A/N Thanks a bunch to everyone who reviews!! ^_^ Love y'all!!
Chapter five ~ Blackmail.
True, Rosa was shocked, and she had about ten seconds to make a decision that would last a lifetime. Did she make presence known, or did she sneak away? She was about to turn and leave, her heart pounding with pity for the poor man who was to become Imogen's husband. Imogen adored Lance, or Lance's money, she would do anything to marry him, but still she could not change.
Anything. At that thought Rosa wheeled round, the scene once more greeting her eyes. What if she could use it to her advantage. If Mistress Larkson had taught her anything it was take what she wanted in life, if she dared. She stood still, gathering the courage to confront the two young lovers.
It was then she saw the man's face, it was Sir Dudley. The man Imogen lay with, old enough to be her father, was Sir Dudley.
She smiled as she entered the copse. "Sir Dudley!" She screamed.
He scrambled up from the leaf covered ground, dusting his suit in a useless attempt to clean it. She too jumped up in fright. The pair stared at Rosa open mouthed, willing her to make the first move.
But she didn't say a word. It is often said if you give a man enough rope he will hang himself. Sir Dudley did just that.
"I was just taking a work when I collided into young Miss Farmer here." He muttered, his face tingeing red.
"Do not feel you have to explain to me, Sir." Rosa replied.
"I'm not, I just don't want you to get the wrong impression."
"No Sir?" Rosa said, "Well I should be returning, Miss Dudley will be wondering where I am."
"Amelia? No Miss. . .er. . .Rosa listen you must not mention what you have seen to anybody."
"But if it was a simple accident. . ." She began, slyly.
"Some may get the wrong end of the stick."
"Very well, Sir." She said, she turned and left the scene, unsure what passed between the two lovers after she had gone.
Now the trap was set, all she had to do was collect her flies.
"Mia," she said, knocking on the door.
There was no reply, so she pushed open the door to the nursery, and slowly walked in. Mia was sitting by the window, clutching a small miniature of her mother.
Rosa put her hand on her shoulder. "Mia? Would you like to go to America?" Rosa asked.
Mia spun round, delight pouring from every inch of her face. She was about to explode with joy when Rosa raised her arm to silence her.
"I am not definite yet, but it seems likely Mia."
"Me and you?"
"Just me and you." Rosa replied. "But remember don't mention it to anyone, please darling, we have to keep this secret, or we can't go." Mia nodded. She threw the miniature on to the window seat and flung her small arms around Rosa's neck.
"Are we really going to 'Merica?"
Rose nodded, and cuddled the child. She kissed her soft hair, and fondled it gently in her slender fingers. "Just you and me." She repeated, reassuringly.
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Imogen stared at Rosa in horror. "You can't be serious?"
"I have never been more serious in my life. I want, no I need those ticket, Imogen."
"But their mine, mine and Lance's."
"Lance wouldn't want to marry a dirty trollop like you."
"How dare you!"
"You cannot play innocent with me Imogen Farmer, I saw what you were up to and with whom." Rosa said, threateningly.
"I love Lance." She said, firmly.
"And yet you lay willingly with another man? I find that hard to believe." Rosa scoffed.
"You are but a child, you have never felt love as much as I have."
"It would be impossible for someone to love as much as you have." Rosa said, coldly.
"Whatever you say, I love him, and I'm going to marry him." She persisted.
Rosa grinned. "Like I said, I doubt he'd want to marry you when he hears what you have been up to."
"You're blackmailing me."
"Blackmail is such a horrible word. Let's say we're making an agreement."
"A scheming agreement. . ."
"That will benefit both of us." Rosa finished.
She wasn't sure she was doing the right thing, in fact the burning ache in her chest told her she was taking advantage of an evil situation. Both Sir Dudley and Imogen Farmer were guilty of having relations out of marriage, and Rosa was channelling this sin to her own advantage. But she had promised to get Mia to America no matter what.
"I want those tickets, Imogen. If you love Lance as much as you say you do, give me the tickets, and walk down the aisle with him."
Imogen shook her head angrily. But she knew she had no choice. She would have to obey by Rosa's wishes.
"I give you my Titanic tickets, you leave in two days?" Imogen demanded.
Rosa nodded. "And you shall never here from me again."
Imogen nodded. She flung the tickets at Rosa, and stalked away.
Rosa cradled them close to her heart, then kissed the valuable paper. They were travelling steerage, but to Rosa she was travelling in sheer luxury.
She ran back to Dudley Manor, and grabbed Mia, flinging her round in a circle.
"Pack your bags, we're leaving."
A/N Okay so not the greatest of chapters. . .so R & R. Constructive criticism is very welcome, as long as it is CONSTRUCTIVE!! ^_^
Chapter five ~ Blackmail.
