Work in Progress: Study of a Mad Golfer's Daughter

Inspired by Andrea Churchill's Work in Progress: Study of a Mad Golfer. Both the idea AND the title character belong to her. Although I don't own Bessie, I love the character, and I'm honored to come up with this story for her. UGH! Do I HAVE to go up to 100? I'm not sure if I can, or WILL do anything of the sort, I'll do my very best, and I promise that I will actually finish this, whether or not I write 100 "chapters."

Although Andrea gave hers the highest rating, I'm only giving mine a T rating, and I'll do my best to make sure there's nothing "too mature" in here. If there is, PLEASE don't be afraid to tell me. And yes, I know this story takes place in Scotland, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna have ALL my Scottish characters speak with a Scottish dialect. Eh mean cuz writin' like tis is really annoyin' an 'gets on meh nerves. Maybe eh'll write like tis fer eh few characters, bu' NAE fer ev'ryone in te entire story! So PLEASE jus' use yer imaginations people!

And one more thing. I don't own any of the characters in this particular chapter. They all belong to Andrea and Disney. So anyways, happy reading lads n' lassies!

Rescue

Bessie didn't know how long it'd been since she moved from her father's castle to her grandfather's mansion. All she knew was that it definitely wasn't a pleasant stay. Allan was easily provoked and always angry at her, which resulted in highly severe beatings if she wasn't careful. It was even worse whenever Will and Mary came by for a visit. Will would do nothing but mock and belittle the wee lass whenever he saw her. Mary wouldn't say anything to Bessie, but instead give her cruel, nasty looks, which was enough to scare her off and make her cry. However, there was a bright side to their visits. Mary would bring along the baby twins Brian and Belle, and Bessie always looked forward to playing with them before they were put down for their nap. Making the babies squeal with laughter always brought a smile to her face, especially after having to deal with her abusive grandfather every day. But lately, Mary hadn't been accompanying Will on his visits to the mansion, which meant that the twins no longer came by either, so now Bessie hid in her room all by her lonesome whenever Will dropped by for a visit.

But today, it was Allan who locked Bessie up in her room. She had gotten him mad once again, this time for watching television without his permission. She didn't mean to. The television was already turned on when she walked downstairs, and was curious to know what program was on. It was the news, and the newscasters mentioned a Duff Killigan, which immediately got Bessie excited since she knew that they were talking about her father. But the newscasters didn't seem too happy talking about him. In fact, they were actually reporting about a red-haired lass named Kim Possible and how she had defeated Duff Killigan in one of his—what they called—"dastardly schemes." Bessie was completely infuriated at the newscasters, the way they were talking about her father! Calling him mean names like "the world's deadliest golfer" and such! She was especially mad at this Kim Possible they kept praising on the television. What right did she have to hurt him like that? Bessie knew that Duff is the kindest person in the world, so he couldn't possibly have harmed her in any way.

"LEAVE MY DADDY ALONE!" she shouted directly at the television as loud as she could. That's when Allan heard her and reprimanded her for watching the television without his permission, ranting on about how television rots the brain and making her even more stupid than she already was.

Bessie tried explaining to Allan that it wasn't her that turned on the television, but he slapped her across the face without even giving her a chance to speak. Right away she could tell that her grandfather was really mad this time—and before she knew it; he clutched onto her arm tightly and dragged her up the stairs all the way to her room, thrusting her onto the bed.

"Now stay pu' ye bampot!" he roared. "An' don' come oot til eh call ye…or eh will kick yer cunt in, ye understand?" Bessie stayed silent the entire time. She could feel tears forming in her eyes, but she knew better than to cry in front of a hardhearted man like Allan…and if she so much as uttered a single word, her tears would spill out uncontrollably. She fought them back as much as she could…

"ANSWER MEH LASS!" Allan demanded. His harsh voice rang inside Bessie's wee ears and alarmed her delicate heart. That was it. She couldn't hold it in any longer. She grabbed the nearest pillow and sank her head deep into it, allowing her tears to break down the barrier and flow right out of her. She was hoping that if Allan didn't see her cry, the consequences wouldn't be as bad…he on the other hand…now feeling angrier than before…thought differently.

"Why ye no good dobber!" he thundered. Allan grabbed his granddaughter by the hair and yanked her head right out of the pillow. "Ehm pure scunnurt wit' ye, ye ken tha'?! Cryin' like wee babe an' all! Yer nuthin' bu' eh pure jessie—eh wimp—jus' like yer pa!"

