The Heart Of The Ocean; April 14th 1912
Cal was standing in the doorway, glaring at her. Rose knew now that she was in serious trouble. Cal walked up and stood in front of her, his eyes full of anger and hatred for Jack. Not knowing what to do or how to control himself, he back-handed her across the face.
Rose felt her left cheek stinging with intense, burning pain. She hated Cal, she hated him with everything she had. All she wanted to do was leave him and be with Jack, but it wasn't that simple. As much as she hated Caledon Hockley, her fear of him was far stronger.
"Little slut aren't you?" he sneered, accidentally spraying a little spit on her. Oh Cal I hate you so much, Rose thought. But she didn't dare say it. Cal had figured out that she was with Jack again, and that he had drawn her naked. Then when they got back to her cabin Jack was arrested because Cal and Lovejoy accused him of stealing the Heart Of The Ocean necklace.
Rose couldn't believe that Jack would steal from her, he had begged her to believe him that he didn't steal it but he had also stolen a jacket. He claimed he was going to return it but Rose didn't know what to believe. She loved him but could she really trust him after all? Or was he playing her for her money the entire time? Was she really better off with evil, despicable, Cal, whom she hated so much?
She desperately tried to convince herself that Jack was innocent. After a few moments she realized something. Even if Jack did steal the necklace, even if he was a lying thief, he treated her a thousand times better than Cal ever had. She questioned herself if she really cared what Jack may or may not have done, she loved him and that she knew for certain.
Rose knew what she had to do, all her life she strived and fought for her independance. And now, she was letting Cal completely strip her of her dignity which had taken her so much time to build up. No, Rose was not going to let Cal step on her anymore. She refused to be his arm candy and stupid, little, princess who couldn't think for herself.
Rose knew she had her own feelings, dreams, and desires. As much as she feared Cal, she knew what she had to do. She decided to believe Jack, why would he lie to her? What gave her the right to say he was guilty? She had no proof, but she remembered Jack saying Lovejoy planted it on him. That was something she definitely believed.
She turned to face Cal, "On what grounds are you allowed to slap me like that?" she asked, her voice full of hatred and sarcasm. Cal stiffened with anger, "Excuse me?" he asked angrily. "Oh no Mr. Hockley, I believe you heard what I said." Rose replied in a sarcastically sweet tone.
Cal's face reddened. Rose stood up as straight as she could and took a deep breath. "I don't love you Cal, I never did. Quite frankly, I think you are the most obnoxiously rude jerk on the face of the planet, I don't care about this stupid arrangement, I'm leaving you!" she said.
"What? To go back to that filthy steerage rat Dawson? The thief?" Cal asked with a smirk across his face. "I know you had Lovejoy put it in his pocket, Jack wouldn't steal from me, he loves me and I love him." Rose said.
Cal chuckled "Oh how could you possibly love him when I could give you anything and everything you could possibly want?" Rose smiled sweetly "That's true Cal, you could give me anything and everything I could possibly want...except for one thing." Cal scoffed "And what's that?" Rose looked deep into his cold, brown eyes. "Happiness." she replied with an emotionless expression.
She brushed past him towards the door. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Cal shouted. "To get what I want." She said walking out the door. "You can't do that...I simply won't allow it!" Cal yelled. Rose turned around "See that's where your wrong Cal, you don't own me, I can do whatever I want and you aren't going to stop me." she said.
Rose went into her room and grabbed a few of her many belongings and put them into a small suitcase, then she walked out. Cal was fuming, she'll be back, he told himself.
