"You're my... what?" I said to who supposedly claimed was my mother.
"You heard what I said, dearest," she told me, putting her soothing hand on my cheek. She was exactly like a dove, so gentle and warm. How could my father have not told me that a woman like this was alive and well?
"So... if you are my mother," I said, pausing in the middle of that sentence, "...then why did you give me up?"
"I could not afford you," said my "mother", as I saw a tear drip all the way down her cheek onto the floor. I should not have mentioned anything, I should have just gone along with what she was saying. Maybe she really was my mother. There was no other explanation for our similar looks. She then burst out into a bawling session. "They took you away from me, Cora. They told me that I could not keep you, because I was on the streets and you would have starved. If I had known that this monster of a man would have taken you in, I would have--"
"Wait, are you calling my dead father a monster? Now, let's not get out of hand here... I lost my adopted mother first, and now without my favorite person in the world... How could you ever call my father a monster?" I questioned angrilly, trying not to frighten my dear mother.
"Back when I had known him, he was quite the monster," she sighed, looking at me straight in the eye. "Listen, do you want to hear a story about your father?"
"Well, if he really was some kind of monster, then sure," I told her, trying to lay down the law I had known about my father.
"Alright, well, it starts out like this," said my mother, "I'm pretty sure you already know my name is Rose? Well, my name is now Calvert, but my husband died just recently, left me with the kids and everything. My name a few years before was Rose Dawson, but my name before that, which I have never disclosed with anyone, was Rose DeWitt Bukater. Anyway--"
"Wait, hold on a second!" I said surprised. "I remember reading the list of the Titanic passengers, those who survived and died, and 'Rose DeWitt Bukater' was on the death list."
"Yes, you're right. Infact, I was on the Titanic, and I was that dead Rose DeWitt Bukater. She's dead in my heart, and those around us. The only reason why my name was Dawson afterwards was because that name belonged to the love of my life, who was named Jack Dawson... that plus I wanted to escape my family. Anyway, I thought he had died on the ship, but it turned out he didn't, so I married him. And, back to your father... he was a dreadful man back them. Infact, I was engaged to him. The moment I got engaged, I just saw my whole life right in front of me... banquets, cotillions, nothing I could ever want. One night, a night when I had tried to kill myself, I found your father, your real father, Jack Dawson, who had saved my life that night. Cal, however, despised him, and both Jack and I despised Cal back. One day, Cal practically told me I was his property, and that I should honor him as his fiancee... well, I was his fiancee."
"But dad would never use women as property! He never used my mom as it," I told my birth mother objectively.
"Maybe he changed once I left him," said my mother, again running her fingers through my long locks of red hair. "Anyways, so he really hated Jack, but he loved me. So, one day he gave me this diamond, a very rare diamond. It was called la Coeur de la Mare, or in other words, the Heart of the Ocean. He asked me to open my heart to him, but I just couldn't. I didn't love him at all. So, I left Jack one day, lied to him about my feelings for Cal, that sort of thing. But again, I saw my whole life plunging ahead of me, so I went back to him. Told him I changed my mind, and that night, the night when the Titanic hit the iceberg, I went flying with Jack. We had our very first kiss than night."
"But I don't see why I should hate my father."
"No, you should not. But I'm just telling you a tale of why I did."
"Ok, that sounds alright."
"Anyway, that very night, I asked Jack to draw a picture of me, since he was an artist. And you remember that diamond necklace? Well, I asked him to paint me wearing that... wearing only that. He graciously did that... My heart was pounding the whole time, his faced blushing, me wanting to laugh so hard that I wouldn't possibly be able to breathe. It was the most erotic moment of my life... up until then, atleast. So, Cal's crazy manservant, Mr. Lovejoy, who died on the Titanic by the way, had chased after us and led us into the luggage compartment, where we made you. We then ran up to the deck, where we kissed and kissed until we found that wretched iceberg. We didn't think of it as anything, but once we found out that it was bad, we decided to tell Cal about it.
"What Cal did to Jack was... was... well, Mr. Lovejoy slipped the Heart of the Ocean in Jack's pocket, and accused him of stealing it. It was so convincing at first that I could not even tell whether Jack was lying or not... I knew all along in my heart that he was not lying. And that father who you called daddy? He beat me for it. He slapped me right across the face."
"Well, I'm not saying you didn't deserve it, but--"
"You're saying I deserved it? If I had not done those things you would not have been born!" Rose shouted, now feeling the anger come on.
"Woah, ok... I was just about to say that it was cruel of him to do that."
"Yes, it was, my dear. Anyways, as I was saying..."
As Rose continued to say her story aloud, I found herself falling into silent tears, attempting to make a weak smile. Once my mother finished the story, I was bawling. I was finally seeing why her father tried his hardest to please me, when all along he had that arrogance inside of him that was all bottled up.
"He tried to please me, and he did," I said, "and it's no wonder he tried. He thought I would end up doing what you did... but if you had not done that, I would not have born. You'd cheat on your fiancee for someone like me?"
Rose nodded, whiping a tear away from my eye. "I'd do anything for you. I've been trying to find you for the past sixteen years, and here I have found you. In the one place I had least expected," said Rose, pulling me close to her at her chest. "This is very quick... and I have not done this in a long time. I love you, Cora."
I just stood there in my mother's arms, not knowing what to reply nor what to do. I could not say it back, I barely even knew the woman! But, I realized that I had never heard the words "I love you" in my life, not even by my late, adopted father. "Can I tell you my story now?"
"If that's what you want to do," said Rose, feeling disappointed that I did not say that I loved her back. She could not blame me, though, for I had not seen her for sixteen years of my life.
"Well, alright... It all started thirteen years ago..."
A/N So let's see... if I get 5 or more reviews, I am going to update this thing. Does that sound reasonable?