It took no more than a millisecond for Allan to take his first blow at Bessie, pounding her brutally to the core as though she were nothing. The poor lass tried her best to fight back and escape from her mad grandfather, but it was no use; she was small and defenseless, and he was stronger and faster than her.

Allan pummeled Bessie until he saw that she was weak and bruised from his beatings and stormed out of the bedroom without another word, slamming the door shut on the way out.

Many hours passed by…and Bessie remained locked up in her room. She hadn't heard Allan call her out yet, but she didn't really care. It was much safer to stay away from him anyways. But still...staying in her room by herself for so long made her feel…rather lonesome. She never felt this lonely back at the Killigan castle. At least she always had someone to love her and keep her company, even when Daddy wasn't home.

"Daddy…" Bessie mumbled to herself. Oh how she missed him so. She wished that he was here with her right now...not only to keep her company, but to also keep hersafe and comforted, even inside a prison like Allan's mansion.

"Daddy…Daddy…" The name itself was now beginning to sound like a soothing lullaby to Bessie—causing her to close her eyes and imagine being back at the Killigan castle, with Duff holding her tightly in his big, strong arms and giving her lots and lots of kisses as he tended to the wounds and bruises that Allan gave her. Bessie felt happier thinking this, but she also couldn't help crying again because she knew that it was all a mere fantasy: she wasn't at the castle with Duff; she was all alone in Allan's mansion. What she wouldn't give to actually be held in her father's arms again...

All of a sudden, the sound of the door creaking open interrupted Bessie's thoughts and woke her up entirely. Oh no! she thought, quickly sitting up. Granpa's coming back for me! Bessie realized that her eyes were still wet with tears, and if Allan saw that she was still crying…without giving a second thought, she jumped off her bed and ran to her closet as fast as she could to hide from Allan.

"Hello?" she heard a gentle whisper…that sounded absolutely nothing like Allan's thick, gruff voice. Now feeling curious rather than scared, Bessie opened her closet door a tad to see who had entered into her room. To her surprise, she saw a lady—with pale green skin—walking around. Bessie wondered who she was and why she was here.

"I'm here to help…" the lady said, as though she read Bessie's thoughts. "I'm a friend of your father's…"

"A friend?" Bessie blurted, then gasped and quickly covered her mouth, realizing that she had talked and hid deeper into her closet.

"Yes…he's a very close friend of mine…" she answered, smiling. "and that's why I'm here. I've seen how hurt he has been since they took you away. He misses you so much…I'm here to take you home to him."

"He misses me?"Bessie whispered, smiling at the thought. But she wasn't certain if she should trust this strange woman or not, even if she claimed to be a friend of her father's…unless…

She finally poked her head out of the closet. "H-How close are you and my daddy?"

"We've known each other for a very long time, and I care about him very much," the lady said.

"Do you love Daddy?" Bessie asked. If her father and this lady were friends, it must mean that they love each other, right? And if they love each other, it could only mean that this lady…was her ma! She just had to be! They both have the same black hair, even if the lady's is a little greenish. She didn't speak in a Scottish accent, but no one knows who she is, so who's to say that her mother is even Scottish to begin with? Besides, only a mother would have the courage to rescue her child and bring her back home.

"Can you tell me your name?" the woman asked, not answering Bessie's question.

"Bessie…" she replied.

"Okay Bessie. Are you ready for me to take you home?"

"Are you going to stay with us?" Bessie asked. If this really was her mother, nothing could stop her from leaving.

The lady just looked at the wee lassie. "Well…uhh…I will if your father asks me to."

"And you promise you won't leave if he does?" she asked with a little hope in her voice.

"Yes, I promise," the lady said as she held her hand out to Bessie. "Ready to go?"

Bessie looked at her extended hand, then back up at her. "You really, really promise?" She'd gotten her hopes up—and then crushed so many times before when it came to having a mother in the castle; and Bessie wanted to be absolutely certain that this woman—who might actually be her mother—wouldn't abandon her and Duff like the other women have.

She smiled and nodded at Bessie. "Yes, I really, really promise I won't leave."

Bessie looked back down at the woman's hand for a moment, and then sighed. "Okay." She reached her hand out to grab hers and slowly crawled out of the closet, then looked back up at the lady. "But if you break your promise, I'm telling Daddy on you!"

