A/N Okay, very angst chapter. . .well I think so anyway. . . I could be
wrong. . .
To My reviewers: -
RinaSparrow ~ Hey, I'm really glad you liked my first chapter, it gets kinda dark now!! I hope my second chapter is just as good. Thanks for your review.
JeanieBeanie33 - Thanks for all your reviews!! They are dead encouraging!! ^_^
Eternity of Darkness.
Chapter Two.
Harriet was born into a refined family. Her parents were proud, up standing members of society. But with her first gasp of air, her first crying gush, it was clear she did not belong. Harriet adored freedom, she could not be tied down, by emotional barriers such as responsibilities, or physical ones such as the restricting air of a corset. It just wasn't her. It wasn't who she was born to be.
Her parents had a large house, and big fortune to match, they had never been short of money, and were respected in their part of the Caribbean. Everyone who was anyone had heard of the Darlingtons. Harriet Darlington was a pretty girl, her dark skin, and jet black hair added to the mystery of her character, her eyes had many depths and it was hard to define their colour, so she stopped trying. She was pretty, and she knew it. She insisted on Mary, her maid, brushing her hair, until it shone every day. She was vain, and arrogant liking nothing more then spending hours in front of the mirror. She loved herself. It was a pity she did not extend this adoration to the parents who had made her.
But her parents were not worthy of such attentions. They had produced a daughter because they believe it their duty to have an heir. When she was born a girl, Harriet had been a disappointment, and generally when one is born a disappointment, they die a disappointment.
The Darlingtons they went on to try for another child. The striving to have a boy, became an obsession with both of them. Mrs Darlington suffered two miscarriages, and another disappointing girl before she finally had her son.
Roberto was a weak child, his lungs were small, and his cry faint, but to them he was perfect. And to Harriet too. Now she was no longer the heir to the Darlington fortune, she could go out and enjoy herself without her parents watching her every move.
And then that was when she became pregnant. Her parents were appalled and Harriet was thrown from the house. She spent nights crying herself to sleep in the grotty dirty beds of pubs and inns. Very often she had to share her bed with a man to afford the rent, she despised herself for it. Surely this was not how her life was supposed to be?
And then she met Tobias Richards. He was a charming gentleman, at first. He took pity on the pregnant child, and allowed her to stay with him. It wasn't long before they became lovers, and Tobias managed to slip a ring onto her finger.
Harriet did not love him, or particularly like him, he had a sudden red hot temper, which would flare up quite unexpectedly, he was bitter, and angry against the world, and demanded things she could not give him. But she had no choice, if she said no, she would have to leave. Her hand went to the bump growing inside her, she had to do it for her baby.
They were married quickly, Tobias wasted no time marking his territory.
"As soon as your bastard is born, we shall have a baby of our own." He told her.
She felt appalled at his intimate touch, she tried to stop the repulsion showing on her face. "Do not call my child a bastard." She said, pointedly.
Tobias frowned at her. "It is a bastard, and not welcome in my household, but I put up with it, for you." He said, with a cruel smile.
She turned away, and sighed heavily. She desperately hoped for a girl, a boy might upset Tobias even more. "Please God, let it be a girl." She muttered to herself.
Soon enough the baby was born, and Harriet had her wish. It was a girl. A healthy girl. Tobias was all for drowning her in the sea, but Harriet guarded her baby with such alacrity and enthusiasm that he hardly saw either of them.
Harriet had never been one for strong affections, she hadn't cared about her parents, even now only seven months since she had left home, she had difficulty recalling her mother's face. No, there had never been any love lost between her and her parents, that much was clear. And all the men she had shared her body with, shared her bed with, they had been passing fancies, paying customers, nothing she cared to remember. And now her husband, Tobias Richards, a cold man, so cold icicles formed when he smiled. She cared not for her temperamental husband.
But her daughter was different, she loved everything about little Annamaria. From her rather oval face, to her wispy tufts of hair, and button nose. She decided to dedicate her worthless life to giving Annamaria everything she had never had. And as she sat there in the nursery, swinging gently on the rocking chair, with baby Anna sleeping in her arms, she wondered to herself. How could a mother possibly hurt her child? How could she throw her out into the cold, with nowhere to go? Harriet shuddered as memories of the dark grimy, back rooms of the pubs flashed before her eyes. She had never felt so unclean, so much like filth. And it was her mother who had done that to her, her parents had let that happened.
They sat at home in their warm mansion, cuddling over Roberto, blocking out Samara, their other unwanted girl, whilst their eldest child was confronted with such horrors, as she tried desperately to save her baby's life.
"I'll never leave you." She muttered, kissing her daughter's head. "No matter what you did, or said, or think, I'd never abandon you." She rocked to and fro on the chair for a few more minutes, before placing her precious child into bed. "Sweet dreams."
But Harriet did not have such good fortune. Her nightmares were visited by the brutish male clients, grabbing her, whilst her doting parents fondled their son. She woke up in a cold sweat, and gasped to see Tobias beside her.
