Chapter 2: Taken Prisoner

What happened last night? The wind coming through the air as night took over the lovely blue sky. All I could remember was getting in a buggy with Rhett. Rhett was going to take me home. Home, home, home. I had to be home didn't I? I just had to be. Where else could I be? I wouldn't know until I opened my eyes to see my surroundings. Opening my eyes rather slowly all I could see was somewhat of blurriness. Blinking yet again I could see much clearer now.

This wasn't my room. No, my room was much smaller than this one. This room had cream colored walls, a king size bed, a corner fireplace, one window seats, rather large closet, a cherry oak vanity. The best of anything and everything sat in this room. My room back at Tara had light blue walls and was much smaller then this room here.

Why was I here? Was I having a nightmare? I wasn't quite awake yet? Yes, that was it I had to be having a nightmare. Touching the bedside table I realized this was real, as real could get. Normally when I dreamed I couldn't touch anything, my hand would go right through the object. Jerking my hand away I began to realize I was somewhere I didn't know. Gripping the bed sheets I did my best to remember anything from last night.

Not doing my very best I began to panic. Where was I! I thought I was going to drive myself mad at any moment. Before long I could hear the bedroom door being opened. Stepping into the room I saw Rhett standing there with a smile upon his handsome face along with what seemed to be a breakfast tray.

"Rhett Butler, what am I doing here?" I asked giving him a cold hard look. I was going to get to the bottom of this and it was going to be now and not a second longer.

"Why my pet, you're at my plantation home." Rhett said making his way over to me and putting the breakfast tray on my lap.

What? No, no, this just couldn't be. "Why?" I cried as I looked at him only this time with sadness in my eyes. What was he getting at?

"You once refused to be my wife, so I drove around last night waiting for you to come out of the hospital." Rhett said looking down at me while my face changed to shock.

"What?" I asked in shock as I let the fork in my hand fall to the silver platter. "You knew I didn't want to be your wife and yet and yet…you…you kidnapped me and now your forcing me to do something I don't want to do?" I was so shocked I just wanted to jump up and began hitting him.

"My dear there was nothing else I could do." Rhett said while he began taking my hand. "I've loved you from the moment I saw you at Twelve Oaks."

I got to my feet and began hitting his chest. "How dare. How dare you do such things?" I yelled at him as I continued to beat on his chest. "You, you kidnapper,"

"Oh, pet, you never give up do you?" Rhett said with a smile as if he didn't mind me doing what I was doing. Taking my wrist I began looking at him with anger in my eyes.

"Let me go you…I can't think of what to call you." I yelled as I began to come helpless. "Let go of me." Fighting him I tried my best to get free from his grasp. Finally after a few moments of fighting him I ran towards the door.

Putting my hands onto the cold gold door handle I began to tug and pull with all my might. What? It was…locked. I had become some kind of captive. Turning to face Rhett my hand still rested on the doorknob. Leaning against the doorknob I tried to think. Letting my mind race with ideas I finally thought of that one something.

I ran over to the windows. Throwing back the curtains I found that there were no windows…except for one small one. I could look out and see bars on the window. What was going on here! I wanted to yell as I began to cling to the curtains and sinking to the ground. Baring my head into my night gown it all began to take effect. I was a captive in this massive plantation.

Not looking up I could hear Rhett leaving and shutting the door. Looking up with a wet tent to my eyes I saw him lock and shut the door. Getting to my feet I began running over to the door. My life began flashing past me as I ran to the door of my freedom. Putting my hands yet again on the doorknob I began yelling…more like sobbing. "Let me out, let me out. Oh, please let me out!" I didn't get a response back. Knowing I wouldn't be free for quite some time I went back over to my breakfast. Sitting back down on my bed I began eating my breakfast. While doing so I still couldn't believe why Rhett would do such a thing and why he was so obsessed with me.

Sitting in the dead of silence I began and tried to plan my escape. I was sure my parents were wondering where I was by now. They just had to be. I'm sure by now they had sent out a police call and told them that I hadn't arrived home yet and how worried they were of my safety. Yes, any moment a police officer would be knocking on Rhett's door asking if he had seen me. Yes, then I would be free, free as I was ten hours ago. Wait…No, what if…what if…what if Rhett told them I wasn't there and they believed him and then…then I would never be free ever again. I would be stuck here for the rest of my life. I was only sixteen I had a life to live. Not to live the rest of my life in this old plantation house. I had needs that needed to be met. I had things I wanted out of life. I would never get any of it if I were to stay in such place.

Eating my breakfast rather slowly I still couldn't put any of this together. After a little while a rather short black servant came in by the name of Prissy and dressed me for the day. While getting dressed the lady began talking.

"Ya must be that girl Captain Butler talks about." Prissy said as she laced up my corset.

"Oh, really? What does he say about me?" I asked gripping the side of the bed. This was going to be very interesting to hear.

He say ya very pretty. Ya have somewhat of a temper." Prissy said. "and-"

"He says I have a temper?" I asked as I picked up my lovely red velvet dress with white lace going down the front. If he thinks I have a temper he has another thing coming to him.

"Yes'm, he says you get mad at just about anything." Prissy said in that southern accent of hers.

"Oh, so he does, does he? Well I will let him know what I really think of him." I said as my temper came out just as prissy had said. Looking at her she began shaking her head.

"Ah, I see what he talk about." Prissy said with a laugh. I turned and glared at her.

"Get out of this room. Get out!" I yelled at her, as my hands became fist at my side. Oh, how he had the nerve to say such a thing. Watching her leave I began to feel like I was suffocating in this place. Sitting back on the bed I lay back down and closed my eyes. This was all a nightmare. I would soon wake up in my nice warm bed with the October sun beating in my bedroom window. Yes, that's all it was, was a nightmare. A bad, bad nightmare, wait…I already thought that. It couldn't be such a thing if I could touch things, pick things up and remember such things. Oh, it just had to be a nightmare.

Opening my eyes again I discovered the big room around me. No! It was real as real could be. Shutting them once again I just lay there and took it all in. Warm tears fell onto my pillow as my eyes stayed shut. Seconds past turning into minuets, minuets past turning into what felt like hours upon hours passed. When would this madness end? Never that's when NEVER, NEVER, NEVER! I wanted to yell a loud to the silence within the room. Before I could do so I could hear the key turn into the lock. Turning my head I could see the door opening. Turning my head the opposite way so he couldn't' see that I had been crying.

I could hear his footsteps coming closer and closer. He came and sat on the bed next to me. Taking my hand I jerked it away moments later. I wasn't going to give him the benefit of the doubt. Still looking at the bare wall my mind rested as I lay there.

That didn't stop him he began stroking my lovely chestnut hair. Feeling his touch I jerked yet again. Getting up I began making my way over to the "window seat" Moments before getting to my feet Rhett griped my shoulders. "Stop it Scarlett, stop it." He said in a mean voice.

Looking him in the face I broke his grasp and went and sat in the window seat. Realizing what he had done he came over to me yet again. "Scarlett I-"

"Just go." I said resting my head on my arms. I couldn't take in all of this at once. It was just too much. Just like this morning Rhett left the room locking the door behind him. Not doing anything because I knew it was no use I just stayed where I was looking out from the small box of a window. I truly was a prisoner. What was next for me?

A/N: What will become of our beloved Scarlett? Will she live forever in that plantation and forever in that room she has been placed in? Review:)