Chapter 10 guuyss! I really hope there are still some people out there whonm are reading this... please review if you are I'm getting worried! ahahah, anyway, I left it on a cliffhanger last time, lets see what going to happen...

I don't own Titanic, or anything.

11.25am

Paolo bare witness to a sight he'd hope to never see. Annie was embracing another man,he had no idea whom it was but felt a great surge of anger and bolted towards them, dragging the man up by his shirt he pinned him against the wall. Surveying the scene in front of her Mary quickly averted herself from the situation.

''What do you think your doing!'' Paolo bellowed up front into the man's shocked face. He attempted to mumble some pityful excuse but Paolo dropped him before he had time to catch his breath. ''Vattene da qui bastardo!*'' he yelled slamming the cabin door sharply behind the stumbling man.

He could hear Annie crying softly in the corner of the room, he made to attempt to comfort her, he was too angry.

''Who is he?'' he asked causiously after a few moments of silence. Annie sniffled back the tears and answered croakily. ''Noone, it -'' she sniffled back the tears, ''He ... he just came in and...'' Paolo held his head into his hands. ''Why?'' At the question Annie let out a loud howl and finally let the tears fully stream down her reddened face. ''I'm so sorry'' she hiccuped attempting to retrieve for the bed as to join him. Paolo stood up instantly, he could barely look at her.

''After everything...'' he trailed off. Annie began sobbing immensely into her hands. ''Why?'' he asked again but she just shook her head. ''I ... he, I didn't know, he..please...'' He flipped. ''That is all you can say? You don't know? ... Everything everything we have been through together? What did I do? What did I do that caused you to do this?'' He bellowed frantically, Annie sobbed harder, ''Yo-you did nothing...it was me...I'm sorry.'' He sighed heavily and made for the door, deciding he didn't want to listen to her side of the story right now, it would probably be lies anyway.

''Don't leave.'' She said attempting to reach for him with a outstretched arm. He didn't turn back and swiftly shut the door.

Annie sat in the empty room, her head still a little nauseous, and her eyes red and sore, her heart racing, it was all wrong..

She had never mean't to kiss the stranger, it wasen't her fault...

Of course Paolo would never believe her...and at that thought Annie looked instantly down at the precious ring which sat so perfectly upon her wedding finger.

11.40am

Paolo having paced the deck frantically for over 10 minutes, now he lent against the side of the grand ship and gazed out to sea. He just couldn't understand why. Had she even been ill or was it just a big set up.

He grunted in annoyance, what the hell were they suppose to do now... he was aboard a ship, ready for a new life in his beloved America with the women he had thought loved him...

He decided to go to the saloon, Paolo didn't care that it was still morning, the only thing that would get the scene he had just witnessed out of his head was to drown it out with alcohol.

1.00pm

Annie hadn't moved from their bed in over an hour, her legs felt too weak to step on - what had she done? Well, ruined everything ... clearly. But she hadn't mean't too, it had all happened so quickly, she'd had no time to react when a pair of puckered lips came hurtling her way. She lay her head into her hands and sobbed quietly, what was she going to do know? Paolo would never forgive her, what decent man would? - She'd disembark this ship alone, in a foreign place, with nowhere to go.

She dragged herself from the bed and walked towards the door, fed up with feeling sorry for herself Annie decided it was time to get some fresh air, though it had only been a few hours, she couldn't wait for Paolo, sat in the dank room, alone.

The ship felt huge, its white washed walls and grimy red carpet engulfed the thin corridor, Annie passed other cabins, witnessing all sorts of senario's, 3 friends laughing and joking, an old couple, bickering about something irrelevant, the thing which tugged at her heart strings the most however was the last scene, it was a family, the wife was beautiful, long golden hair, and the husband stared at her in awe, they were accompanied by 3 small children, 2 girls and a boy, all laughing. She swallowed the growing lump in her throat and quickly rushed up onto the top deck.

Anxious she surveyed the scene around her, but there was no Paolo in sight, Annie sighed feeling a bead of sweat run down the back of her neck. Why was she so scared of seeing him, only hours ago had they cherished every moment together, oh what had she done!

The boat swirved slightly and Annie fell to the floor hitting her face upon the hard wooden deck. Her dress had torn and her cheek swelled, Annie just lay there, feeling lonely and pathetic.

After a few minutes, having recieved no help from snooty passers-by Annie hauled herself from the floor, brushed down her ruined dress and walked over to a desolate bench and sat down, this boat was meerly pleasant in comparison to the glorious Titanic, to say it was its 'sister ship' was rather an insult. Annie's mind wondered of, into thinking, what she would be doing and were she would be now if Titanic had not sank, if the iceberg had just been another part of the journey - if she and Paolo had already been living in America, what would there lives be like, surely not as they were now.

2.44pm

Paolo lent clumsily against the bar, his 9th pint sitting half empty before him. The saloon was bustling with middle-class and buisness tycoon men and women, simply chatting and laughing at the squiffy man that was drinking his life away.

