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"I believe that friends are quiet angels who sit on our shoulders and lift our wings when we forget how to fly."
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A Whole New Life
Chapter 13
"Jack, hurry up in the bathroom! Cassie said 8 o'clock!" Rose hollered, slipping her silver bangle over her right arm. She heard a clatter coming from their ensuite bathroom, and she smiled knowingly as he cursed under his breath. Terrence Hangar and his wife Cassidy had invited them out to dinner at their local restaurant, as a celebration of the end of Jack's first week at Brown&Co. It was now 7:30, and they had exactly half an hour to undergo a journey that would take an hour. He had been in the bathroom for three hours; and Rose had only been in there for twenty-five minutes. He was worse than her Mother, and Ruth took so much time on multiple occasions the locksmith had been called to break in to the bathroom to see if she had collapsed. The female locksmith, of course.
"Jack, please hurry up! It'll already be so humiliating having to walk in half an hour la-" she cut herself off as Jack opened the door to the bathroom and emerged. He was wearing a white shirt with his suspenders freshly washed and now a pleasant cream colour, unlike the horrible mud colour they had once been. He wore his black suit jacket over it, which sparkled with cleanliness. His bow tie was untied around his neck and he looked at rose helplessly. For a minute she was stunned. His hair was perfectly combed, and his face was clean, with not an inch of dirt on it. He looked like a gentleman, one to be admired. A far cry from reality. It was Saturday, and tomorrow, they would be married. They had settled for their church wedding, with Jack in one of Mr. Brown's suits and Rose in the dress she had arrived in New York in; the green number which she knew in her heart was an inappropriate choice, but she really had no choice. The rings had been the biggest surprise Rose had ever encountered; even more so than when Ruth had announced that she was to marry Cal. They had been in the jewelers down the street, run by Mr. Branson, one of their neighbors. The prices attached to the tiny pieces of silver had almost given Jack a hernia, and Branson had smiled at them sympathetically, and that had made Rose's blood boil; and it was the only time that her temper lived up to the stereotypes set by her flaming red hair. Jack had pulled her out of there before she could tell Branson where to stuff his rings. He took her to Carla's Café
FLASHBACK
"Rose..I know you really want a ring.." Rose glared at him, still livid from the sympathetic looks Branson had given her. Stuck up bastard-she had gotten that look constantly over her childhood, and now that she had moved on, she refused to accept it any longer
"Jack, I am not buying a ring from Branson-" Jack placed his hand over hers and she felt a familiar calm flow over her and she exhaled, and as if it was a cloud, her anger puffed away, as if it was a child in a tantrum
"I know, I know. I don't wanna' buy your ring from him either. How about..this" with the final word, from his pocket he pulled a piece of string, and on it hung two wedding bands. Rose's eyes almost popped out of her skull. The first one was silver, and as she turned it over in her palm, and on the inside was the patter of a star. Inscribed were initials, LD and in the gold one, which had an identical pattern going in the opposite direction, with the initials JD on it. Rose looked up at Jack, who had a sad expression on his face, and his eyes were shiny with unshed tears. He smiled bravely at her
"My parents. Their names were Lily and Jake, see? LD; Lillian Dawson, and JD-Jacob Dawson. They were my parents' rings; the only thing they left me that my Gramma didn't take. She said it was my Mom's fault her son was dead."
Rose was still shell-shocked, but she managed to choke out the words that were going through her mind, racing as if in a marathon to escape, not to be led, but running desperately.
"H..how did they die?" Jack looked away, half in embarrassment, half in sadness
"Car accident. They had been on their way home from my parent-teacher conference." His eyes sparkled once again, all past light gone from them, leaving nothing but hollowness. Rose gripped his hand, and as he looked at her, she smiled reassuringly, and slowly, took the silver band and placed it on her ring finger. Jack didn't stop staring at her, so Rose raised their entwined hands to her lips and kissed them softly. Jack's face cleared of all past nostalgia, and once again; he was at peace.
