A/N- Hey thanks for the good reviews on the first chapter, I hope you enjoy this one. I hope this will be a long story. And I'm sorry it look almost a month to update x

Jack's POV

I was fully awake now, if not exhausted by my feeble attempts to move and talk. But it didn't matter, I had seen Rose again, heard her sweet little voice. She had brought me back from the darkness and I was entirely grateful.

But I had to be a fool to not know something was going on. I opened my eyes long enough to see where Rose had gone, she had let go of my hand. The nurse and Rose were huddled into a corner of the room, and Rose had a stricken expression. She kept on darting her glances from the window to the door and I could hear her muttering to the Nurse. Something about Hockley. Who was Hockley? I scanned my memory, trying to remember all the people I had met on the Titanic. No, I didn't remember any Hockley.

But then Rose muttered another name. Cal. I remembered that name. The strong features of the tall, intimidating man that was due to marry Rose filled my mind. If I could have found the strength to gulp, I would have. But all I could do now was feel the dread bubbling up inside of me. He had come for Rose.

Rose's POV

I darted my glance back to Jack and noticed he was looking at me wistfully with his beautiful blue eyes. I rushed to his side and held his hand again.
"What's...wrong" he croaked.

"Nothing. Nothing you should worry about"
His eyes grew impatient and I looked into them reproachfully. I could tell he already knew what was wrong; his eyes had the same amount of anxiety in them as I felt. I glanced swiftly at the Nurse, who was watching us with concern. When she saw me looking, she turned for the door, her eyes questioning. I knew she was wondering what she should do, if she should pass a message on to Cal.

"Cal's here" I muttered to Jack, stroking his forehead with my fingertips, "I'm not quite sure what to do."

Jack seemed pleased I was being honest with him. He tightened his grip on my hand.
"Rose?" he asked, after a moment, and his voice was worried. I suddenly regretted what I had said to him, identifying the double meaning. Jack thought I wasn't sure whether to stay with him or leave with Cal. His face was twisted in pain and he groaned.

"I don't want to leave you" I reassured him, "I just don't know how we can escape Cal"

Jack closed his eyes, a smile forming at his lips and I smiled with him for a moment. A brief moment when everything seemed to be ok again. But it didn't last long.

I didn't notice until that moment that the nurse had left the room. She came hurriedly back in now, huffing like she had been running fast.

"He's coming up the stairs!" she told me between rasps for breath, "There are two officers with him. They say Jack is a criminal. That he stole some priceless jewel." She eyed Jack like he was a criminal and I immediately felt irritation at her quick assumption.

I heard Jack groan again. The heart of the ocean. The beautiful, blue rare diamond that Cal had snidely planted in Jack's pocket to give him an excuse for arrest, the one I had found in the pocket of the jacket Cal had given me at the sinking just a few days ago. And now, Cal was using it again. I frantically tried to remember where I had put the jacket, but I couldn't think. I practically lived in the hospital now but it wasn't here. I considered the hotel room I was staying at, but that room was practically empty. I didn't have many possessions left, a few dresses and essentials given to me by the people on the Carpathia and that was practically it.

The men's footsteps were easily identifiable now. I bit my lip, gave Jack a quick kiss on the forehead before heading out of the door, and into the brightly lit corridor. I heard Jack mumble "don't" before I quickly shut the door.

There he was, his face had a slightly smug expression, and his eyes showed no emotion when they met my fearful ones. He was wearing posh clothes as normal, and his ordeal didn't seem to have any effect on his personality. I watched his arrogant stride as he moved up the corridor, stopping just a few feet in front of me. A sadistic smile was playing on his lips as he politely bowed to me, acting out I supposed. I wasn't looking forward to being alone with him.

I didn't move an inch.

He was with two officers. One seemed confused at being in a hospital, his dark features grimacing at the dingy corridor. The other was glaring at me with accusation, he seemed almost glad that I was scared of what was going on and he, I thought, would have believed anything Cal told him.

