knew she wasn't ready for marriage. She held back a sob before fleeing from the room. She ran straight to her room and fell onto her bed. She knew what this invitation would bring, countless high class idiots who thought only of themselves, she knew not one of them would value her, the way she wanted them to…for her mind not her body.
One Month after That
Mackenzie sat in the lounge sipping her tea, as one of the countless suitors talked about his shipping company, and his money, trying to impress her. His money did not interest her as her father was quite well off and she had no need for more. A knock then came at the door cutting off her annoying suitors ramblings.
"Mackenzie, dear, another man to see you." One of her older maids said, Mackenzie excused herself before walking into the lobby where the man stood waiting.
The man turned around and Mackenzie's breath caught in her throat, the man was truly stunning, he was tall, with broad shoulders and a well toned body, he had a beautiful face, accented with chocolate brown eyes.
"Miss Rose, it is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. I have heard a lot about you." the man said taking her hand and placing a chaste kiss on the back of her hand. "I am George Norrington."
"Well, Mr Norrington, I'm glad you could come. I'm sorry I cannot speak with you more, but I have another guest." She motioned to the man who sat in the opposite room glaring at George.
"No worries, Miss. I shall call again when perhaps you are less busy, would you be able to tell me an appropriate time?" He questioned, his soulful brown eyes peering at her.
"You could stop by for tea tomorrow; I think I'm free then..." She looked to her maid for conformation and she nodded.
"I look forward to it, Miss Rose." He picked up her hand and placed another soft kiss on her hand, while gazing up at her. He let go off her hand and turned to exit, he faced her one last time and nodded before leaving.
"As do I." She whispered when he left, after a few moments she shook herself out of the daze the hansom, George Norrington put her in. Suddenly a bell started ringing in her head, Norrington, James Norrington? She was good friends with him as a child even though he was quite a bit older than her. They still kept in contact, the occasional letter and such to keep in touch. Could they be related?
Three Months after That
Mackenzie stood tearfully at her fathers bed as he began to get weaker they both knew he might not live out the night.
"I am very proud o' ye Mackenzie an' I ken that George has been and will continue tae be a guid husband. Thank you fur giving your brother and yourself a stable future, I ken you may nae love him but he can provide fur ye." Her father croaked out before a maid helped him, take some water.
"I think I might...love him." Mackenzie told her father truthfully as the thought of her husband came into mind. He was hansom, sweet, caring, funny and was good with her brother, he was everything she had ever pictured her fairytale husband being although, she didn't think to meet him in such circumstances.
"That is guid ma bonnie wain, I ken he will tak care of ye an' yer brother an' he will be an excellent husband. Please be strong fur yer brother Macky." He said using the child hood nickname she used to love.
"I love ye daddy." She told him hugging him tightly with him returning the embrace with the same force.
Two Months After
Mackenzie lay on the floor of her room crying, she was still in mourning after her fathers death. She had hardly ventured outside at all after his passing. Her brother had coped far better being younger. She knew George's patience was wearing thin, as she had told him many times she couldn't share his bed as the grief was too much for her. She realised he had become more angry than usual and she had heard plates smash once or twice.
"Mackenzie?" Came his tentative voice from behind the door accompanied by a quiet knock.
"Come in." She choked out, she was unable to comprehend how she had any tears left after the past two months of crying her heart out.
"Mackenzie." He sighed, sounding frustrated if not slightly angry. "It has been two months, two months since you left the house and one month since you left this room for more than ten minutes. Is it too much to ask to spend time with your husband?"
"George, I am sorry. His not being here has hit me worse than I thought it would. Please I need more time." She begged as she looked up, when she said this he would usually gather her up in his arms place her on the bed and sooth her to sleep while whispering sweet endearments in her ear.
"I have given you more time than you need. Do you not realise how selfish you are being. Your brother is worried about you as am I. While you stay here crying James is trying to work out what is going on in his young mind. You are the only family he has left and now you're blocking him out!" George told her harshly his words getting louder with every word.
"I' m sorry." Mackenzie cried, the truth in his words cutting her deep.
"Always sorry...do you ever really mean it though? Or do you just say it to get people to leave you alone? What am I not good enough for you... must you lock yourself in this room away from me?" He asked now shouting at her as he paced back and forth before turning to her blind anger shining strongly in his eyes.
"I am not a patience man, Mackenzie and you have tested my patience." He said his voice stone cold void of any emotion, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, she was truly scared of him at the moment, as he started walking towards her. For every step he took forward she took one back. "What now wench can't even be near your husband!" He shouted before he slapped her and she flew into the wall, he gave her one last disgusted look before turning on his heel and leaving.
Mackenzie broke down in a fresh wave a sobs, what happened to the sweet caring man she knew? What monster had taken his place, she belived she had turned him into this monster, she had past all her pain onto him, making him behave like this. She realised it was her fault, not his.
A/N: Please review and tell me what you think. Most of the dialogue in this chappy was in Scottish, if you didn't understand some words just tell me and I'll tell you what they mean. I think next chappy will be back to the brig muhahaha, lol.
