"Come on!" Logan grabbed Louise's left hand and they ran to the back exit of the suite.

Lester kicked opened the door and ran as fast his old man self could go.

The exit lead them to a long white wall hallway with a hard metal floor. The hallway had one bright large ceiling light for every five feet.

The two ran as fast as they could with Lester, who was sixty one, looked eighty, was surprisingly able to keep up with them. As they got to the end of the hallway, they turned to another hallway.

People were now going back to their rooms since dinner ended and the sun said goodbye.

Louise and Logan slid through the many people in the hallway trying not to hit them as they ran. Now Lester was a different story, he didn't care about the guest. He pushed through making anyone fall, even children.

The two finished through the hallway with Lester far behind yelling at everyone to move out his way. They turned again and Logan stopped at a dark grey door that went to a stairway..

"What are you doing?" Louise quietly hissed at him. He looked in the top square of the door which was glass. The stairway lead down… and down was where they would have to go.

Logan tighten his grip on her and pulled her to the door, throwing it open and they began down the stairs.

Lester turned the corner to see no Logan. He angrily glanced around looking. Lester screamed in frustration and the two heard it coming down the stairs, Louise laughed at the noise. Lester's face became vermilion red with anger and hate inside. Logan just had to make Lester's job hard. Things were just so much simpler when the Bushs weren't in the picture. When they did Cynthia gave Lester the job of babysitting her twenty- four year old son, and Logan has not been making it easy. Lester was so close to giving up, until he saw a twinkle at the floor by a door.

It was a rose gold necklace with two pink bunny ears on them. He recognized the owner the second it shined.

Louise.

"Got'ca!" Lester smirked, picking up the necklace. He opened the door and rushed down the stairs.

The two reached the bottom of the stairway when Louise realized her neck was bare.

"No!" Louise gasped in disbelief, stopping.

Logan turned back to her, confused at why she stopped, but he could hear Lester coming down the stairs after them. He pulled her arm, but she pulled away.

"What?!" Logan snapped to her. She looked up the stairway, touching the place of her necklace feeling nothing, but her skin.

"My necklace!" Louise quietly whined, looking up the stairs.

"Come! He's coming!" Logan ignored her barely audible comment.

"My necklace!" Louise repeated louder this time. "It's gone!"

"I'll get you another! Now let's go!" He pulled on her again. This time she almost fell, but caught herself.

"No!" Louise yelled. "My- my necklace! I need it!" Louise stammered. "I just need it!" Louise's eyes began to water at the thought of losing her necklace. Her necklace was her new ears, she loved them just as much as her ears and couldn't lose the most important thing to her.

As Louise whined and cried to Logan, Lester was coming, coming he was and with the necklace in hand.

Logan heard the old man's stomped getting closer and Louise's tears weren't helping. Logan could be a kind gentleman when wanted to and like other men he just hated it when a girl cried, it was guilt in his heart like other guys, he hated every tear coming from her eyes and it needed it stop.

"Okay!" Logan snapped interrupting her cries. "You just need to run! I'll get it!"

"You'll get it for me?" Louise wiped the tears staining her cheeks.

"Yes, now go okay?! I'll meet up with you when I got it, so go!" He let her go and Louise kissed his left cheek, then ran down the hallway.

Logan rushed up the stairs to Lester, who was just as confused as Logan about why he was doing it. Logan noticed the necklace wrapped in Lester's wrinkly long fingers.

"Hey Lester," Logan gave a fake smile. "Buddy! I'ma need that necklace!" he smirked.

"Really? Well then… no!" Lester hissed the last part.

"Come one! Don't be like that!" Logan smirked.

"No! Logan I can't believe you! You have been nothing, but trouble!"

"Lester! I've been a good boy all week!" Logan whined like a child.

"Why were you with that girl?! Why don't you listen to your mother?!"

Logan laughed at that last question.

"Because I'm me," Logan smirked staring straight at the necklace laying in his hand. How was he going to get it?