Rose had never even heard of anything so romantic. Jack had given her the rings that his parents, although their lives had ended tragically (which was ironic; seeing as their son's nearly did also), the rings had been a promise to spend an eternity with each other. Lily and Jacob had been together since they were 12; and Jack had been their only surviving child, and he had gone on to tell her that he had once asked his Mother a difficult question, which resulted in a promise.
~*Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin, 1899*~
"Mommy, you and Daddy love me, right?" Lily raised an eyebrow as she rubbed carbonic soap into Jack's tangled blond locks.
"Of course, honey. Why do you ask?" her six year old fiddled with his toy boat, which had been floating absentmindedly across the vast ocean of the Dawson's bathtub. He made it stay still, and it wobbled uneasily
"Mommy, what would happen if you and Daddy left me?" Lily's heart lurched. He was bound to ask questions like that someday; her little boy was like his Father; they both like to be prepared for a moment of crisis. He had inherited this from Jake, and it hadn't helped that he'd gotten his paternal grandmother's stubbornness and insubordinate tendencies also. She sighed and carried on scrubbing, causing him to slightly flinch in pain, and then wince as the citric soap was oozing into the scrapes that playing soccer had left on his neck. He looked up at her in confusion and she kissed his forehead
"You'll never really ever be alone, baby. As long as you have me and your Dad's rings, we will never leave you." Jack smiled and nodded, naïvely happy with this response. He sat still as a statue and Lily laughed as he told her about something he'd learned in school. In the bathtub, his toy boat sank slowly to the bottom of the almost grey, murky abyss, and from the back of their garden, where train tracks were laid, a shrill, scream like whistle sounded.
And she had kept her promise. Lily and Jacob's rings had been attached to a string, which was tied onto his belt hook. She hadn't noticed it before; and now she felt ever so inconsiderate. She had completely ignored the fact that Jack's parents had died. Why should she take notice? Parents being dead, literally or figuratively was completely normal to her. Why would she dig into his back story? Now she thought about it, however; she could tell that he was a man who had never fully gotten over losing them. She would ask, after all; Lily and Jake would be her late parents-in-law tomorrow, no matter how morbid it seemed.
Back in reality, Jack bowed to her and she giggled, curtsying gracefully. He took his hand in hers and placed his other hand on her waist, and she mimicked these actions, only placing her and on his back as they waltzed across their bedroom. Rose had to bite back hysterical laughter as Jack mimicked 'Wedding March'-one of the songs played by the orchestra on the ship. She bit down on her lip. Would she ever escape the torture of that night? Thinking for almost a day that her beloved was gone? She had escaped Ruth, Cal, Lovejoy, even her dear Nanny Rebecca and her new maid Trudy; Rebecca's niece. She'd no doubt Ruth was in her tearoom right this second begging Cal to still pay her for her daughter's hand in marriage. Her Mother was a leech. She cared more about where the next dollar was coming from so much she sometimes forgot she even had a daughter. Had she noticed her, she would have realised the feeling was reciprocated. Jack sensed her apprehension, and removed his hand from her waist and used it to tilt her head up carefully, smiling as his eyes met hers
"Hey, honey. You OK?" she bit her lip, then smiled up at him and nodded, gripping his hand and leading him toward the door. How could she tell him? They were getting married the next day! He didn't need to worry about what had happened with Cal and Ruth..
No. She wouldn't tell him. She loved him too much to worry him. In any case; her Mother had always told her that they were women; and life was never fair.
