Chapter Three : A Risky Affair
Rose's Point of View
I was aggressively dragged back into the suite by Cal. He pushed me against the wall and began to kiss me passionately, lips probing me for a response. I tried to squirm away from his grasp, flaming hair brushing against the pale colors of the wall, fingers outstretched for a weapon, eyes wide open in shock, broad shoulders fighting for freedom. Cal pinned my hands viciously backwards, gazing into my icy eyes.
"I thought I was losing you Rose..." He was stammering now. I knew he didn't mean it at all, not one word. I gazed back at him, blinking often, and dashing my view away to focus on something else. I couldn't bear to comprehend the emotion behind his rigid eyes. I shook my head at him, astonished by the sudden mood swing. Maybe ha had been on a drinking binge, and been drunk for several days...no, he had been to cordial at dinner the other night. He could possibly be facing a mid-life crisis that was at its peak...no, he was much too young to be at that state.
"Oh, shut up Cal! You don't even care about me! But that no longer matters, because I don't love you either." He shook his heavy head at me, eyes full of despair. I raised my wrist to him, spiting him as he had me earlier, the array of blues, and blacks, and reds, stabbed at him like a spear, I could see it in his eyes. I wanted nothing more than to hurt him like he had me, and that was the worst possible way I could think of, attack his heart.
I began to walk away from him, but that was the worst possible thing I could have possibly done. Cal shot his brawny arms forward, reaching towards my head. His fingers tangled in my wavy, scarlet hair. He pulled my head back, and bashed it against the head-board of the bed. His hands still engulfed in my hair, he pointed at me and spoke.
"You don't love that white trash do you? Over me? Rose, you are better than this. Give me one reason to save yourself from me knocking some sense into you right this instant." His veins popped out of his neck and hands, his face was flustered, and his eyes rippling with both hatred and furry. I shook my head. Let the worst come to me, he can't make me love him! That unimaginable bastard. I was thinking out of rage myself, and I was surprised with myself, I was standing up to a man of this size and stature.
Cal raised his left arm up above his head, still holding me in my place. I closed my eyes, I would rather not see it coming. I could feel the sharp pain shooting all across my face, as he delivered several harsh blows to my face. His knuckles pressed into my cheeks and chin. Though my eyes were shut, I could see every feature of his hands, the coarse hair on his fingers, the rough yellow finger nails, the dry pale skin. He was groaning as he jabbed at me, putting emotion behind every swing. I felt the indents beginning to form in my face, the blood rushing under my skin to the affected areas. What kind of monster was Cal? I opened my breath taking eyes after five minutes of torture. Cal's monstrous arm stopped in mid air, slowly lowering to his side. I covered my face with my hands and scurried out into the crowded hallway, salty tears streaming down my face. The awkward faces of the first class people were watching me. Embarrassed as I was I continued on down the hall, covering my face. I ran into a man, uncovering my face I looked up and it was Jack. I grinned at him and he hugged me tightly. I felt safe in his arms and I knew Cal couldn't harm me there. Jack pulled my head up to his eye level and hunched over to examine my face. His face was full of anger and sadness at once.
"Rose, did Cal...? I could kill him!" Jacks face was tightening up, muscles pulsing through his face. I shook my head softly at him and spoke.
"Jack I'm with you and I will always want to be with you. His heart is pained enough for tonight." His eyes were confused and wondrous.
"I promise Rose, he will never hurt you again...not while I'm with you."
"Jack I love you!" I placed my lips against his and ever so slightly parted them for breath. I ran my fingers through his flaxen hair and grasped his neck. His fingers twiddled through my hair and the other hand rested on my shoulder. It was the most passionate thing I had felt on a long time. When the kiss broke, I made a proposal to him. " Jack, when this ship docks, I'm getting off with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Jack smiled and hooted loudly, breaking the silence. A giggle escaped my throat and we embraced again in a kiss that could only be shared by lovers.
"I love you to Rose." He let a wide smile escape from underneath his full lips and he entwined his fingers through mine.
We walked down the hardwood deck and smiled at the onlookers that were whispering as they went. I had forgotten all about Cal now, and I'm guessing he was probably crying in our room by now or pacing, ruing what he had done. Hopefully he would hurt himself! I regret nothing I thought of him and nothing i said to him. He was scum, maybe even lower, and should be treated as such. Jack stopped at the very front of the ship, as he held my hand, grinning.
"C'mon rose, step up. Be careful now." He instructed me. He moved his hands from my good wrist to my waist, hauling me up onto the steel bars. Once my feet were positioned correctly, he got up behind me and positioned his feet promptly behind mine, putting his hands on my waist again. I put my hands up as if I were flying in mid-air. Jack pushed his weight forward and leaned on me, placing his hands atop mine, tangling our fingers together. "Come Josephine, my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes..." He began singing the melodic little ditty in my ear, giggling all the way, making me giggle too. I loved him more than anything in that single solitary moment. Who couldn't love him with his gold and flaxen hair, molten chocolate eyes, fair freckly skin, gentle touch, and the face of an angel? One thing was for sure, he was irresistible to me.