Lester opened his mouth to speak, but a sudden ring from Lester's pocket interrupted. It was his phone. Lester dug in his pocket and pulled out his small black flip phone.

Logan found his moment to steal. With Lester looking down at his ringing phone, Logan grabbed the necklace right out Lester's hand and got a quick look at the caller I.D. He ran down the stairs, jumping off some.

"Good luck with my mom!" Logan called out as he ran.

Lester froze for five seconds, trying to comprehend what just happened.

When he came to his senses, Logan was all the way down and the call went to voicemail. Lester was even angrier than before. He ran down the steps, almost falling twice before making it to the bottom finally.

Logan ran the hallway trying to find Louise and he was already at the end turning to another hall. When Lester got to the hall, Logan was out of sight now. Lester screamed again at now easily he lost him.

The phone rang again and Lester realized his second big problem. Ignoring Cynthia. Now that was worse than losing her son. This was a death sentence. He quickly took a deep breath, then answered.

"Hello," he answered calmly as possible.

"Lester!" she hissed. "Where the hell are you?!"

Guess she wasn't going to bring up the miss call.

"I'm umm…" Lester didn't know what to stay.

"Hello?!" Cynthia snapped.

"I was in the bathroom, now I'm walking around, yes ma'am I am," Lester lied to Cynthia for the first time.

"Okay, whatever! Where's Logan?!"

'Shit!' Lester thought.

"He's…" Lester nervously started. He began to sweat bullets.

"Lester! Where is Logan?!" Cynthia raised her voice.

"I don't know…"

"What?! How do you not know?!"

"I think he went out somewhere, I was cleaning and he left," Lester explained.

"Ugh! Damnit! I cannot deal with this! Lester we have a problem! Dodie is running around crying about her lost son! She's keeping everyone up about her disgusting boy!"

"Oh," Lester nod.

Cynthia was at the crew area with Dodie, Lionel, Charlotte, Tom, and Dodie's non-missing boys.

Charlotte was barely holding on, holding back her tears, making a fist with her left hand and stuck it in her mouth to keep shut.

"Look, please find Logan before Dodie does and ask him about Dicky. If she does we're caught."

If Dodie talks to Logan, Logan will tell them he was in his room with no Cynthia or Charlotte and their alibi is broken which will catch eyes.

Tom already said he was alone in his room, so Cynthia quickly said the two were in Charlotte's room with Logan, talking.

Cynthia looked up from the ground to see the Belchers walking past, with no Louise.

"Lester? Did you fix our little girl problem?" Cynthia growled as she watched the family.

"Yes!" Lester quickly answered. "Problem solve!" he lied.

His second time now.

"Good, we have enough problems! Now find Logan!" she snapped, then hung up without another word.

So now Lester had two problems and the only solution to find Logan.

Cynthia walked back to the circular group of worried faces.

"I'm telling you! Dicky would never just disappear!" Dodie cried.

"Ok, calm down! Now where was the last place you saw him?" A man named Bartholomew (Bart) who was a part of the crew in a white collar short sleeve shirt and white knee shorts.

"He was in his room! He said he was just going to hang around the room! Charlotte's brothers went looking, but they can't find him anywhere!"

Charlotte jumped at her name.

"Ok, well this is a big ship, he's gotta be on, we'll all start searching, okay Mrs. Bennett?"

Dodie nod wiping her tears.

The men left, leaving Dodie, Charlotte, and Cynthia in the broken circle.

"Where's Logan? We need all the help we can get," Dodie asked Cynthia, tears still falling.

"He's looking," Cynthia lied with no emotion on the subject.

Charlotte walked up to Dodie, tears beginning to fall.

"Dodie?" Charlotte asked.

"Yes?"

Charlotte felt that Dodie needed to know, and was about to tell her. Cynthia noticed and was about to grab her, but Charlotte spoke.

"I hope we find him," Charlotte gave a kind smile to reassure Dodie, then turned to Cynthia. "I hope we do!" she said kindly to Dodie, but was looking at Cynthia with hate in her eyes.