*-Maurizio's Pizzeria-*
"Rosie! Jack! How great for you to finally come!" Terrence boomed, standing up from the table where he sat with Cassie next to him, a slightly amused expression bouncing round her slight features. She was cat like, loyal but careful; whereas Terrence was like a puppy; bouncing, loud and loving. The two together were a match made in heaven; Terry calmed down die to his wife's calm disposition, and in turn Cassie was much more outgoing than she had once been. Jack shook his friend's hand and Rose smiled at them both; suddenly feeling shy. She had been to dinners before; but never with friends of hers. Ruth had ordered her to a gala or picnic at a Polo match and Rebecca had literally had to hold her down to get her corset on; especially when she was 9, and her Father had just died. She had been going through the rebellious teenager phase then, she supposed. Cassie, on the other hand, looked like she could do no wrong, at first glance; but like her husband, her eyes sparkled with mischievousness. Her hair was short, only up to about her shoulders, and was shiny and fluffy, a dirty blond colour. Her grey eyes stood out, however as it was a contrast for such a bright colour hair and a dull coloured eye. It was like her eyes were a vortex. Cassie noticed Rose was sizing her up and looked away, embarrassed. They sat down opposite them, Jack and Terry chatting amicably, and Cassie peering inside her black purse, and pulling out a tiny, green covered mirror
"So..do you and Terry have children?" Rose ventured. Cassie snapped the mirror shut and placed it back in her purse, before looking up and smiling at her
"Yes, we do. We have three, two boys and a girl." she smiled delightedly
"Oh, that's lovely. What are their names?"
"Paul, Michael and Ruby. And because I know you're going to ask, Paul is 19, Mike's 12, and Ruby's 8." she smiled warmly, and if Rose had been unsure if whether or not she was slightly annoyed at the predictability of questions. Was that what Cassie's life was? Just a monogamous series of tedious questions about her children? Had she lost all personality since her children had been born? It was well known that in this day and age, men were breadwinners, whereas women were Mothers and homemakers. The lost look in Cassie's eyes behind the glint would insinuate that Rose's guess was correct.
"Is your oldest..." Cassie's smile grew broader
"Working? Yeah. He's a miner. Lives in Brooklyn with Terrence's Mom, Gale." Rose decided to be quiet. She didn't know what else to talk to Cassie about. The men were talking about work, and laughed as they spoke about Andrew Holder's attitude. Cassie rolled her eyes and then smirked at Rose, looking sheepish and slightly irritated
"That's all Terry talks about now. Andrew Holder this..Andrew Holder than..Andrew is such an asshole..Andrew..Andrew..Andrew... If I didn't know better, I'd say he loved the guy!" Terry put his arm round his wife lovingly as he chuckled, and she immediately looked up at him, good humor radiating
"He wishes. Nah, I've been in with my girl for around 21 years." his petite wife looked momentarily annoyed
"How many times? My name is Cassidy, not 'my girl'. How would you like it, if I started calling you 'the thing with the dick, huh?' Terry laughed so hard the table started to shake, and Jack laughed too, maybe not as hard; but certainly enough for Rose to gather that whatever Cassie had meant to say; it was obviously extraordinarily funny. She knew what she had meant by...that work beginning with a D; but she had always been taught that for starters, ladies positively do NOT curse, as it was petulant and juvenile and horrendous etiquette, secondly, crude jokes were NOT funny; and that they should stay in third class with the filth, and finally; that laughing so loud your sides hurt was disgraceful behavior. Rose remembered the last time she'd laughed that hard
~*Philadelphia, 1903*~
Rose giggled as she chased after her best friend, Master James Cameran as she broke through the remains of the forest, well-more jungle like foliage at the back of her garden; which led into the field behind it. There was a gap in their large wall, and James slipped through it deftly, and without a moment's hesitation; Rose lifted her hem and petticoat and chased after him, kicking off her shoes and leaving them behind the hole in her garden. They laughed raucously as they raced through the long stems of grain, and for a moment, Rose couldn't hear James anymore. She froze, and looked round her. Nothing. She quickly became nervous and thought she should escape the long stems, which seemed to be bent double against the sky. She jumped up, but they were too high. It was almost an ocean of grain. She looked around wearily, and suddenly she felt someone jump on her from behind and she squealed, then laughed hysterically as she looked up and saw it was James, who had gotten the short end of the stick-landing face flat in some mud. As he yanked his head from the soft mud she laughed even harder; as he looked like he was wearing a face mask. They stood up, and Rose looked down in horror. Her baby blue dress with a white frilly collar that her Mother had bought was ruined; caked in mushy, gooey, drippy mud and hardened clay. To top it all off; the farmer who owned the land used manure. James giggled and held his nose in symmetry with Rose and said jokingly
