Oh the Suspense!!!! Oh what will happen! lol. Hope u enjoy this chapter.

Molly held Clara tight. The house was empty like her soul. She knew what she had done was wrong but he had forced it out of her. She didn't want to tell him where they were but he had offered her money and she was losing it at a rapid rate. She had been what they called new money, so she had no idea how to spend it and look after it. She didn't realise how easily things added up. One meal turns into a meal with a drink and one drink turns into three. By the time she realised she was broke. And now she had given up the whereabouts of her friends all for a bit of money. Rose was locked in Cal's house, unable to escape. And Jack, poor Jack, was in jail for a crime against a law nobody understood.

Clara tugged at the top of Molly's dress, causing her to look down at her. She was so soft, so fragile and Molly had just taken away her mother and father and left her all alone in the world. She would be adopted out, into a family who would care for her but never be as good as Rose and Jack. She wept, letting all her emotion come out in those tears.

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Jack smashed his hand against the bars. He pulled back quickly when he realised that he had caused it to bleed. He tried to wipe the blood away with his other hand but there was too much. He ripped the fabric on his shirt and wrapped a piece around his hand. It slowed down the bleeding but the pain from his hand was nothing compared to the pain he felt inside. It tore him apart, ripped apart his very soul. His heart was torn. He was sad yet so angry. He wanted to tear Cal apart. How could he do this to him?

A policeman came to the bars of his cell and tapped the bars with his batten. Jack glanced up.

"The court awaits you."

Jack nodded. He got up from his seat and walked towards the bars, waiting for them to open. The policeman led him out of the cells and towards the court room. Suddenly Jack stood in front of the court. The judge glared down at him. He showed no mercy in his eyes. Jack knew that Cal would have also payed him to give the sentence Cal wanted.

"Jack Dawson! You are being charged for the crime of holding of person hostage. Do you plead guilty?"

Jack shook his head. He knew he had done nothing wrong. "Jack Dawson for this crimes and denying the law you are sentenced to...."

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Rose shuddered. She knew something bad had happened. She was worried for Jack and Clara but she was also worried for her safety. Cal had her locked in a bedroom. It was large and had a huge bed much like the one she was used to before she had married Jack but to her it was as bad a prison. It caged her and didn't let her be free. It brought her back to her old life, the one she had tired so desperately to escape.

"Rose?"
She looked up to find Cal standing in her doorway.

"Rose we are having dinner with your mother. I want you to get ready and look respectable. There are some clothes in the cupboard over there. Now pick out something nice, not like the stuff that bum Jack had brought you!"

Rose cried. "He is not a bum! He is a better man then you will ever be!"

If Cal was hurt by the comment he didn't show it. He simply glared at her but otherwise showed no other emotion on his face.

"Just be ready by 6 sharp!" He slammed the door. Rose began her tears again. How could this have happened? How? Cal had no idea where they were!

Rose went over to the cupboard and chose a dress that she liked. It was a deep blue and reminded her of Jack, as his eyes were the same colour. She went to the dinner and found her mother and a few other people that Rose did not know, sitting around a large table. Cal grabbed her hand and made a show of the fact. Ruth sneered at her, showing how she felt like she finally had control over her daughter. Rose sat down next to Cal and was quite the whole dinner, her mind to set on what was happening to her beloved Jack and her daughter Clara and also how she was going to escape.

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Jack pondered his chances of escape. He had been sentenced to exile. He was to leave America and never return. How that punishment fitted his so called crime he would never know. But he did know one thing and that was that Cal wanted to get rid of him for good and that he only had a few days to escape before he was to board a ship and never return. He thought of many ideas but he couldn't focus, he was too worried about Rose and Clara. If anything he wanted to know that they were both safe.

He grabbed a small pocket knife from inside his boot and stood on one of the benches near the window. He was going to try and cut through the bars with the knife. It was his only chance and he hoped, no he prayed that it would work.

To be continued......