Chapter 4: Telling of a Story
"Well, I didn't realize I had that affect on you my dear." Rhett said with a laugh. His laugh seemed so far away. It seemed this place its self was so far away. So far away that it might all be a dream. Soon I would wake up in my nice warm bed back at Tara. I kept telling myself this and some how it never came true. Oh, how I wanted it to be true. I guess thats why it never could or would happen, because I wanted to go home so badly.
"No, Rhett, I can't breathe." I said trying to take a few breaths but it was no use. Looking at Rhett my eyes began to get heavy. Falling in his arms Rhett took me over to the bed. Placing me on the rather large firm bed he began undressing me. Breaking the strings for the corset I began breathing normally. Gasping for breath things finally began to come back to normal. My eyes began to flutter as I lay looking up at the ceiling. I began to move when Rhett's voice came.
"I would advise you not to move my pet," Rhett said as he pulled out one of my night gowns.
"Why?" I asked still looking up at the ceiling as my body began to get cold. What was going on? All I could remember was passing out and falling in Rhett's arms and…sharing a kiss. Could that really have happened? If I asked Rhett he might say no, maybe he would say yes. I wouldn't know until I asked.
"I'm not sure if there aren't any bones broken or not." Rhett came back over with a cream colored gown and sat on the bed.
"Rhett, you're the one that caused this." I said moving my eyes to see his.
"No, my pet, I did not." Rhett said as he helped me get my night gown on. "You my pet, are the one that caused this to happen. You tried to escape down in the basement. If you wouldn't have tried this then none of this would have happened."
"No, Rhett, that is where you are wrong. I wanted to get away not just from this place but to get away from you." I yelled while I leaned against a pillow.
"I already told you my dear, there is no escape from here on out." Rhett said looking at me with those mystery eyes.
"Oh, Rhett, you must be joking. I can't live here for the rest of my life." I said glaring him down as my mind raced with thoughts. He was crazy he just had to be, why else would he want to keep me here? That was easy, because was so obsessed with me and wanted me and he would do anything to keep me here.
"I'm afraid not my pet." The words came at me like a built from a loaded gun. How those words hurt. "I think you will survive." A laugh came from his throat.
How dare he find this funny? I for one didn't think it was the least bit funny. "I'm sure my parents have called the police and they are looking for me at this very moment. If I were you Mr. Butler I would watch my back if I were you." I had been here for two nights now and was already getting sick and tired of all of this.
"They won't look here." Rhett answered as he paced back and forth in the room. "Not too many people know of this place."
"What? You mean to tell me that no one, not anyone knows about this place?" I asked in horror as I didn't dare believe him, but some part of me wanted to believe him.
"Yes, that's what I've told you and it is true. No one hardly knows about this place." Rhett said standing in front of my bed. "Let me tell you a story."
"There once was a man a rather rich man you could say. He had everything he could want from buggy's homes, servants you named it and this man had it. There was a rumor or tale you could say going around town about this man. It was said that this man was this awful. One night he found his bride and took her back to his place-"
"The story." I said within a whisper. Looking at Rhett with wide eyes.
"What is it my pet? You look as if you have seen a ghost." Rhett ask as the look of horror appears upon my face.
"Pa, used to tell me and my sisters this story the night of the last night of October." I said almost within in a daze.
"Oh, really?" Rhett asked as if he had no idea what I was talking about.
"Yes, the story always ends with the man carrying the girl off into the night and the girl was never heard from again." I said as if I could just see myself and my sisters sighting in the prayer room awaiting the story as we often did when we were younger.
"That's right my pet, that is how the story ends." Rhett said now sitting on the bed.
Nodding my head yes I knew that's how it had always ended. "None of that story is real. My father just told me and my sisters that to scare us that's all." I said as I brushed off the effect of the story.
"Oh, really, what makes you think it's not real?" Rhett asked as a glimpse of curiosity filled his eyes.
"Because, things like that do not exist," I said tossing my hair over my shoulder. All this talk was madness. Pa along with Rhett was just trying to scare me. So far they weren't doing a good job. I could take a scary story as much as the next person.
"Oh, don't they?" Rhett said now stroking my soft, warm cheek. Looking into his eyes I saw what I had seen earlier. Drawing closer to me our lips met yet again. The same thing was happening what had happened just a few hours before. Moments past, were either of us moved. While being pinned to the bed it seemed like time its self was standing still. Still sharing the kiss the clock began to chime midnight. Holding one of my hands I could feel something happening. Before long I could feel a sharp pain burning up and down my hand and arm. Filling something sticky run down my hand I yelled out in pain.
"OW!" I cried out as the kiss was broken. What had just happened? Looking down at my hand there was a rather large cut between my wrist and upper hand.
"Prissy." Rhett yelled for the slave as he held my hand within in his rather large one.
Prissy came moments later. "Yes Sir," Prissy asked stepping into the room.
"Get me some cold water and some bandages." Rhett said looking at her telling her to hurry. Looking back at me he tore the bed sheet and pressed it rather hard to my skin. "This should help stop the bleeding until Prissy gets back."
Looking at him I wanted to ask him what had just happened but I didn't dare. Whatever just happened was between him I would say. But I still had that strange feeling to ask. "Rhett, what just happened?" I asked almost afraid to know the answer.
"It appears you got a cut on your wrist my dear." Rhett answered as Prissy came back in the room. Putting a cloth in warm water Rhett removed the blood stained bandages.
Looking down I could see the somewhat "cut" on my wrist. It was far from being a small cut, it was rather large. A rather deep cut and wide cut. "You still didn't answer my question. How did I get it? I see that I have a cut." I said as the warm water went over my cut. I thought I was going to scream out it hurt so bad. Clutching the side of the bed I began to fill pain through my whole arm. It was like a burring feeling. It just wouldn't stop.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out my dear, as well." Rhett answered as he stepped away from the answer.
He knew how I got it. Why wouldn't he tell me? Letting the topic dye I just let Rhett fix up my wrist. I still had the look of pain in my eyes. Putting the wrap on my wrist the blood began to show through as Rhett tied a knot on the end of the bandage.
"That will work for now." Rhett said as he put the things on the bedside table. "I think it's time someone went to bed." Looking at me as if I were a child.
Realizing I was rather tiered I agreed with him. Nodding my head yes I lay down on my side as I watched Rhett go to the door.
"Good night my pet," his voice came as my eyes began to come heavy.
"Good night," I responded back as I shut my eyes. Hearing the door lock and his footsteps disappear down the hall I fell asleep instantly.
A/N: How did Scarlett really get the cut? Whats with this story that Rhett had told Scarlett? Hmm, anyway sorry its taken me a while to update. I'm going to try and finish this story by Oct. 31. Review!