To My reviewers: -
RinaSparrow ~ Hey, I'm really glad you liked my first chapter, it gets kinda dark now!! I hope my second chapter is just as good. Thanks for your review.
JeanieBeanie33 - Thanks for all your reviews!! They are dead encouraging!! ^_^
Eternity of Darkness.
Chapter Two.
Harriet was born into a refined family. Her parents were proud, up standing members of society. But with her first gasp of air, her first crying gush, it was clear she did not belong. Harriet adored freedom, she could not be tied down, by emotional barriers such as responsibilities, or physical ones such as the restricting air of a corset. It just wasn't her. It wasn't who she was born to be.
Her parents had a large house, and big fortune to match, they had never been short of money, and were respected in their part of the Caribbean. Everyone who was anyone had heard of the Darlingtons. Harriet Darlington was a pretty girl, her dark skin, and jet black hair added to the mystery of her character, her eyes had many depths and it was hard to define their colour, so she stopped trying. She was pretty, and she knew it. She insisted on Mary, her maid, brushing her hair, until it shone every day. She was vain, and arrogant liking nothing more then spending hours in front of the mirror. She loved herself. It was a pity she did not extend this adoration to the parents who had made her.
But her parents were not worthy of such attentions. They had produced a daughter because they believe it their duty to have an heir. When she was born a girl, Harriet had been a disappointment, and generally when one is born a disappointment, they die a disappointment.
The Darlingtons they went on to try for another child. The striving to have a boy, became an obsession with both of them. Mrs Darlington suffered two miscarriages, and another disappointing girl before she finally had her son.
Roberto was a weak child, his lungs were small, and his cry faint, but to them he was perfect. And to Harriet too. Now she was no longer the heir to the Darlington fortune, she could go out and enjoy herself without her parents watching her every move.
And then that was when she became pregnant. Her parents were appalled and Harriet was thrown from the house. She spent nights crying herself to sleep in the grotty dirty beds of pubs and inns. Very often she had to share her bed with a man to afford the rent, she despised herself for it. Surely this was not how her life was supposed to be?
And then she met Tobias Richards. He was a charming gentleman, at first. He took pity on the pregnant child, and allowed her to stay with him. It wasn't long before they became lovers, and Tobias managed to slip a ring onto her finger.
Harriet did not love him, or particularly like him, he had a sudden red hot temper, which would flare up quite unexpectedly, he was bitter, and angry against the world, and demanded things she could not give him. But she had no choice, if she said no, she would have to leave. Her hand went to the bump growing inside her, she had to do it for her baby.
They were married quickly, Tobias wasted no time marking his territory.
"As soon as your bastard is born, we shall have a baby of our own." He told her.
She felt appalled at his intimate touch, she tried to stop the repulsion showing on her face. "Do not call my child a bastard." She said, pointedly.
Tobias frowned at her. "It is a bastard, and not welcome in my household, but I put up with it, for you." He said, with a cruel smile.
She turned away, and sighed heavily. She desperately hoped for a girl, a boy might upset Tobias even more. "Please God, let it be a girl." She muttered to herself.
Soon enough the baby was born, and Harriet had her wish. It was a girl. A healthy girl. Tobias was all for drowning her in the sea, but Harriet guarded her baby with such alacrity and enthusiasm that he hardly saw either of them.
Harriet had never been one for strong affections, she hadn't cared about her parents, even now only seven months since she had left home, she had difficulty recalling her mother's face. No, there had never been any love lost between her and her parents, that much was clear. And all the men she had shared her body with, shared her bed with, they had been passing fancies, paying customers, nothing she cared to remember. And now her husband, Tobias Richards, a cold man, so cold icicles formed when he smiled. She cared not for her temperamental husband.
But her daughter was different, she loved everything about little Annamaria. From her rather oval face, to her wispy tufts of hair, and button nose. She decided to dedicate her worthless life to giving Annamaria everything she had never had. And as she sat there in the nursery, swinging gently on the rocking chair, with baby Anna sleeping in her arms, she wondered to herself. How could a mother possibly hurt her child? How could she throw her out into the cold, with nowhere to go? Harriet shuddered as memories of the dark grimy, back rooms of the pubs flashed before her eyes. She had never felt so unclean, so much like filth. And it was her mother who had done that to her, her parents had let that happened.
They sat at home in their warm mansion, cuddling over Roberto, blocking out Samara, their other unwanted girl, whilst their eldest child was confronted with such horrors, as she tried desperately to save her baby's life.
"I'll never leave you." She muttered, kissing her daughter's head. "No matter what you did, or said, or think, I'd never abandon you." She rocked to and fro on the chair for a few more minutes, before placing her precious child into bed. "Sweet dreams."
But Harriet did not have such good fortune. Her nightmares were visited by the brutish male clients, grabbing her, whilst her doting parents fondled their son. She woke up in a cold sweat, and gasped to see Tobias beside her.