A/N: Okay, I've kept you waiting long enough!

Disclaimer: I don't own Titanic

Every city I walked through, I was fascinated by the hard work. It definitely wasn't like First Class. These people gave us what we had in First Class. We didn't have to work. That's what steerage for I had been taught… But I never believed it!

"Where were you?" Cal said coldly. "Out. I was out, Cal," I answered. Thankfully it was braver than I felt. Much braver. "Out. I've had enough of you going out on your own, Charlotte!" he yelled standing up. He crossed the room quickly and before I knew it, he had his left hand tight around my jaw. I didn't gasp in shock or anything. I showed no emotion. Cal was surprised by this. "I'm used to it Cal. You should be too. I'm not going to break down anymore," I said defiantly. He said nothing, but his grip on my jaw got much tighter, but I never faltered.

The pain was like a paper cut. Nothing to cry over. "You won't see me cry anymore Cal. And when I win this, you're going to wish you'd never even tried," I said, pulling his hand off my jaw. I knew I was going to have bruises where his fingers gripped my jaw tightly, but at least I would be fine. He didn't say anything.

I tried walking past him, but he grabbed my arm, and pulled me back harshly. He held me against the wall, but I only smirked. "Fight all you want, Cal. You aren't getting a reaction out of me," I snapped, still smirking at the anger that crossed his face. My French accent didn't defy my anger this time. Cal looked stunned and I was proud at this. If he was going to act so surprised all the time, I might as well use it to my advantage!

"I have the scars to prove to people that you're the abusive bastard you portrayed yourself to be," I said. Cal's surprise only increased. "You think you're so strong, Cal but really, the abuse is just your poor excuse for attention isn't it? Let me put it to you this way; You ruin me, and I'll ruin you," I said. I was having too much fun, and although I tried to hide it, my smirk didn't.

"What are you smirking at you filth?" Cal spat, shaking me. "I'm smirking at you, Cal. You can't beat and you never will," I said. I gathered my spit and blew. He gasped in shock and let go of me to rub his eye. I stifled my giggle and ran outside. "Get back here you bitch!" Cal yelled, chasing me outside. The rain had stopped long ago. "Catch me if you can!" I yelled strongly. I heard him grunt in anger, but he kept running toward me.

I made it off the property. I was free!

That's what was plaguing my mind.. And I was afraid Cal would someday find me. When he did… I would never live it down. I could still feel the joy and the weightlessness of being free! Sure, it was running away, but I was running away knowing I beat Cal at his own game.

It was the same thing city after city. Steerage at hard work. They should earn more than they did for all this work. I remember my father's words from my childhood.

"There steerage—scum—Charlotte! We don't give charity money and we don't help! You need to know that! They deserve to be where they are," my father would say. At the age, I believed it but after I got older I saw how criminal it was!

And I felt sympathy for them… But it was recognized they didn't want sympathy… Just respect. And I tried my best to give them that. But only I. My father would scold me for it… My mother would disrespect me for it… Cal spit on the "preposterous" thought. But I didn't.

I would say "Hello" whenever I was by myself… And if I wasn't I would mouth it… But now that I was free I could give them my full attention and respect. And I planned to do so… I had lived in the shadows long enough and now the sun was coming out for me. This was my chance.

My one—and only—chance.

A/N: Sorry it's a bit short… but I'm working on Forever Yours… It should be up tomorrow? Yeah so I'm cutting this one a bit short but I thought I'd update it since it's been a while! :D