I didnt actually update in a month - SOoo much to do! Anyway here it is.

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"I heard noises Rose"

Rose looked flustered, her face blazing.

"W-what noises?" She tried to keep still but was shaking almost violently. She had no idea where Jack went so fast, but Cal was determined.

"Don't lie to me." He snarled, looking underneath the bed, and in her wardrobe. He shoved the beautifully made dresses to one side and tore some off the hangers. It was late at night, and Rose was certain Cal should've been home hours ago. He was about to give up searching until he spotted a jade green book on the floor.

"What's this?" he tore open the book, ripping past the pages in horror. The pages were filled with naked women, either with their breasts out or nothing at all. He scanned them all, his temper growing until he got to the last page, where immediately knew it was her, gazing dreamily from her window. Cal just threw the book on the floor, opening onto a picture of breasts.

"Explain yourself!" he broke into rage and started throwing books at her. He got to a set of golden china dolls and threw one on the floor with a threatening smash. Rose remained deadly quiet still heavily breathing. She had no idea what to tell him.

"Don't be a whore to me Rose" he spat in her face. Rose's lip quivered as he got close to her face. He was sweating at the brow.

"Tell me the truth, and we can pretend this never happened" he whispered, getting his finger and twisting her long hair around it.

"There was a boy, selling paintings. He drew me out of the w-window. I gave him the money for food because it was late. And h-he gave me the whole book. He just left."

Cal got up. Rose thought she was off the hook. He simply sighed.

"Rose, you're too giving to those disgusting beggars." Cal muttered, and with that walked out of the house. She waited until he was driven way out of sight before peering out of the window.

"Jack?" she whispered before hearing the footsteps of her mother coming up. She sighed. Her mother would be angry and she knew that any chance of ruining this marriage was a punishment for Rose. She sat on her bed, wondering what could possibly happen now at nearly midnight. She stood at the edge of the doorway, her feet tapping angrily. "Rose honey, Cal not impressed is he?"

Rose turned around and gave a look of disgust at her mother. "Why don't you marry him? He's not my type at all" before rose could finish speaking she felt a hard cold hand meet her jaw. The rings that Mrs Dewitt wore were particularly harsh on Rose's soft face and Rose felt like her face was on fire. She wanted to hit her back, but knew it was not wise to do so at such as time. Rose shook with rage and tried to hold back the anger, her head throbbing where the rings had hit her.

"Now get to bed" she simply sighed, shutting the window tightly and locking it. Rose's face went redder. She can't escape. She can't find Jack!

"No Intruders tonight." She sickly-sweetly smiled, walking out of the room slamming the door shut and locking it too. There was a rustle of keys jangling and Rose's mother left. Rose desperately headed for the window and tried opening the stiff lock.

"I hate her!" "I hate her!" Rose mouthed. Tears were creeping from the corners of her eyes down her face and she sat on her bed, confused. Suddenly, out of the distance, came a voice Rose had longed to hear.

"Almost forgot about me there?" said the voice; in it's slick tone. Rose bent down and looked under her bed. Nobody.

"Look up" he smiled, as she saw he had attached himself to the top of the bed.

"Not too comfortable, but better than some of my recent places." As Jack dropped down Rose looked relieved.

"You idiot!" she cried. "You absolute idiot" she smiled again and started playfully hitting him.

"Guess you're going to have to spend the night with me" Rose spoke, pausing for a moment. Jack looked up and stared in her eyes, but something else caught his attention.

"Look what he did to my book, my pages! Ruined!" he said angrily. Ill-temperedly he snapped the pencil that was next to it.

"I'll buy you another" Rose said sympathetically. Jack got up from the floor and held her hands, slowly kissing them. Rose pulled away.

"I want to hear about your life Jack. The places you've been, people you've met. I want to know it all. And maybe.."

She whispered softly into his ear

"I was being serious about going with you."

That morning Jack lay very quietly under Rose's bed until her mother unlocked it. With the help of Rose he managed to get out, but to Rose's shock, the maid caught a glimpse of the young boy but said nothing. She was worried all day that she might've said something but it seemed the maid knew better. She was dreaming of the day she was going to escape and had spent the afternoon packing a small case, filled with the only things she really needed.

"Rose we need to talk to you." Mrs Dewitt paused; a small grin approached her face. She knew that smile. It was the smile that told Rose that things were going her way. And when things were going her way, it often meant trouble.

"We're going to Southampton tonight. We're going to stay with relatives until the Titanic comes."

Rose shook her head in disbelief. This was it. It was either now or never. Jack would come for her soon.

"Now let Mary get your things together. We're leaving in an hour."

Rose had made up her mind.

"Yes, mother. I understand"

She'll be leaving in an hour..