Roses POV
I snuck out in the middle of the night, mother would have no power over me, and since Cal went to the trial case he stayed in the city, meaning I could get away with no problems. Before I left I grabbed some money out of the safe and one of Cals drivers drove me into the city, thinking I was staying with him.
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"One single room for a Rose Dawson, please." I announced to the desk clerk, she participated and led me to a small, low key room with beautiful big windows and a bathroom and bed section, there was a kitchen downstairs for meals and I had decided to stay here for the time being. There was only 2 jails in the city, but I knew which one Jack was being held in. I headed over to the New York centre county jail.
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"I'd like to speak with someone who manages these jails, who says people can go, a manager if that's what they're called in here." I told the man at the desk.
"Mr. Roads is dealing with some new jail buds, who decided to muck around." He told me.
"Can I wait for him?" I pointed to the chairs on the right of me.
"Sure, would you like a glass of water as well?" the man asks.
"No, I'll be quite fine."
"You look familiar, are you from around here?" he asks, sitting back in his chair.
"I recently moved into an apartment, just today actually." I smile.
"How's that working out for you?"
"Lovely, the rooms are just the right size for my luggage."
"Sounds like a good place for a girl like you." His comment hit me a little, girl like me? I knew I was brought up properly, but I surely hadn't gotten all of my royal back living with mother and Cal.
"Bloody jail mates, such work." A man burst through the door behind the man at the desk.
"Mr. Roads, this lovely lady has asked to see you."
"What's your name?" he asks.
"Rose DeWitt Bukater, I would like to talk to you about one of your prisoners."
"Well.. let me escort you to my office." Mr. Roads walks me along a corridor and into a door right at the end, where a desk and a few chairs sat.
After sitting down in the uncomfortable brown chair, the man asked what I was here to talk about.
"A man named Jack Dawson was recently put into jail here a few months ago, is this correct?" I ask.
"Yes, Jack is a different one, he's in here for holding hostage a… let me just check," Roads searches through a big book on his desk, "holding hostage a girl by the name on Rose DeWitt-." He stopped and looked at me.
"I'm here to tell you what really happened."
"Well, I'm all ears for a lady like you."
"Cal, my ex fiancé, is very protective of me and he doesn't understand I don't want to be with him anymore, he absolutely hates Jack and does everything to stop us being together. I chose to go with Jack to that hotel and stay with him, when Cal burst through the door, he then took me hostage into his new house." I say.
"So, really the roles of this whole thing are in reverse and this Jack Dawson is innocent?" Roads asks.
"That seems to be the case, and I haven't been able to tell you this because I've been under Cals house arrest, he won't even let me go grocery shopping."
"I believe we can let Dawson go then, but if he is forcing you to do this you need to tell us now, we'll protect you."
"I love him, Mr. Roads, he isn't forcing me to do anything."
"Come with me and I'll release him then."
We walked down the corridor, through the door being the desk out the front, through some security guards and bars, up some stairs onto the second floor and finally reached Jacks door, he was asleep as it was early hours in the morning. Mr. Roads tapped the bars and Jack quickly became wide awake.