A/N: Omg it's been wayyyy too long! I am sorry guys! I have actually gotten a lot of good feedback about this story! I am so excited since this is my first fan fic I had ever tried writing! And you all loved it! Sorry for not updating sooner! I have this wholeeee weekend so here I go!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ALICE IN WONDERLAND I DO OWN THIS PLOT THOUGH! ;)
Alice's POV:
I was at the end of my third month, just getting to my fourth month. I felt the best I had ever felt. Sure, I had a few mood swings here and there, and god bless Tarrant's soul, he didn't make a peep. By now, the whole entire place of Wonderland had heard about my pregnancy, and Mirana had a little ball planned in my honor. I loved her to pieces, but I never was any good talking to people at parties. I just like being around with my close friends and family. Oh well, I knew Tarrant was planning on leaving my side anytime soon.
The ball was that evening, and Tarrant and I were laying in bed, naked bodies entwined from last nights events. He held me into his chest, my face curled into his neck. I felt his warm breath on my neck, and I felt a sense of reassurance rush over me. It was all good. I had my husband that I loved, two little ones on the way, and I had so many friends. I was so excited. We lay like this, Tarrant absent mindedly stroking my back.
"Alice?" He whispered. He was so sweet and quiet. He didn't get angry at times, but not often. But when he did I always tried to stay away. I loved him to death, and I trusted my life with him, but he could get rather scary and dangerous. I later found out he just needed time on his own, to cool off.
"Yes Tarrant?" I asked, resting a hand onto his firm chest. He was so delectable.
"I've been thinking.."
'Uh oh..' I thought to myself, but I waited for him to continue.
"Do you think I'm cut out to be a father? I mean I am strange everyone knows that. But really, a father?" I turned my head up to his, and looked into his eyes to see worry written all over his green globes.
"Oh Tarrant, don't worry yourself over all of these things. You are going to be a wonderful daddy, and our children will simply adore you. I know it." I smiled. He smiled back, and hugged me tighter whispering a thank you into my ear.
Tarrant's POV:
Alice had just left to go take a bath, and I still laid in the bed, thinking about everything. I really had it made. A beautiful wife. No. A gorgeous wife. Two little children on the way, and I had a wonderful home, a wonderful business. But something was bothering me. I couldn't put my finger on it. I knew I was nervous about being a father, but I still couldn't figure it out. After a few more minutes of thinking, it finally hit me. My father was on my nerves. He was horrible to me. Sure in the court he was well respected, but everyone knew that he had a horrible temper to him.
'Just like me' I thought to myself. A feeling of worry washed over me. My father loved my mother, but he was always so.. mad.. so out of it. I remembered that he used to hit my little sister when she did something wrong. I remembered that one day I had had enough and I couldn't stand to see it anymore.
Flashback:
I heard my father cursing in Outlandish to my little sister, hearing her crying behind the closed door of her bedroom. She had just turned seven yesterday, and he had already fought with her twice today I had recently turned sixteen and he had been going crazy even more lately. I winced when I heard glass breaking. No one really understood why he got so mad. People thought maybe his father was like that. We didn't know, and we didn't ask. We worried that would just set him off again. No one could stop him, not even my mother. He got taken away one night but the white queen's guards, just for him to settle down, but that had just made it worse. My mother had begged them to never do it again, because when he got home, he lashed out more onto us. At times he was a loving parent, but at times, I just wanted him gone. Dead. Out of our lives. I hated him. I really did. I didn't think I could deal with it much longer.
"Dammit Elaina! I TOLD you to get your room clean! What is this?" I couldn't see what he was doing, but I heard something being thrown at the wall.
"I'm sorry Daddy, I forgot, I was out with my friends.." I heard my sister bawling her eyes out, probaly sitting on her bed, body pressed against the wall to stay away from out father. Thinking about this made my blood boil. I loved my sister more than life itself, and it killed me to hear him treating her like this.
I stood my ground however, trying not to let the anger bubble over me. My anger scared me sometimes. I really was just like my father. I was a spitting image of him. Body, and mind. But the only difference was, that I could usually control my anger. Hightopps were known for their sudden anger, but my father was the absolute worst angered Hightopp there was.
"NO! Sorry just is NOT good enough Elaina! Clean it NOW!" I didn't hear anything for a moment, and worry flashed over in me. I looked through the keyhole, to see my sister cowering on her bed, head in her knees crying. She was shaking so violently you'd think she was having a seisure.
"WELL? What are you waiting for?" He bellowed, walking over to her. He took a fistful of her hair, and dragged her off the bed. She fell, and he flew her against the wall, and she hit her head, causing her to cry even harder. He wasn't usually THIS bad. My mothere wasn't home, and it was just us.
"What the HELL are you waiting for?" He yelled, walking over to her. He reached for her arm, and I finally saw his face. Is eyes were so fiery orange they looked red. What was going on? I had never been this bad EVER.
"Daddy, stop it.." She cried, trying to break free from his tight grip on her arm.
"NO! I simply asked you to do ONE thing and this is what I get? A crying little girl, trying to disobey me!" He wasn't even making sense now. She was crying because of HIM! I ran into my parents bedroom and looked at his nightstand. Oh no. A vial of Nozell berry juice. He was drunk. He had NEVER gotten drunk before. I walked over, cautiously picking it up. Empty. I ran back to the room, rage burning inside of me, I couldn't control it. I opened the door, and it slammed against the wall.