After the phone call with Cynthia ended, Lester ran the hallway trying to find Logan.

Logan was trying to find Louise. He quietly called Louise's name going down the hall. It was on the 8th call and she answered. She walked around the corner to him.

"Logan?!" She smiled, running up to him. "Did you get it?!" He opened up his hand, showing the necklace resting in his palm. She screamed when she saw it, jumping up and down.

Logan pulled her in for a hug with his free arm around her waist.

Louise quickly stopped herself.

"Oh my gosh! What was that?!" Louise was shocked by her reaction.

Logan laughed, hooking the necklace around her neck.

"Thanks," Louise brightly smiled.

"Anytime."

He wrapped his other arm around her.

It was a peaceful moment, until Louise looked behind Logan, seeing Lester coming for them.

"Logan!" Louise whispered.

He noticed her stare behind and turned around.

"Damnit!" he yelled. He grabbed her hand and pulled her again.

The chase began again.

The two ran up a short set of stairs and now they were in the lower class area, hitting a few people in the hall.

Logan led them up the white walled stairs that Louise normally takes to the deck with Lester following getting angrier every second. They ran on the main/center deck, very few people out and about. They were about to pass a large swimming pool, when Louise tripped and fell into the pool.

"Fuck!" Logan yelled as he stopped.

Lester was coming, Louise was drowning and Logan was running out of time.

"Louise grab my hand!" Logan called out as he reached out his hand to her. Louise was trying to catch herself, but the water was coming into her mouth. The freezing water was killing her. Logan leaned in farther and she caught his hand. He pulled out her and they ran. Louise coughed a little, but kept with him. He led them to another set of stairs and with six steps left, Louise bumped into Logan, making them both fall to the floor. Together they bounce back up and went down the hallway to a door.

"Come on!" Logan pulled her into the room, locking it behind them.

It was a hot tiny dark room with a sunset orange light coming from a big square hole in the corner. It was the boiler room.

Lester banged on the wooden door, yelling Logan's name. People in the hallway, mainly crew members working, began to stare.

"What do we do now?!" Louise whispered.

"Uh…" Logan looked around, until he saw the hole. "Down there!" he pointed to it.

Louise went down first, climbing down a long metal ladder that was hot. It was burning their palms. Louise bit her lips holding back the cries.

Logan came down next.

Down was the coal room, where they got the power for the boat was. They were at the lowest level of the ship and finally free from Lester, but not the coal workers.

One worker noticed them and called out to them.

"Hey what yall doin' down here?!" he yelled. He was in dirty overalls and had dirt and ash on his shiny face just like everyone else working down here. It was like two hundred or so down here.

Logan grabbed her hand.

"Run!" was all Logan said.

The two ran through the confused workers, laughing.

"Don't mind us!" Louise laughed.

Logan spotted a door and they ran to it.

Walking in with Logan closing the door behind them, both still laughing.

"Lester was so angry!" Louise laughed as they started walking.

Looking around, there was packages, crates, luggage, and other items that couldn't fit in the rooms.

"This is the storage room," Logan said as they walked around.

Louise was just touching random things when she saw something she really wanted to touch.

There was a black Renault Town car, a very rare 1912 vintage car.

"Wow," Louise gasped running up to it. The shine stealing all the attention in the room. "Who's is this?" Louise smirked.

Logan walked over to her, looking at the car.

"This is amazing!" Louise smiled, looking up him.

Logan opened the door for Louise.

Louise smiled and stepped in and Logan closed it behind her and get in the front driver spot. The large window was down and Louise sat behind him.

"Where to miss?" Logan called out playing with the wide steering wheel.

Louise wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

"Miss?" Logan playful gasped.

Louise laughed and pulled him back to her part of the car by his neck.

"What? What are you doing?" Logan laughed as he fell back.

"Come on!" Louise pulled him up to the back seat with her. She laid her head on his left shoulder and he put his arm around her, pulling her even closer.

They sat there quietly with Louise looking up at him with deep puppy eyes.

"What?" Logan smirked looking at her.

