I'll never let go..| A titanic inspired story 🚢

Crazy Love (Chapter 23)

Marching forwards, he dragged me with force up each stair case. It was quite the trek, especially for James who was practically ragging a person who weighed a little less than him. I tugged and fought until I was blue in the face but James wouldn't let go. He was magnificently strong when he wanted to be.

Once we got back to the first class suite, he slammed the door and shoved me onto the bed. I knew I couldn't fight back against his dominance and pure strength.

"It's almost dinner time. You'd better get dressed." James said, turning his back to me. He seemed to be preoccupied with dinner to address what had just happened.

"I'm not very hungry. I want to stay here." Tears rolled down my cheeks as I begun to sob. I hated how easily I cried but I simply couldn't help it. My tears flowed like a tsunami crashing down my cheeks.

"You have barely eaten this entire trip. I suggest you come." James started searching in my closet where he had just missed us. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit.

"I'll just get the maid to bring me something. I can't help not being hungry." I said, clearing the leaky mascara off my sodden face.

"I see. Well in that case I'd like to take some precautionary measures." James shut the closet door and promptly came over to me. Towering over me, he reached into my pocket and took the key from me. I knew what he was doing.

A smirk press on his face as he pocketed the key and used the other key to lock me out.

"Don't move an inch." James said from behind the door. I didn't have the energy to try and escape. I had tried everything to escape but I could feel that opportunity slowly slipping away. I felt like I had fallen into a bottomless Pitt with no one to catch me or even save me."

I could already see my life ahead of me. Me, a housewife, raising an army of his sons. His daughters similar to me and he owns a successful business and is only home at late times and on a weekend. Yes. This would be my life.

As I laid sprawled out on my bed, I let the texture of the bedsheets brush against my skin, they sent a sense of comfort to my body. Inhaling the fresh salty air, I shut my eyes and tried to fall asleep. The only sort of noise I heard was the restless waves crashing against the side of the boat. For a couple of minutes I tossed and turned and I just couldn't get comfortable so I decided to get some fresh air on our private promenade deck.

A mixture of chilling and salty air surrounded my entire body. I stumbled anxiously towards the edge of my promenade deck and stared down at the ocean. Tears started flowing again and each droplet fell into the North Atlantic below.

All of a sudden, I heard a harsh grunt from somewhere close by. I suspected it was someone who was making their way to the dining hall and slipped but I heard it again.

"Lower, lower," I heard a voice but not just any voice. AMERICAN! Oh how I had missed that accent!

"Joel? Is that you?" I leant forward on the railing of my private deck and stared up. Sure enough, I saw a pair of brown shoes dangling down followed by some legs, a body and a face. Joel was dangling off the edge of the titanic to see me!

"Oh my god Joel! What are you doing?" Joel was clinging to dear life on what seemed to be a weak piece of rope. He smiled warmly, seeing me properly.

"I couldn't help myself! I love you Isobel." Joel said. I leant forward and passionately kissed him on the lips. I heard a loud grunt from above me and I broke away from Joel and spotted poor little Kian clutching the rope in his blistering, red hands.

"SAVE IT! HELP ME GET YOU IN." Kian shouted at the top of his lungs.

Joel gave a quick nod of his head and started swinging himself back and forth on the rope. I held out my hand for Joel to take and he swung forward from the rope. It was like he was moving in slow motion, the wind blowing his hair wildly, him flying through the air like the hero he was and his fearlessness through it. He managed to grasp onto not only my hand but the railing of the deck. I helped him quickly climb over and he seemed pretty shook up. I kissed him once again and pulled him inside.

"You scared me so much but that was such a courageous thing you just did. It was very daring and crazy." I looked up at him as we perched on the edge of the bed, he wrapped his arm around me lovingly.

"Well people say that love makes you crazy. Because I love you, Isobel."

"I love you too, Joel."

And something told me to break our awkward silence and lean in a little closer. Closer than we had ever been before.....