Author's Note: All I have to say is don't work for Jamba Juice...if you break the blenders...you work major overtime. TWO CHAPTERS!
The sun was setting over the Atlantic, causing the water to sparkle endlessly. I sat on a deck chair, blanket over my legs. I'd shooed several stewards away, denying warm broth or cider. I didn't want anything. All I could think about was what was going to happen once we reached New York. How I could go on. I know it sounds dramatic, but Harry was my first everything.
I was in love with Harold Lowe. And as usual, my happiness and free will was crushed by my brother. Could I love my fiancé? Would I be able to go back to the frigid lifestyle that I had been leading after this?
"Margaret?" I looked up to see Officer Lightoller standing beside me, hands behind his back, expression angry.
"Oh…hello" I replied softly, moving my gaze off of him. I heard him sit down beside me on a deck chair.
"I don't want to be rude…but Harry is one of my best mates, I can't let anyone hurt him like you have." he said angrily. I felt the tears coming; I refused to meet his gaze.
"Why did you do it? Just to use him? For a one time fling? Wanted to see what someone below you felt like?" he asked heatedly.
"He isn't below me!" I snapped, wiping under my eyes, "I didn't use him…and I didn't and don't want it to be a one time fling."
I glanced over at him; Lightoller looked stunned, obviously not expecting that. He blinked a few times trying to register it, taking his hat off and holding it in his hands.
"Then why did you tell him what you did?"
"I'm not allowed to love. My brother, Cal found out about Harry and I. He forbids me from ever seeing him again."
"But if you love him just ignore your brother!"
I shook my head, pushing up my sleeve, "I can't ignore him. Every time I try he pulls me back…literally."
Lightoller gaped at the dark, ugly bruises that covered my arms. He stretched out, lightly touching my arm. I winced as pain shot through my arm, he pulled away quickly.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean-'' I waved him off, pulling off the blanket and standing up. Lightoller stood up, putting his hat back on.
He stood there awkwardly, "What should I tell Harry?"
I shrugged, and then thought a moment, "Nothing. If he tries to come near me Cal will kill him.''
I started towards the library but turned around, catching Lightoller's eye, "But thanks for the talk I suppose…just don't tell him…please."