Louise grabbed his free hand and locked his with her's. She gave a sweet innocent look as she played with his fingers, then brought them to her moist lips and gave them a big wet kiss.

"Logan?"

"Yes?" he asked as he watched her every move.

"Touch me," Louise said as innocently as those words could sound. She moved his hand to her left breast and he gently squeezed it.

They began to give each other deep meaningful passionately kisses and Louise fell back on the seat with Logan on top of her.

xXxXx

Charlotte angrily ran to her suite, slamming the dark wood door. She began to cry with her face turning red. She was so close to telling Dodie the truth. She should've told her. Her loud cries and snapping at herself was heard by Cynthia, who was coming anyways to see why Charlotte gave her a hateful look.

Cynthia walked to the door and knocked.

Charlotte wiped her face and took four deep breaths, then got up and opened the door, groaning when she saw Cynthia.

"Go away!" Charlotte barked walking away from Cynthia and sitting down on her un-neat bed/

"Excuse me?" Cynthia growled, walking in, closing the door behind her.

"Just leave me alone!" Charlotte snapped.

"Now I don't know why you have this attitude, but there's no reason for it."

"No reason?!" Charlotte jumped up raising her voice. "You killed Dicky! And now everyone's looking for him!"

"Calm down!" Cynthia defensively told.

"No!" Charlotte yelled. "He's dead! They're looking for a dead man! You killed him!"

"Wo!" Cynthia cut her off before Charlotte could continue. "You are just as responsible as I am for his death!" Cynthia snapped.

"You pulled the trigger!" Charlotte shot back.

"I may have, but I wouldn't of if you weren't sleeping with him! I killed him for you! And this is how you treat me?!" Cynthia hissed. "I saved you, you hear me?!"

"He's dead!" Charlotte cried.

"Yes, he is and you have no one else to blame, but yourself! I may have pulled the trigger, but you're the really killer!"

"But-" Charlotte started, but Cynthia went on.

"You killed Dodie's son, Charlotte!" Cynthia turned the table. "And then you almost tell her! You are really crazy!"

"You pulled the trigger!" Charlotte cried.

"I was protecting you! I was caring for you materially!"

That word hit Charlotte even harder. Her mother Barbie was a sweet loving woman, pretty as can be. Charlotte was lucky to get more of her mother's traits. Except the most important, Charlotte, just like her mother, has bright eyes, only seeing the good never the bad, but Charlotte was now starting to see the darkness. The darkness shining from Cynthia's eyes. Barbie sadly died when Charlotte was ten from a heart attack. Cynthia knew what she was doing. To her Charlotte was like a child, you have to scare them to stay quiet.

"I love you, sweetie! I'm protecting you!" Cynthia opened her arms to hug.

Charlotte stepped to her and then realized the hate still burning in Cynthia's eyes. She stepped back away for her.

"No!" Charlotte screamed. "Get the hell away from me!"

"Charlotte, calm down, Honey," Cynthia calmly said walking closer to Charlotte.

Cynthia shock her head, sighing.

"Watch yourself, Charlotte," she calmly said.

"What?! You gonna kill me?!" Charlotte yelled to Cynthia.

Cynthia sighed again.

"I don't think you want to tell anyone about what happened."

"What?! Why can't I?!" Charlotte asked lost.

"Because little one. I would have to tell them what really happened."

Charlotte looked as a child who was listening to a group of adults talking money.

"You know I have theory, now correct me if I'm wrong," Cynthia started. "I think that you were lying about something."

"What?! I-" Charlotte was cut off.

"You know what was weird is that you say you lost your virginity to Dicky, but women who lose their virginity they bleed… I didn't see any blood on that bed or you."

Charlotte's face dropped.

"Now isn't that weird?" Cynthia gave a fake yet serious grin. "But that would mean you didn't lose your virginity to Dicky, but you told me you did. That would mean you were lying to me."

"I-I," Charlotte stuttered.

"So maybe you meant to sleep with Dicky knowing that I would help you, so you wanted Dicky to die? What?"

