A/N: Hello! Another wonderful chapter for my wonderful reviewers! Big Fan, how are the songs coming along? I'm listening to "Il Mio Cuore Va" currently… God I can't stop listening to it! :D Hope you're doing well! That's to all too! :D If you read my story on FictionPress (BaconBitz1997) is my user then you'll be glad to hear I'm doing MUCH better thanks to all your reviews and Lauren! :)
Disclaimer: This is the last time I'm gonna say this 'cause it's obvious by now, I DON'T OWN TITANIC!
My sketchpad lay open on the desk. I was just staring at my father's portrait of me… It was amazing and I couldn't wait to get the chance to show my mother… But I just couldn't yet. I could… But something was holding me back. Fear? No. Was I afraid?
God, my head was starting to hurt from all this.
Later that evening, I dragged my mother out the front door. Oh yeah. I was way too excited for my own freaking good! "Will you slow down, Abigail?" my mother asked, trying to release herself from my death grip. "No!" I said. "Mom, don't you want to see Molly?" I asked. "Oh yeah… She has no idea you're my mother," I added quickly.
"What?" my mother asked. I smiled innocently but kept walking. My wrist was getting better, so It didn't hurt to pull on her arm a little. "Come on!" I urged.
We had gotten there and I wanted so badly to run across the street and show Mom that Dad was alive. But I couldn't do that… Not yet… God this was irritating!
I knocked on the front door to Molly's house. A man, looking slightly older than he really was, answered. He wore a grey suit, ready to go somewhere. "Molly! Some people are here for you!" he called. "Good evening, ladies!" he said. "If you'll excuse me…" he trailed off, walking past me.
Molly wasn't alone… So it sounded. "Come on in!" Molly called from the entry way across the room. Rose and I walked in. "How are y—," Molly stopped. She looked at mother. "This is my mother, Molly," I said. She pulled my mom in for the biggest hug the world had ever seen! I mouth the Molly, "Don't mention Jack!" Molly winked in understanding and released my mother. "It's so good to see you're alive and well!" Molly cheered.
Molly lead us into the Tea Room. There were two people there. Elders. A woman and a man. "Oh my god," my mother whispered. She stopped dead in her tracks. "I don't believe my eyes! Rose?" the elderly woman questioned. "Mother," my mom greeted, nonchalantly.
"How?" grandmother, so it seemed, said. "I was pulled from the water," my mother answered calmly. "Fourteen years… Fourteen years, Rose!" grandmother yelled. "I knew you survived. I didn't come looking for you for a reason," my mother snapped. I couldn't help but smile slightly.
"Mom?" I asked. She ignored me and just glared at her mother. "I see you've remarried," my mother observed. "I see you have married," her mother snapped. "Actually… I haven't," my mother. She never married Dad? Then how did I—Oh! I blushed slightly.
"A child before marriage?" grandmother sneered, staring at me… Glaring. "You could say that," my mother hissed. Grandmother's look of utter disgust, became one of utter horror.
She composed her facial expression as well as her body language then turned to me saying, "And may I ask your name?" I smirked. She was going to love this. Mom had always told me how her family hated my father because he was steerage. "Abigail Rose Dawson," I answered as if it meant nothing.
Grandmother almost smashed her tea cup in her hand. What a show that would've been! "Dawson? Dawson, Rose?" she snapped. My mother nodded, smirking. "Yes. Fourteen-year-old Abigail. Rose. Dawson," she said.
Molly looked uncomfortable. Who wouldn't?
"Come, Abbey," my mother snapped. "We're leaving!" my mother said. "I don't think so…" drawled a cold voice. My mother turned around to face the voice. "Cal," she greeted, smugly. Deep down I knew she feared this man. But she never faltered.
"You're married, Caledon. And you don't own me. You never have," my mother said strongly.
What the hell was going on?
"Oh, I know," Cal answered. Mom already knew we lived near Cal… he had no idea he lived near us. "And who is this?" he asked, cupping my chin. "I would appreciate it if you released me," I snapped. He removed his hand, and I sighed in anger. "With all due respect, sir, I've mentioned my name at least two times today. But since you don't know my name—although you should—I, am Abigail Rose Dawson," I answered. I saw his face drop. Anger. Oh boy.
"DAWSON?" he yelled. "What the hell is going on?" I fumed. My mother ignored my language and grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door. Cal pulled my mother back forcefully, but she didn't yell or pull away. "Why the hell did you not come to me when in New York!" he raged. He raised his arm and I knew right there he was going to hit her. I did something that took a lot of courage.
I ran in front of his blow, and took it hard, splitting my lip open. I screamed, out of pain not shock. "Abbey!" my mother cried. She pushed Cal aside, and pulled me out of the house. Cal didn't try to stop us. He'd never hit a child… he wasn't that cruel… But yet he had… He'd hit an adolescent.
"Abbey! Are you okay," my mother asked, inspecting my lip. "Mom, I'm fine! If I apply slight pressure with a napkin or something, I'll be fine!" I said.
All the neighbors had come outside to inspect the situation. I looked around for Dad. Was he out here? I didn't see him. I took off at a fast pace for his house. "Abbey!" my mother cried. I knocked on his door, praying he'd open the door this time!
He didn't.
"Open up!" I cried. No one did.
Why was he ignoring me? I knew he was home! Why wouldn't he answer? "Daddy!" I cried. "Please open up!" I sobbed.
The door handle turned, achingly slow. "Abbey?" I heard him question. I tried to push the door open, but he wouldn't have it.
"Why are you ignoring me?" I asked. "Because, Abbey. I found you when you were out in the snow. I didn't know what to do, so I brought you to Molly… I left right away because I couldn't handle the possibility you died. That I'd killed you by accident," he said. I heard his voice. He had been crying for a while. "I forgive you! That was just an accident, Dad! Nothing you could've known to happen!" I cried.
My mom was getting close to the house.
"Abbey… I think it's best your mother doesn't know I'm alive," he said sadly. He shut the door, and I stood there sobbing. Did this mean I had to continue life fatherless again?
A/N: Weeeeelllll? Haha! Let me know what you think!