"Rose, that's no way to greet your fiancé" Cal said, treating me as if I was a five year old girl caught doing something mischievous.

"You're not my fiancé" I told him, acid in my voice.

Cal's smile faltered, but before I could see it fade completely he turned to face the two officers behind him, "Do you mind if you leave us alone for a few minutes?"

They agreed, immediately trusting him. Fools. They entered a room at the very bottom of the hall, where the stairs were.

Cal waited until their footsteps had completely gone until he turned to me and I gasped. His expression was livid and he no longer tried to hide the anger in his eyes. I was terrified, and backed against the wall. I had never seen him like this. I remembered the way he shot at me and Jack when we tried to get away from him and I shivered in fright.

"You thought I would have been so stupid" He spat, "So stupid to assume that Rose Dawson wasn't you?"

The anger suddenly ruled over the fright and I levelled myself again, standing up straight. How I loathed him!

"I don't love you Cal" I told him spitefully, "I never did"

He made what seemed like a growl in response and grabbed my wrist in an iron-tight clasp that hurt. I winced, but he didn't care.

"Your coming with me" he said, "I don't care about your opinion. I don't care if you prefer sewage rats" I narrowed my eyes at his description of Jack, "You don't have a choice!"

I wrestled my way out of his grip. His skin was cold on my wrist, and it left an unpleasant sensation there. He was expecting this and he grabbed me again, this time by my forearms. I writhed and wriggled but he didn't let go. I felt sick when I realised he was enjoying my struggling.

"Jack is not a sewage rat" I hissed, "With him I'm happy. I'd rather die than live the rest of my life with you!"
His fist came before I was ready for it. With one swift punch at my cheekbone, he knocked me to the ground. I knelt there gasping, clutching my burning cheek.

Cal glared down at me with a satisfied look. I managed to get to my feet, and pretended the pain wasn't there. I noticed the nurse behind Cal, she had witnessed everything.

"What are you doing?" She told a livid Cal, rushing beside me to examine my cheekbone, "You should never hit a lady!"
Cal looked slightly embarrassed that she had seen him, and struggled to meet my eyes. I tried to stare him out, boring my eyes into the side of his head. He never so much as glanced my way.

"Excuse me, but I don't see why any of this is your business. This woman is my fiancée and I have just come to fetch her back to where she rightfully belongs"
The nurse looked confused, she g lanced between the two of us, at my angered face and at Cal's much more calm one. She realised he was speaking the truth and backed away from us, and walked into Jack's room again. I suddenly felt a wave of defeat; I knew I would lose this battle.

Cal had a sadistic smile on his face again. "Well, shall we?" he said, gesturing towards the door.

When I didn't budge, he sighed. "The police have been told that Mr. Dawson stole away you're..." he raised his eyebrow suggestively "...virtue while we were on the Titanic, and he will be arrested as soon as he leaves the hospital" he laughed cruelly, "if he leaves the hospital"
I gasped. Cal had told the police Jack raped me? He had been accused of stealing...and raping? I remembered back to a time when I thought I loved Cal, when I thought of him as handsome and a gentleman. I couldn't have been more wrong.

The policemen had entered the room now, and one of them roughly grabbed me by the arm, and practically dragged me towards the door.

"NO!" I screamed, "JACK!"

Cal took a needle from his pocket. "I didn't want to have to do this Rose" he told me with a smirk that made me think he did want to do it. He injected the fluid into my arm while I tried to struggle against the man's grasp. I suddenly felt drowsy, and blackness fell over me. But just before the darkness came I saw Cal look in the policeman's direction and say,
"So, don't you think a suitable punishment for Mr. Dawson would be death?"

A/N- I am so sorry I left it on a cliff hanger. I love leaving things on cliff hangers though, because it brings me more readers! Please tell me if I have poor grammar anywhere in this chapter, or if I have misspelled something.

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