"Pe-ew! You smell awful, Rosie." she felt sickness overcome her. What would her Mother say? She looked up at James for comfort, but she burst into laughter again as she saw him biting back a laugh of his own. Her Mother had bought her the dress for her 8th birthday; and secretly Rose loathed the thing. Too thin and showy for her taste. Her maid, Rebecca; who she secretly preferred to her own Mother had brought her some of her son's old dungarees so she could go out and 'get messy'. Of course she couldn't tell her Mother that; any gifts from third class people were 'disgusting', 'used' and 'covered in fleas'-however; the dungarees smelt of a pleasant violet soap Rebecca used and were perfect for her adventures with James. She wasn't wearing them today, however, because her Mother had James's parents over; and she was expected to act as a lady does. She just couldn't stop laughing, so hard she had to sit down in the cushiony like mud. She stopped abruptly, however; as did James as she felt a hand grab her wrist and yank her to her feet so hard her bones clicked. She cried out in agony and looked up at the perpetrator, only to be horrified to see none other than Ruth, her Mother
"Rosalie! How dare you leave the house and wander into these fields! Your dress is filthy! Do you realise that now you will never see James again? I will not have him leading you onto the wrong path!" Rose burst into tears as Ruth dragged her away, only looking back to see James staring after her sadly. Slowly he put his hand up and waved, mouthing 'bye', slowly, symmetrically; she copied. Ruth was yelling about how her Father was sick in bed and how she was going to fire Rebecca for being such a bad influence. All Rose could think about was how good laughing like that felt, and how she would never ever see James again.
*~Maurizio's Pizzeria~*
Ruth had been true to her word. James and his family never ever came round again. Timothy, James's Father had been her Father's closest friend; and her Father was horrified from his deathbed that Ruth had refused to let him visit; to say goodbye. He'd died with the last having thing he'd said to him being:
'Jesus, Tim. What's your boy done now?' he'd been gutted to never see him again; and now knowing what it felt like having to leave suddenly and leaving things unresolved; she completely empathized with what Henry had gone through...partly. She could only imagine the pain (and she hoped she would never have to) of cancer. It had eaten him alive; and left her bereft. Who would love her now that Rebecca had been fired and her beloved Daddy was dead? He'd left her! Alone with her witch of a Mother. She'd once called Ruth a witch; and had earned a slap. That was the day after she told Rose she would marry Caledon Hockley, Nathan Hockley's thirty year old soon by the year's end. True enough she had withheld the wedding for an extra three years; but Ruth had known from the beginning she would not ever be getting married at fourteen to a near middle aged man. He was only three years younger than her Mother and four younger than her Father! It was sickening, like she was an object to be traded at will, and all that her Mother had to say was jump and she'd ask 'How high?' she looked up and her new legion of friends, who were looking at her too, puzzled expressions on their faces as they saw that she wasn't laughing. Cassie looked more thoughtful than the men, and when Rose looked down in humiliation, she squeezed her husband's arm. Terry looked at her, confused, and with a quick jerk of her head, Cassie gestured to Rose, then shook her head. Raising an eyebrow, he nodded; and picked up his menu and perused it. There was an awkward silence. In that time, the pair was completely alone with their thoughts; and both decided what they would eat-Rose the Milanese Salad, Jack and Terry some form of foreign dish with meat and fish. Cassie; however-shocked everyone except her husband, but ordering a pepperoni pizza and finishing it within 5 minutes! The younger couple stared at her in awe; their mouths open as if they had been wrenched open. As Terry laughed and his wife smirked proudly, they closed them-blushing furiously. The group of friends laughed amicably, and Rose caught Jack's glance, and they smiled lovingly at each other, like everything was OK.
