This story was written by a dear friend of mine, Amanda Kathryn. Having only been a grateful reader as opposed to an author, I can assure you that this story brought tears to my eyes all three times I read it over, just due to the sheer heartfelt emotion brought into the writing of this fanfic. When Rose miraculously runs into a mysterious third-class man, she knows her life will change drastically. An overall dramatic and extremely well-thought-out piece.
It was Rose Dewittbukator's first week on Titanic, an ocean liner on it's maiden voyage to New York. The ship was massive, one of the largest seen by mans eye at the time and was said to be "unsinkable". Rose was 17 years old and was quite a proper young woman. She had marriage plans set by her mother. Her fiancé was a suitable 24 year old man with high standards, an unbelievably large sum of money and good family history. Cal met all of the standards that Rose's mother had expected. Now you would think any girl who was going to marry such a fine young man and was traveling to a large, fast moving city to spend the rest of her life in would be busting with joy. But Rose was a different kind of girl. She wanted freedom. She didn't want to live the restricted and lady like life that she was brought up with. She didn't want to marry Cal, whom she considered to be a rich snob.
It was evening by the time Rose and her mother were walking along the deck to the first class dining section of the ship. Rose was gazing out at the beautiful sunset and was barely paying attention to where she was walking when she suddenly felt her high heeled shoe come in contact with a hard boot and her face when smashing into the wooden planks of the dock. A soothing voice broke the shock of the entire situation.
"I apologize miss, I am so clumsy these days. Can I help you up?"
Rose lifted her throbbing head off of the deck to meet the eyes of a stunning sandy haired young man. His ice blue eyes gazed deep into hers, looking sorry for her and he had a true expression of apology on his face. Rose blushed at the gentlemanly gesture of his hand when he extended it out to help her. She took it and immediately she felt a bolting connection to this strange man. Her mother looked concerned, but was scolding her for not thanking the man and being so utterly silent.
"Come now, Rose, we shall be late for the first course."
"One moment mother, I must thank this kind man."
Her mother stomped ahead frustratingly and left Rose behind.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Rose Dewittbukator."
"Good evening, Rose, I'm Jack Dawson."
It was then that Rose peered down to get a good look at his dirty and faded pants and boots. She gave him an odd look before he spoke.
"I'm from the 3rd class section and I'm only waiting for one of my friends who is returning from a cabin. I'm really not supposed to be here."
"No, it's quite alright. You... you must stay. I've barely gotten to know you. My mother wants me to get acquainted with quite a few people on this ship. She says I should get out more."
Jack laughed and showed he understood. After the two of them had been talking for quite some time, Jack's friend returned but only for a brief moment to tell him he had to leave. Jack agreed to meet up with him later.
"Would you like to join me on the top deck? I just remembered that I left my sketch book sitting on a deck chair."
Rose agreed and listened to Jack explain about how he had become interested in art.
When they reached the top deck, Rose began to feel even more comfortable with this man. It turned out that they had a lot in common and he was only 3 years older than her. Rose admired the setting sun as they watched it sink lower and lower below the waves. Roses red hair was flowing down on her shoulders and blowing lightly in the wind and out of the corner of her eye she could see Jack staring at her.
"You look beautiful." He whispered.
She blushed once more. "Well, thank you." She said softly.
"Someday I shall do a drawing of you. You have wonderful features."
Rose was speechless in response to his kind words.
Before she knew it, Jack was walking towards her slowly.
"I want to show you something." He said.
"All right." Rose said, smiling gently.
He took her hand and led her to the front rail of the ship. They could see the water rushing below them and the cool mist of it was blowing up into their faces.
"Do you trust me?" He asked.
"I trust you." She said, barely concious of her surroundings. She was enchanted by the way Jack looked in the last bits of sunlight.
He took her hands and had her step up onto the rail and extend her arms out to the side with him holding them. Her eyes were closed and he was standing on the rail behind her.
"Open your eyes." He whispered again.
When she did, she felt like she was in a different world. The lavender clouds were whisking past them and the sound of the ocean was thrilling.
"Jack! I'm flying!" She breathed.
He smiled and leaned his face closer to hers. Rose turned her head and their eyes met. She could hear him breathing. His lips started to move in closer to hers. She closed her eyes again and awaited the kiss. Suddenly, she said,
"Wait, Jack. I'm engaged. I'm sorry."
He looked saddened for a moment and then snapped violently, "Not anymore, bitch!"
He whipped her around with unbelievable force and pulled her off of the railing by her shirt. He grabbed at her neck and started breathing heavily, his entire face turning red and shaking with rage. "FUCK YOU!" He screamed. He reached out and ripped off the top of her dress, sending it flying over the rail. Rose was whimpering in fear and wanted to scream but she couldn't. Everyone was in the dining hall and they were the only 2 standing on this section of the ship. By now Jack was growling and he was no longer the handsome 20 year old he had been nearly 2 minutes ago. He tore tore off part of his sleeve and gagged Rose's mouth tightly with it. Rose was trying to stop him. She was kicking and slapping him and making noises through the gag the best that she could. Jack put his hand over her face and slammed her head down against the dock to shut her up. "You are going to be fucking quiet." He said through his teeth. He took off the rest of her clothes quickly and removed his pants and his boxers. He practically leapt on top of her and started humping her like crazy. Rose was screaming, being a virgin, but there was nothing she could do. Jack was moaning out and letting swear words escape his lips on every thrust. The deck under her was covered with slippery cum and she was slowly sliding across the wood. After Jack had orgasmed 8 times, he screamed and kicked Roses head as hard as he could. Rose screeched and the gag popped off, but she was already knocked out and almost dead. Jack slipped his arms underneath her trembling body and smiled down at her. "You didn't see anything!" He said, and carried her over to the rail. Silently, gently he let her go over the freezing waters, watching her body fall down, down, into the deep blue ocean.