Jacks POV
The men came through the door with armed weapons on them, I could see in the back there was a familiar face staring at me, a wide smirk on his cheeks and his arms were crossed, I was about to yell at Rose to run, then everything went hazy, soon Rose was just part of the blackness I'd fallen into.
I'd open my eyes to see I was in a room, bars surrounded the windows and a doors.
"Mr. Dawson." I man sitting on a chair across from the bed addressed.
"Where am I?" I ask him, rubbing my sore head.
"A jail cell, you are being charged for holding Miss Rose DeWitt Bukater under her will in your supervision. 'She was clearly in an uncomfortable place with her one broken leg and injuries which involved from an previous accident' sergeant Barns states and you are to be held in this prison cell until trial."
"What?!"
"You have a right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law, you will acquire an attorney, if you don't have an attorney one will be provided for you." The man then stood up, tapped the barred door and walked out.
Roses POV
I huffed to myself as I sat in the chair of Cals' obviously new car, I was being held with him under my own will. I wonder where Jack was, if he were alive still, I'm sure he would be fighting back. I shut my eyes and remember when I last saw him a few hours ago.
"Jack don't leave me alone again"
"I won't Rose, ever, and if we separate I'll find you again." Then he kissed me.
Moment ruined.
"I'm so glad you decided to come back with me to your mother, sweet pea."
"I didn't decide, I had no choice."
"Please, where would you of gone otherwise?" He laughs.
"Anywhere but this horrible place you're taking me."
"It will be fun, you can meet my half sister, and live in the beautiful house I just purchased"
"I liked you when you were poor." I look out the window and it seems we've driven a far bit from New York city now, we're near some tall trees and much greener grass, clearly a first class neighborhood.
We pulled up in a long drive way, the house was white and two storied, enough to fit at least 7 people to stay, much more than lower class people could have, the garden was decorated and the front door was very large.
I stepped out of the car and followed Cal up to the door, he placed a hand on my back as we walked in the furnished house, I wriggled out of it quickly and gave Cal an ugly face.
The walls were white, no art to be found, there was a single staircase in front of the front door, a family room off to the right, a kitchen and dining to the left, and lots of windows.
"I'll be upstairs." I grasp the handrail for support.
"I put you bags in the room I thought was best for you."
"and my mother?" I ask.
"She's out for now, getting some groceries, we don't have a maid yet."
"You don't need a maid, it's sickening." I turn and look at him, still on the first step.
"I give them a job and pay them, I don't think it is sickening."
"You're such a coward." I grab the rails again and put my left foot down on the second step, then hopped up on my right.
"For god sake Rose, just let me help you." Cal walked over and swept me up into his arms and started walking.
"Let me go Cal! This isn't funny, I hate you, LET ME GO!" Besides my protests, he still carried me to my room, and placed me safely on the bed.
"I know I haven't been very well to you lately, but I do still care about you despite all you've done to me." He says.
"Me, done to you?!"
"I don't want to argue, now what would you like to eat? I'll make you something."
"I just want a tea, thanks." I gave him a small not-so-reassuring smile and shooed him out.