The woman chuckled a little and picked up Bessie before heading out the door. She was carried downstairs where she saw Allan and Will together. She turned her head away from them and held onto the woman tightly, hoping that they wouldn't spot her or the lady sneaking out.

She heard Will asking Allan where the maid had gone…which confused her because she knew that there was no maid living in Allan's household. Next she heard Allan yell in anger and smash a bottle, which scared Bessie tremendously. She'd learned after living in the mansion for so long that no good ever comes when Allan has had a bottle in his hand.

"HEY!" she heard Allan shout behind them. Bessie gasped and held on even tighter. He'd caught them!

"Please don't let him catch me," she whispered in the lady's ear.

"I won't sweetie…I'm gonna get you out of here," she whispered back, then immediately took off running.

Allan ran after them. "HEY! GET BACK HERE!"

The woman kept on running until she'd reached the front door at last. She opened the door and set Bessie down, telling her to run as fast as she could to a jet outside and lock herself in. The poor lass felt deathly terrified. She didn't want to run out to the dark woods all alone, but she saw Allan coming closer at them and ran straight out the door without arguing.

Bessie ran all over the forest to search for the jet she was ordered to lock herself in, but she couldn't find it anywhere. Besides, she was more worried about her "ma" inside the mansion to really search for it. Allan was a strong man, and without a doubt, he would beat her mercilessly. No. Allan has hurt her many times, but she refused to let him get away with hurting a member of her family. That woman rescued her from Allan, and now it was her turn to do the same for her…but how?

She ran back to the mansion and stood on her tiptoes to peek through the window. She saw Allan grip tightly onto the woman's wrists and fling her against the floor, and then hit her body hard against the wall. But then—much to Bessie's amazement—her hands started to glow green, and then…plasma blasted at Allan, sending him flying across the room and slamming into a wall.

The woman saw Bessie outside the window and was distracted for a moment. But Bessie saw Will coming at "ma" with a knife in his hand.

"LOOK OUT!" she shouted. The woman turned her head and saw Will coming toward her. She dodged him, but she wasn't quick enough and he slashed her arm. She screamed from the pain, and Bessie screamed with fright for her.

Allan heard Bessie scream and ran outside to catch her. She saw him coming and started running into the dark forest again, but he was much faster than her. He grabbed her and wrapped his strong arm around her throat, as if enticing to strangle her. He turned towards the lady and threatened to do so unless she left his property and promised to never come back.

Bessie tried to pull his arm away from her neck, but the harder she struggled, the tighter he gripped onto her, choking her for real. She finally gave up and held her limp arms out to "ma," for help, her face beginning to turn blue.

"No!" the woman cried. "Put her down! If you don't, I SWEAR—"

But next thing everyone knew, there was a loud bang, and Allan let go of Bessie in order to kneel down and scream in ultimate suffering pain. Bessie didn't understand what was going on or where the loud bang came from; she just heard Will shout "YE SHOT PA! YE SHOT PA!" as he ran to help Allan.

Once Allan had released her, Bessie gagged and coughed until she felt that she had caught her breath. She stood up once her face had returned to its natural color, and behind Allan and Will…she saw Duff with a gun in his hand. She couldn't believe her eyes…was it really him?

"Daddy!" She ran past Allan and Will and ran to her father. He dropped his gun and opened his arms for his daughter to jump into. "Oh, I missed you sooo much!" she cried as she hugged him tightly. Bessie did nothing but cry in her father's arms. Never in her life did she feel so thrilled to see him. It was what she wanted all along ever since she stayed with Allan, and at long last, she felt safe again.

Duff didn't say anything. He held her tightly in his arms as much as he could and didn't let go. He tried holding back his tears; he couldn't possibly imagine what he would've done if Allan had killed her. He picked up Bessie and saw the lady walk towards him.

"Duff…I…"

"Eh cannae describe how angry eh am fer whut ye tried te do!" he yelled. "Dye know how much trouble eh can get in wit te law?"

Bessie looked up at her father. "Daddy, don't yell at her! She was only trying to help! And I don't wanna be with granpa or Uncle Will." She buried her face on his shoulder and started crying again. "I wanna be with you! It was so scary, Daddy!"