True, Rosa was shocked, and she had about ten seconds to make a decision that would last a lifetime. Did she make presence known, or did she sneak away? She was about to turn and leave, her heart pounding with pity for the poor man who was to become Imogen's husband. Imogen adored Lance, or Lance's money, she would do anything to marry him, but still she could not change.
Anything. At that thought Rosa wheeled round, the scene once more greeting her eyes. What if she could use it to her advantage. If Mistress Larkson had taught her anything it was take what she wanted in life, if she dared. She stood still, gathering the courage to confront the two young lovers.
It was then she saw the man's face, it was Sir Dudley. The man Imogen lay with, old enough to be her father, was Sir Dudley.
She smiled as she entered the copse. "Sir Dudley!" She screamed.
He scrambled up from the leaf covered ground, dusting his suit in a useless attempt to clean it. She too jumped up in fright. The pair stared at Rosa open mouthed, willing her to make the first move.
But she didn't say a word. It is often said if you give a man enough rope he will hang himself. Sir Dudley did just that.
"I was just taking a work when I collided into young Miss Farmer here." He muttered, his face tingeing red.
"Do not feel you have to explain to me, Sir." Rosa replied.
"I'm not, I just don't want you to get the wrong impression."
"No Sir?" Rosa said, "Well I should be returning, Miss Dudley will be wondering where I am."
"Amelia? No Miss. . .er. . .Rosa listen you must not mention what you have seen to anybody."
"But if it was a simple accident. . ." She began, slyly.
"Some may get the wrong end of the stick."
"Very well, Sir." She said, she turned and left the scene, unsure what passed between the two lovers after she had gone.
Now the trap was set, all she had to do was collect her flies.
"Mia," she said, knocking on the door.
There was no reply, so she pushed open the door to the nursery, and slowly walked in. Mia was sitting by the window, clutching a small miniature of her mother.
Rosa put her hand on her shoulder. "Mia? Would you like to go to America?" Rosa asked.
Mia spun round, delight pouring from every inch of her face. She was about to explode with joy when Rosa raised her arm to silence her.
"I am not definite yet, but it seems likely Mia."
"Me and you?"
"Just me and you." Rosa replied. "But remember don't mention it to anyone, please darling, we have to keep this secret, or we can't go." Mia nodded. She threw the miniature on to the window seat and flung her small arms around Rosa's neck.
"Are we really going to 'Merica?"
Rose nodded, and cuddled the child. She kissed her soft hair, and fondled it gently in her slender fingers. "Just you and me." She repeated, reassuringly.
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Imogen stared at Rosa in horror. "You can't be serious?"
"I have never been more serious in my life. I want, no I need those ticket, Imogen."
"But their mine, mine and Lance's."
"Lance wouldn't want to marry a dirty trollop like you."
"How dare you!"
"You cannot play innocent with me Imogen Farmer, I saw what you were up to and with whom." Rosa said, threateningly.
"I love Lance." She said, firmly.
"And yet you lay willingly with another man? I find that hard to believe." Rosa scoffed.
"You are but a child, you have never felt love as much as I have."
"It would be impossible for someone to love as much as you have." Rosa said, coldly.
"Whatever you say, I love him, and I'm going to marry him." She persisted.
Rosa grinned. "Like I said, I doubt he'd want to marry you when he hears what you have been up to."
"You're blackmailing me."
"Blackmail is such a horrible word. Let's say we're making an agreement."
"A scheming agreement. . ."
"That will benefit both of us." Rosa finished.
She wasn't sure she was doing the right thing, in fact the burning ache in her chest told her she was taking advantage of an evil situation. Both Sir Dudley and Imogen Farmer were guilty of having relations out of marriage, and Rosa was channelling this sin to her own advantage. But she had promised to get Mia to America no matter what.
"I want those tickets, Imogen. If you love Lance as much as you say you do, give me the tickets, and walk down the aisle with him."
Imogen shook her head angrily. But she knew she had no choice. She would have to obey by Rosa's wishes.
"I give you my Titanic tickets, you leave in two days?" Imogen demanded.
Rosa nodded. "And you shall never here from me again."
Imogen nodded. She flung the tickets at Rosa, and stalked away.
Rosa cradled them close to her heart, then kissed the valuable paper. They were travelling steerage, but to Rosa she was travelling in sheer luxury.
She ran back to Dudley Manor, and grabbed Mia, flinging her round in a circle.
"Pack your bags, we're leaving."
A/N Okay so not the greatest of chapters. . .so R & R. Constructive criticism is very welcome, as long as it is CONSTRUCTIVE!! ^_^