Meanwhile…
The man rushed round the bedroom, ripping open a draw in the mahogany bedside table. The owner of the house had rented it to some friends of hers she had met on Titanic; and they were at dinner, right on time, too. They hadn't known that their clocks had been set forward half an hour. They needed extra time, you see to find what their…employer needed. The man snarled in fury from beneath his hooded jacket, and he kicked a pillow out of the way. He had tipped the house upside down; yet there was absolutely nothing to prove that the woman was the red headed vixen that their employer was engaged to, or rather was. A smug smile escaped the man's lips as he flicked through some papers. The name headed was Derrick William Brown. Nothing, absolutely nothing to do with a Rose DeWitt-Bukater. A sharp knock sounded at the window; and the man spun round. He instantly skulked over to behind the overturned wardrobe, and got a silver .45 calibre handgun. Engraved were the letters 'DM'; Daniel Martin. Daniel edged toward the window, and with a sharp shove, it flew open; almost hitting that weasel, Andrew Holder in the face. He was disappointed that it didn't.
"What do you want, Holder?" Andrew coughed awkwardly and he looked down at the ground, avoiding the man's judgmental glare.
"M..Mr. Hockley said we should be looking for a necklace. A blue diamond necklace." Daniel nodded. He knew of the necklace; Nathan had bought it for his son a few months ago to give to his wife-to-be, and he had scoffed in amusement as Cal told him miserably that he'd left the thing in Rose's pocket. I mean; a $250 million dollar necklace left to be in the cold Atlantic Ocean and with a woman who would never love him. Another prime example of Cal's stupidity. Nathan had simply sighed and poured another whisky as he found out. Dan Martin wasn't just anyone; Dan Martin was once Daniel Hockley; until his Mom decided she wanted to raise him again. Laura had been a mistress of Nathan; and when she had gotten pregnant, he paid he to let him raise their son secretly. If he was going to have an illegitimate son; he was going to raise him. Not a lot of good it did, though. Dan was thirty one years old and the best hitman in the western side of the country... He dug in the drawers again, rummaging through the vast amounts of jewelry Brown's overweight wife had. Nothing. He would find it; he had to. Cal was paying him ten thousand dollars to track and retain Rose. Nathan had told him to find her or don't bother ever going back to Philadelphia ever again.
Once again; he was overshadowed by the brother he loathed.
-Line here-
"So, Rosie. Tell us about ya' wedding dress." Terry smiled, sipping a coffee. Cassie looked up in interest, and Rose and Jack looked edgy almost immediately. Rose looked at the table with a sudden newfound interest, and Jack bit his lip
"Well…we haven't got Rose a dress. She's going to wear the one she has left over from when she was at her Mom's." Of course they hadn't told the Hangar's about Titanic, or Rose's old life or even Jacks. As far as they were concerned; the pair were just a normal couple who had just moved into the area. Terry raised an eyebrow and Cassie's mouth dropped open; however she maintained her self respect and closed it, before leaning forward and asking curiously
"You don't have a wedding dress?" she shook her head. Why was this such an issue to Cassie? She was the one getting married.
"No. Anyway, I don't see the point." Terry whistled and shook his head, grinning
"Ooh, you've done it now." Indeed, Cassie's face was like thunder, and Rose shrunk away; almost afraid of the woman. How could she go from cool and calm in one second, to livid in about three seconds?
"Don't..see..the..point? How can you not see the point to a wedding dress? It's the most important part of a wedding!" Terry put his arm round his wife and said calmly
"Ssh, Cass. She knows not what she says, honey," Cassie relaxed and blushed furiously as she realised how close she had subconsciously come to ripping Rose's eyeballs out with spoon. Jack had a look of amusement on his perfect features, and he gripped Rose's hand, trying to calm her. She hated such violence, especially from a friend.
"Cassie's a seamstress. She made her own wedding dress. It's kinda' a big thing to her." Terry explained calmly, as his wife smiled shyly. She really hadn't meant to get so het up so quickly; it was just that getting married was such a big deal to her. She had known Terry for 7 years; and had been overjoyed when he'd proposed. Not that she'd tell him that. His ego was already big enough. An idea suddenly occurred to her, one so brilliant she was surprised it hadn't come from her husband, the rational thinker.