A few men had offered to escort Paolo back to his cabin but thought better of it when he shoved them away. He had never ever drank so much so early in his life, but it felt great to change into another persona once in a while, just to escape reality.

''I don't think he's okay papa'' Paolo heard a small voice say behind him, he turned around unsteadily and saw a young girl sitting with her father, they looked rather posh, frankly a little too posh for the second class saloon. The man stood up and held Paolo up under his arm, ''I think thats enough for you son'' the man smiled tugging Paolo carefully out of the crowded saloon, once they were out into the corridor the man asked, ''Were's your cabin?'' Paolo'S head swooped and dived, the room was spinning and his eyes felt droopy, ''See seventree's'' The man shook his head and told his daughter to wait behind as he took the 'silly young man' back to his cabin.

They reached cabin C-17, the man, still holding Paolo up sighed and asked halfheartedly, ''This it?'' Paolo's blurry vision was no use but he was too tired to care, so simply nodded and the man let him go and retreated back to the saloon. Paolo rumaged clumsily in his pocket looking for the cabin key, he found it and attempted to unlock the door, his hands shaking and vision impaired, it failed and Paolo lent his head against the door sleepily, he tried the key again but this time dropped in onto the floor.

He felt someone appear behind him, but he had no desire to turn around, the person knelt down and picked up the key, unlocked the door and watched as Paolo walked drunkily into the airy cabin, he collapsed in a heap onto the bed, then the world went black.

Annie watched as Paolo collapsed unsteadily onto their bed. She had been suprised to see him in such a state, it had no doubt scared her slightly, the fact that she had caused this. Annie carefully kissed his forehead, and steadily left the room.

27th April 1912 - 10.14am

Paolo awoke, his head pounding and breath reaking of ale. He couldn't remember much of the past day, only one thing tore at his memory, becoming impossible to forget, Annie. He looked around the cabin, she was not in sight. He got up from the bed, only to find himself still fully clothed. He sat down back onto the bed and attempted to retract any memory of yesterday, of course he remembered the man clinging tightly onto his fiance, the image had never left his mind, thought he had tried to bury it deep.

After that however, it was all a blur, perhaps he had hit his head, but with his stinking clothes and nauseus head the reason stated otherwise. He groaned loudly, what had it all come too? This was supposed to be the beginning of a new life, not the end.

Paolo looked at the floor and imagined his brother, poor Mario, how he would help him in a sitation like this, tell him what to say, advise him on how to handle it. It was Mario who had persuaded him to propose to Annie, ''Offer her your dreams'' he had said, and - as always - Paolo had followed suit. His head snapped up as the door opened swiftly.

A causious and worried looking Annie stepped into the room, Paolo resisted the temptation to hold her close and forgive her then and there. But he mustn't; she had hurt him - but he did need the whole story.

''Are you okay?'' she asked sitting warily onto the small couch. Paolo nodded briefly attempting to avoid her eye contact. Annie sighed heavily, ''Could I explain...you know...about '' she sniffed ''yesterday?'' she pondered twidling her fingers awkwardly. Paolo knew this question was to come, and nodded carefully.

Annie composed herself and managed to catch his eye. ''I was vomiting again, and you weren't there, so I manged to get to the communal bathroom to clean myself up, on my way however, I noticed a man - he was looking as me and speaking to a young women, I smiled at them, just being friendly. However once I returned to the cabin, someone knocked on the door, at first I wasn't going to answer it, but I thought it was you and you'd forgotten your key -'' Paolo gave a small laugh but Annie dismissed it and carried on - anyway, it was the man from whom I'd seen in the corridor, I asked what he wanted and he asked whether this was the cabin of which Paolo Sandrini was occupying, I said yes and he let himself in. I thought he was a friend of yours or something so I didn't protest. He sat upon the bed and I was about to ask him to move and explain our situation when I heard you coming and was instantly engaged in a kiss from the stranger, I saw your face in the doorway and,'' tears began to well in her eyes ''and I tried to pull away but he dragged my face closer, I wanted to scream but I couldn't move, then you intervined and well, you know the rest.'' She stared regretfully at him, an escaped tear rolling silently down Annie's cheek.

Paolo concocted the sitatuation in his mind... ''How do I know that you are not lying to me?'' He asked not meeting her eye. Annie wiped her streaming eyes. ''I would never do that to you! You know that, I would never hurt you..I love you.'' Paolo sighed again running a hand through his dark hair.

''I loved you'' he mumbled. Annie let out a burst of tears at his words. ''You know I would never do such a thing, please forgive me!'' She cried into her palms, everything was so messed up. Paolo pondered on the scenario again and then realised a significant detail. ''Wait, what did the woman look like? The one you saw speaking to ... the man'' Annie's head whipped up and she answered shakily, ''Erm, I think she had blonde hair, quite small and I remembering thinking she was dressed a little too fancy.'' Paolo shook his head anxiously. Surely it could not have been a ploy...?

He shot up from the seat and swiftly left the room in search of a Miss Mary Johnson...