"Tarrant? What the hell are you doing?" He asked. I looked closer, and he walked towards me. He was staggering, tripping over nothing. Yes, definitely drunk. I dodged his arms, and reached for Elaina. I quickly picked her up, and heard my father cursing. I had Elaina, her arms wrapped around my neck, and waited for him to come at me. When he did, I swiftly dodged him, running to the now open doorway.
"Go get Momma, Elaina" I whispered, so my father didn't know where she was going. Elaina hesitated, looking at me, and my now fuming father.
"I'll be alright, just go. Quickly now." She nodded, and ran out of the house. I turned back, to see his eyes had finally gone over the red side.
"How dare you? Go get your sister NOW." He growled. I shook my head, and stood my ground.
"Tarrant. I said. NOW." I still shook my head, and suddenly I felt his fist collide with my jaw. He WAS pretty fast, even drunk. I fell to the ground, staring at him in shock. He had never hit me THAT hard before. I stood up, trying to escape, but he was too quick, and he grabbed my arm. He spun me around, pulling my head to his face, my hair being ripped out with his fists. I looked into his eyes, and my blood ran cold. This was really starting to scare me. But I had to be brave. I had to be brave for Elaina and my mother. Without thinking, I spit into his face, and he let go of me, giving me a chance to run.
"Dammit Tarrant!" He screamed. I heard his heavy footsteps catching up to mine, and I finally reached the door. I had the handle in my hand, but I was slowly dragged onto the ground, his hand tight on my ankles.
"Father! Father please stop! Your drunk! Stop!" I yelled, thrashing at him, trying to grab anything nearby. But wouldn't listen. Finally I slipped one ankle away, and kicked him square in the jaw. Blood dripped down his mouth, and he screamed such curses in Outlandish, that I shouldn't have heard till I was an old man.
"Tarrant Hightopp, you will listen to me when I am talking to you." I kept walking for the door, but he kicked my back, my face slamming against the wooden floor, I felt blood gushing from my mouth and nose, and my head was spinning. He spun me around, and I looked at him again, and I couldn't be strong anymore, I just let my silent tears fall from my eyes. My father didn't care, he just kept hitting me over and over. I almost lost count of the blows, when I turned to see five guards running in, the white queen standing outside of the door, hand over her mouth. I heard my fathers muffled yells, and looked up to see him being dragged away, his face looking at me cursing me. It all went black, and that was the last time I had ever seen my father again.
End of flashback:
I looked back at my bathroom door, thinking about Alice. I prayed I never treated her like my father did my mother. I touched my eyebrow, where the faint scar on my eyebrow from where I had fallen on that wooden floor many years ago. I felt a tear run down my cheek, not ashamed if the whole court saw me crying. I cried for my mother. I cried for my sister. I cried for me. And I cried for Alice and out children.
"Please don't let me be like him." I said to myself, pleading with my mind to just stop any more rage that may be there. I knew it wouldn't work, I always got made. I couldn't help it. That was what you got for being a hightopp. I heard the bathroom door open, and Alice stood with a towel, at first not noticing I was crying. I looked away, but she caught my sudden movement and came over, asking me when we were heading to the palace.
"Tarrant? Are you listen-" She paused. She turned my face to face her, and she looked at me with confusion.
"What ever is the matter Tarrant?" She whispered. I just looked at her, and pulled her into my arms.
Alice's POV:
Tarrant had wrapped me into his strong arms, and I felt his cheek on my shoulder, when from his tears. I was beginning to get worried. I pulled away, and waited for an answer. I kissed his forehead lightly, hoping for that to work. But he just kept looking at me.
"Have I ever hurt you?" He asked, the seriousness scaring me.
"Tarrant? No of course not? What's going on?" I looked and his eyes had gone a very pale green, so pale it was on the verge of white.
"Think hard Alice. Have I ever hurt you? Not physically necessarily, but maybe in your heart." He kept staring at me, and I was beginning to get really scared.
"Well, we get into little bickerments every now and then, and I am sure I hurt you a little each time, but thats to be expected! We are with each other every minute of the day." I smiled, trying to break his stare.
"So I have never really, hurt you, have I?" He was going quieter and quieter.
"No Tarrant, I am absolutely sure you have not." I said, with complete honesty. I saw a wave of relief wash over him.
"Just make sure it stays that way ok Alice? Help me do that. Help me do that with out children too." He whispered. I put my hand on his cheek, and whispered.
"What's wrong Tarrant? Please tell me. You can tell me everything."
"Let's just say that I am worried that my fathers.. anger rubs off on me." I looked at him, and just nodded, making a mental note to talk to him later about what was going on. He hugged me again, and kissed my neck.
"Come on Alice, we can't be late because of me, I'll go get ready and we can go." I just nodded, and he walked off, leaving me there sitting in deep confusion.
yes, yes, yes I know, short. But its sort of a filler chapter.. was it ok? did you hate it? lol I hope not. I guess I am satisfied with it for now! thanks for reading, and again sorry for the wait, and sorry if this wasn't too good! ;) keep checking for updates!