"Rose, would you like me to make you your wedding dress?" the young woman looked taken aback and once again, exchanged a glance with Jack.
"Cass, we're getting married tomorrow. There's no time. Thanks anyway-"
"Alright then let me give you one of the dresses I've already made. Please." Cassie was begging, and looking over at Terry, who smiled at nodded at the waiter to bring over the check, and stubbing out his cigarette
Hangar Home
"Oh, Cass. It's beautiful. Really, are you sure? I'm fine with not ha-" she stopped as she looked up from where she was holding the beautiful long dress against her slim figure. Cassie's expression was like thunder
"Rose don't you dare finishing that sentence. Now. It looks a little young. How about tonight I take your measurements and tomorrow I swing on by and give it to ya'? Terry will bring Jack here and they can get ready with the kids. They are still invited right?" Rose nodded vigorously, but bit her lip as Cassie picked up a floral print basket, opened it, got out some pins and went down on her knees.
"Cassidy," Rose whispered, looking in the mirror. Cassie looked up in irritation at the use of her full name, something only her Mother was barely allowed to do. The younger woman bit her lip again nervously and looked down at her, ignoring the pins sticking out of her mouth at a weird angle.
"This really is too much." She rolled her eyes and continued sticking the dress, muttering under her breath, before saying
"At least this way, I don't have to buy you guys a ficus or something. Just smile and thank me, Rose." She didn't even look up, so she didn't see Rose do just that. A small dark haired girl appeared at the door sucking her thumb. It made a popping noise as she removed it and said brightly
"Mommy, she looks so pretty!" again, calm Cassie didn't look away from her work
"Ruby, I told your brother to have you in bed by 9. Why are you still up?" Rose smiled as she saw Ruby go pink, and run away as fast as she could.
The dress really was something. It was obviously white, as was traditional. The main dress itself was plain, but contoured around her waist, and flaunted her figure. The top cut off at the top of her bosom, and started with a lace almost cardigan round her shoulders. The back showed off her shapely back, and it zipped up at the back. She was confident that Cassie had created one of the most beautifully understated dresses she had ever seen. Understated, though it was; it was breathtakingly beautiful.
As they returned home, Jack kissed Rose under the star and moonlight. Both with filled stomachs and ripe with excitement, they entered their home; only to stop short as they heard cracking glass and something fall. Rose shrieked and Jack flicked a match against the door frame and lit the lamp, and together, they surveyed the wreckage that was their new home.
"Well? Did you find anything?" Cal asked, tapping his foot and lighting a cigarette. Dan rolled his eyes and dug his hand in his pocket
"Impatient tonight, Caledon. Or is it anxious? Scared we didn't find any trace of your girl? Or ex girl." he smiled, and Cal snarled ferally and held out his hand. Dan dropped the guilty item into his open palm, and immediataly the jewel sparkled in the moonlight, creating a blue rainbow in the dark night, leading back to Rancho Santa Margherita. Cal smiled as he closed his palm round it
"Finally."
A/N: DUN DUN DUN! Cal knows it's Rose! What will he do? Wedding next time-get your invitations ready! Just for shits and giggles, we're going to have a competition.
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A WHOLE NEW LIFE WILL BE GOING ON HIATUS.
We're in Year 11&12 (Sophomore and Junior) so we're at a very important stage in our educations and that means exams (BOOO!) and unfortunately, that takes precedence. Our exams finish the 26th June; and although we may not upload; we'll be writing whenever we have the time-so by then there should be a chapter ready for you. The hiatus begins after the wedding-so perhaps during that time you can read TitanicLover91 and GraciiRoseDawson (Blue Eyed Artist's Girl)'s stories? We recommend them (TitanicLover's just starting out and Gracii's are just…wow. We'll see you at the wedding; and yes, Hermya; everyone is invited :D
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