"I-I was only trying to help…" the woman explained. "What they did isn't right…she deserves to be with you…"

Duff put his hand up to stop her. "Eh also cannae describe how grateful eh am fer whut ye did."

She looked surprised. "What? You are?"

"All these years eh knew Allan an' Will hurt her. Eh couldn't do nuthin', but ye taught meh tha' didn' matter. Meh girl wus bein' abused an' eh won' stand tha' no longer."

Bessie smiled and whispered in his ear, "Kiss her Daddy."

Duff and the lady both looked at her, and then at each other…as though she had heard Bessie as well.

"What are you waiting for, huh?" the wee lass giggled.

"Uhh…" Duff looked at his daughter oddly and then back at the woman. "Well Shego, once again ehm grateful."

She nodded in response. "Anytime…" They were all silent for a moment. "So I'll uh…see you around…" She turned around and started walking away.

"O-Okay…" Duff whispered to himself as he watched her leave.

"NO!" Bessie shouted, holding her hands out. "Please don't leave!" Bessie couldn't quite understand. This woman Shego rescued her, and then promised that she would stay with her and Duff, so why was she leaving? She was so sure that she was her mother…

Duff hesitated for a moment and then caught up to her before she'd walked far. "Ah…Shego wait. Dye want te come back te the castle? Eh'll make dinner. It's te least eh can do. Bess obviously wants ye."

Shego stopped and turned around to face him. "Are you sure?"

"Aye, positive," he assured her.

"Please?" Bessie pleaded, giving her the puppy dog pout.

Shego sighed and then smiled. "Alright…sure."

"Yay!" Bessie cried cheerfully, smiling wide.

They all got in his blimp and traveled back to the Killigan castle. When they walked in the door, Seamus ran down the stairs to greet them and got really excited when he saw Bessie.

"Hi Seamus!" she greeted the wee Scottie. "I missed you boy!" She knelt down to pet and kiss him, and he jumped at her and licked her face like he always did.

"Hey, I'll race ya to my room!" She got on her hands and knees in starting position. "Ready…GO!" She took off up the stairs to her room with Seamus behind her, running as fast as his tiny legs could carry him. They both ran until they'd made it to her room.

"Ha! I beat cha, silly boy!" Bessie laughed.

Seamus lowered his head and made his own puppy dog pout at his defeat.

"Aww that's okay," Bessie soothed the dog. "I love you anyways." She carried him onto her bed and kissed his nose, then he responded back by wagging his tail and licking her back.

"Hey! Seamus, stop it! That tickles!" Her squealing got him excited and he jumped on top of her to lick her entire face.

Bessie jumped off her bed and ran downstairs to get away from Seamus, but that only made him jump off and follow behind her. They both ran until they'd reached the kitchen…there she saw what was going on and gasped loudly and jumped up and down with excitement.

"YOU DID KISS HER DADDY! YOU KISSED HER!" Bessie had caught both Duff and Shego kissing in the kitchen, and they pulled away when they heard her shouting. Shego looked embarrassed and turned away, but Duff just snickered at his hyper daughter.

"Um…Bess, why don' ye an' Seamus go back te yer room, aye?"

Bessie felt that there was no need to argue with Duff, so she and Seamus both ran back upstairs. Once they were in her room again, Seamus looked dog-tired, as did she from all the playing and rough housing and just sat on her bed.

"Can you believe it, Seamus? I finally have a ma now, and I like her!" She looked down at the dog. "Do you like her, Seamus?" He perked up his ears and wagged his tail in response.

"Yeah, she's not like the ladies that Daddy's brought home. She rescued me from granpa and she cares about me and Daddy. Oh! And she promised that she won't leave, so she's gonna stay at the castle forever!"

But Seamus was no longer listening to his mistress and soon fell asleep on her bed. Bessie sighed and lay down next to him. She was starting to feel sleepy as well. Besides, she wanted to spend the whole day with her mom tomorrow, and she wanted to get a head start super early.

Whoo! Finally done with chapter 3! It took much longer than I expected; sorry folks! But hey, you can't rush art, ya know? Part of this chapter was actually based on a Facebook roleplay that I did about a year ago with Andrea Churchill and Miss Sheila M. Go. Oh by the way, they both wrote fanfics based on the roleplay, so go ahead and check them out! They're really good! Also, I promise there's more on the way, so hang tight and enjoy what I've posted for now.