A/N. This is the rewrite of my old story 'Rich Life'. I'm always disappointed with my stories, I try to do my best but never seems to happen. I even think of quiting writing. Anyways, I'll see if this one is good and I'll see.

A Rich Dawson

By RoseWeasleyDawsonPevensie

14th July 1912

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

She didn't know what to do. This wasn't keeping a promise. Keeping her promise to her love meant leaving that horrible life. Forget about this pathetic excuse of man and yet she was marrying him only in ten minutes. Ten minutes left as a free woman. Free. Not even as a child she wasn't free. Now she would be a slave, for a man who actually tried to kill her.

Rose stared at the reflection at the elegant mirror. Her makeup was perfect, her hair were arrayed in an elegant bun and around her white neck sat the Heart of the Ocean. The guests would watch in awe the precious jewelry that could actually feed a lot of poor countries. The reception itself costed a lot and all this food could go in people who were hungry and hadn't a roof over their head. But all these rich snobs didn't care at all about the poverty around them.

Cal was supposed to be the real gentleman. Society thought he was a fine man, doing his job properly. Hockley Steel was a large business with over of one hundred workers, working tirelessly to earn a few dollars while Cal was counting his millions on his office, not caring about his workers who had children and their salary couldn't even afford good shoes.

It was overwhelming to think how much desire she had to one man; whom she knew only three days, three days but what days. Jack taught her how real love is, that money can't buy happiness unless having material things is happiness- like her mother believes- and that she shouldn't give a damn about society. She had seen many people have ignoring the gossips, widow Madeleine Astor, her old friend Elizabeth Tearson who left first-class to go and become a doctor in Africa.

All these were- as her mother strongly said- poor excuses of people, doing jobs or marrying people they weren't supposed to, that society rules must be followed strongly. Cal and his parents Nathan and Louise Hockley strongly agreed and expressed their happiness at how lucky they were finding a good girl for their son, not knowing what had really happened on the Titanic.

The engagement ring on her finger became heavier as the time for the ceremony was coming close. She opened a bit of the red heavy curtain to look at the emotion going on in the garden. Her mother was chatting with the Matthew and Annabelle Larisson, the couple living next to their house. Cal was talking with his father, probably about the business that was going to be his after the wedding. Behind the smiling faces, however, Rose sensed a kind of seethed curiosity, a whispering of speculation, gathering of resolve to the couple who survived the great sinking.

The last guests who came were six women and Rose recognized some of her father's old clients along with their wives. Rose's nerves twitched at the thought of her father, how isolated she felt from him and the desperate sobs at her room after his daily scolds at her.

"Act like a proper lady Rose and not like a vulgar woman who turns in a prostitute at the end"

Rose felt her stomach sink as she thought of the upcoming night. She would have to give him what she gave to Jack, let him assault her over and over again without the right to stop him. She wished she could find a way to prevent this from happening. These decorations and all these money meant nothing to her, the only thing that would be precious to her is love. Love is what she felt aboard, when she kissed Jack, when they danced together, when they were running away from Lovejoy...All these were now memories and her happiness was soon replaced with pure misery and pain.

She could run away right now. She would prove to herself that she was capable of supporting herself and not having to be with a man she hated. She would take revenge on her mother for the loveless childhood and adolescence, and Cal for... for everything.

She had to act fast. Opening the closet she pulled a brown handbag and a jar with money that only Rose knew of its existence. It was the money she had carefully put inside over the years in case something happens. She wanted to take the Heart of the Ocean, this necklace brought back so many memories that she needed safe. She put it inside her diary and put it inside her handbag along with a pen.

Changing in a comfortable dress (but unfortunately still wearing her corset) she quickly laced her shoes and put another pair in the bag. She threw inside some jewelry she owned in case she lose her money. Untying her hair, she opened the door and looked around no one.

Going to the servants' side of house, she opened the back door and looking if there's anyone out there, she started running. Opening the other door that lead to the road she laughed to herself as she started running.

Within ten minutes she had approached the Philadelphia train station. Breathing heavily she pulled money off the bag and went to look at the available trains.

"New York City, Minneapolis, Boston..." she murmured as she watched the names. She had to hurry. Her mother and Cal would have sure noticed that she was missing and went in search of her.

"A ticket to Boston, Massachusetts please" she said politely.

"The train leaves in five minutes Miss. You better hurry" the grumpy man said. Nodding, Rose hurried inside the train and sat down. She had done it.