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Chapter Five-Lies and Cries for help
As soon as the guests left, the whole house tensed up, Rose hated the silence, she hated everything about her life. "m-more pictures?" stuttered Cal; he turned to Ruth, who was just as angry as he was. "I didn't know about these ones," said Rose truthfully, she felt like she was on trial and heading for execution. She braced herself in case Cal decided to hit, but to her surprise he kept his cool. "Rose, sweetpea." He said in a strained voice. "This, picture of you and him on the railing, it didn't happen did it?" rose shook her head quickly, "no." she lied, fearing is she answered truthfully Cal would explode. "Good," he walked over to her slowly, "you should go to bed, you have a long day head of you." Quickly Rose rushed herself to her room, listening to the quiet voices outside that belonged to Cal and her Mother. "what are we going to do Cal?" asked Ruth, her voice desperate, "I thought he was in prison? We can't let anyone find out about his and Roses-," "I know." Cal cut her off. "look, everything is fine. Rose will soon forget about him," "never!" thought rose angrily! "and the marriage is going ahead as planned." Continued Cal, she could hear him pacing restlessly, "besides, I doubt anyone would believe the fool if he even mentioned anything about there brief, well . . ." his voice trailed off. "Don't worry Ruth." He said sharply, "everything is fine, he is out of the picture."
Molly Brown frowned as she watched young Rose across the other side of the table. Something was defiantly wrong, very wrong . . . she remembered only weeks before when she had caught Rose on the balcony, like the young girl had wanted, she had kept it a secret, but it was weighing on her conscious heavily. As soon as the rest of the guests left she decided to get Ruth alone and talk to her. "Hey Ruth dear, do ya think we could talk?" she asked quietly, leading her into an empty room. Ruth followed, somewhat slowly, before closing the door behind them. "Whatever do you want, Molly?" she said in a quiet, yet threatening voice. That however wouldn't stop Molly. "I came to talk to you about Rose. Ruth, she miserable!" for a moment Ruth's eyes maddened, she forced a laugh. "Nonsense Molly, Rose is happier than she's ever been before. Everyone knows that." Molly shook her head. "no everyone thinks that, this young Jack is who she loves." Confronted with her worst fears, Ruth looked ready to attack. "nonsense." She said firmly. "Rose is engaged to Cal, she loves Cal. And you." She pointed a finger rudely at Molly. "will bring up nothing of their silly brief affair." She shuddered as she said the word, but she looked so deadly and held Molly under such a piercing stare that for the first time in her life, Molly Brown felt intimidated and said nothing.
Jack concentrated hard on the portrait of Rose he was drawing. He had so many of them already-each one so real that he felt like he could walk into it, yet he still couldn't help but draw her. He smiled as he finished it, then flooded it carefully but quickly, for something had caught his eye. "ma'am wait!" he yelled, running after the well dressed woman, wishing he knew her name, "hey wait!" the woman swung around, but when she saw who it was, he face relaxed a bit and she said. "oh, um, hello Jack." Jack tried to stand up straighter, feeling awfully self concise of himself. "sorry to bother you." He said quietly, "but I was just wondering, did you know Rose?" he'd been thinking about it ever since he'd met her. "why yes," said the lady, she replied rather stiffly, as if it was none of his business, but yet there was a small smile on her face. "could you give her this?" he said, handing her the folded up piece of paper, "er in privet, do you think?" he didn't want Cal or Ruth to find out. Mrs. Bernard gazed the handsome but poor boy before her, and found herself somehow replying, "why yes of course."
"Rose, I'd like to talk to you in privet," Mrs. Bernard had been waiting all day for this chance. Rose glanced at Cal and her mother, she knew they wouldn't want her around Lucy Bernard after she had mentioned Jack, but they where too busy chatting away. Quickly she beckoned for Lucy to follow her into an empty corridor. "well, Rose," said Lucy, "I have something for you, from the boy, Jack." She handed out the folded piece of paper, still folded. Rose took it slowly. "Thankyou Lucy," she said, almost breathless. Lucy realised that rose wanted to be alone, and quickly turned to leave, as soon as she was gone Rose carefully unfolded the paper. On it was a stunning drawing, the best Jack had ever done. They where on the Titanic, Jack embracing her tightly, both smiling, so happy . . . Rose remembered that scene, only minutes before the ship had struck the iceberg. Above it there song was written, and below that, four simple words, yet full of so much meaning. "I love you Rose." Rose took a deep breath and held the picture against her heart, wishing it was jack instead.
Rose wrapped her shawl around her tightly as the chilly air bit at her exposed skin making her shiver all over. She knew she was going to pay dearly for what she was doing, once Cal and Mother found out, and chances where, they would. But she couldn't help herself, she had to find Jack, she just had to, she couldn't remain trapped like this any more. She searched the streets for hours, but found no sign of him, she knew know she had been out way too long, but she didn't care, she had to find Jack, she had to! Suddenly a sound caught her attention, music, familiar music. But not boring songs she had always listened to, no, it was simular to the music her and Jack had once danced to in the steerage party on the Titanic, warm and fun. She stood for a minute, gazing at the bar from where it came.
As soon as Rose opened the door and stepped inside, the whole Bar went quiet, just as the steerage party had done. Some people whispered while many others gazed at her in awe-there had never seen anyone like Rose. Soon however, the room began to get louder, till once again people where talking and laughing, and dancing to the music. Rose sat down by herself, and watched as the people danced. She began to clap to the sound of the music, smiling, really smiling for the first time in months. Suddenly a little girl came shyly towards her. "are you a princess?" she asked. Rose was reminded strongly of Cora. "No," she laughed. Half an hour later Rose was dancing with everyone else, they where all so nice and friendly, that she was accepted straight away. For a long time she danced playfully with the little girl, who's name Sarah, letting the little girl try and teach her some of the dances she knew. The only thing that could have made the night better would have been Jack.
By the time she left the bar, it was early morning. She yarned, tired, and looked around her. Jack had to be here somewhere, a few people in the bar had said they'd known him, but they hadn't been able to show her where he was.
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