"No! I didn't want Dicky to die!"

"So you wanted to sleep with him?"

"No! I didn't want that either! I was on drugs and I didn't know what I was doing!" Charlotte cried.

"So you were high? Why?"

No answer.

Cynthia went on.

"Why did you get high? Why spend time with Dicky while high? Why do you do drugs?"

Charlotte didn't open her mouth.

"Well?" Cynthia asked.

"I- I don't know," Charlotte finally answered.

"Why? Simple question, why today?"

"I don't know!" Charlotte answered.

"Well you don't know, but I think I do, you had abortion, Charlotte."

Charlotte gasped at the accusation.

"I would never!" she raised her voice.

"Can it! It's all over your medical forms! You really need a better doctor, he just handed the forms to me!" Cynthia hissed. "You had an abortion at 13!"

"No I didn't! I lost my virginity to Dicky! I swear!" Charlotte yelled to Cynthia.

"Oh, but you didn't, and I think whoever you actually lost it to paid for the abortion, because your daddy was out of the country when you got it!"

Charlotte began to sweat and shake.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Do you know a Gregory Curtis?" Cynthia asked her.

Charlotte froze at the name.

"I'll take that as a yes. I know Gregory Curtis, he's on this cruise with his 20 year old wife, sweet girl, she's just four years younger than you, but looks just like you; she could be your twin. Guess he has a type."

Charlotte said nothing.

"He paid for the abortion, Charlotte! He signed the check!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"I'm talking about you getting pregnant by a 40 year old man at 13, Charlotte! You didn't lose your virginity to Dicky, but Mr. Curtis! You lied to me, Charlotte!"

"That didn't happen!" Charlotte yelled.

"It did! And you know what else I think, I think your father knew, I mean they are close friends, now I'm not judging you father, I respect him for it, you telling anyone won't help anyone about what you did with Mr. Curtis or Dicky. I also think that you may have seen Mr. Curtis on this cruise and that's why you got high tonight, Charlotte. Listen to me putting something deep deep down inside you with drugs won't change the fact that it happened. You are a sick killing whore that is all you are Charlotte, I tried to help you and you lie to me. Now there's two ways this can go." Cynthia stepped closer quietly hissing at her. " You can take pills and shut it, living happily ever after with my sweet loving son or tell Dodie what disgusting things you did to her son and have to tell everyone what thing you did to your unborn child at 13! You know telling Dodie is so selfish! It's better for her to think her son is missing than dead having fish eat him! And you talking about your relations with Mr. Curtis, you'll ruin his life, Charlotte! If you tell then bye bye wedding, your family will probably… what's the word? Abort you!" Cynthia hissed. "If I go down, you will too!"

Charlotte burst into tears. She feel to her knees crying.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" Charlotte cried. Her eyes became a waterfall.

"Because I love you," Cynthia patted her back, then walked to the other room to grab a box of tissues, when she saw the safe handle was up; she was the last to touch the safe and she put the handle down. She walked to it and opened it. A piece of paper feel. Cynthia ben down and picked it up. She gasped.

xXxXx

End of Chapter 8

A/N: Well another chapter! Wow! 8 chapters already! Yay! And this is a special week, I want to kind of move this along, so I can quickly finish I'd Give Everything for This, then focus on a story I've been trying out. And maybe another Louigan based story. So good week! Twice the Titanic Thursday! Chapter 9 will be coming early! On Friday! Woo! We learned Charlotte's dark secret, what do you think? Cynthia's blackmail? Feel bad for Dodie? The Lester run was funny! I will detail Charlotte and ' relationship, so there will be no questions if you have a guess on what's going to happen next do tell. I was like half and half with 50 shades of Louise and Logan, but I don't know. I think that would ruin the power of the story, so I may not, I may, there's still time, lol. I know how long it's been since I posted I'd Give Everything for This, I've been editing, maybe this weekend. Happy Black History Month guys! Hope you enjoy! Please Review! Bye Guys! See you very soon!

-Harmony