You unimaginable bastard (chapter 27)

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15th April 1912
12:00pm
Third class
I took Joel's hand, my eyes begun to flood with tears as people rushed past us all in a panic. We had to tell someone.

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12:10am

We reached first class and James looked at us with envy in his eyes. With a flick of his wrist, two men came and seize Joel, he fell to his knees and tried to squirm but it was no use.

"JOEL!" I tried to fight back but there was nothing I could do.

"I told you not to leave. This man has corrupted you Isobel and I won't stand for it. He is going down to the E deck. You won't see him for the rest of this trip. Or ever again." It seemed to me like James had been rehearsing that. I stared at him in disgust.

"You can't do that! We came up here to tell you that Titanic hit an ice burg. I won't lie to you James. I think Titanic will sink..." Once again, the waterworks started to flow. Everything was so overwhelming, for me, an almost 18 year old woman.

"What? That's impossible. Not even God himself could sink this ship. Take him." The guards started to carry Joel away but before I could help James forcefully dragged me away up to the top deck. I had no choice but to comply...

We reached boat deck and a flood of first class, middle class and working class people flowed onto the deck like waves in the ocean. The workers had already started filling people into lifeboats. I spotted my father who seemed to be paying an insignificant man a large sum to get himself into the boat.

"We are here now. Let's get into the boat." James said with a sharp tug of my hand. I didn't reply. I couldn't reply. If I spoke I knew I would vomit.

As we were about to board the boat, our hands broke apart as I was pushed forward and James was abruptly pushed back. We both started at the worker in confusion.

"WOMEN AND CHILDREN FIRST!" The voice boomed and caught the attention of many people who started to chatter unhappily.

"Don't worry. I'll wait but you get in." James gave me a shove with his right hand and I almost toppled over. That was it, I saw red just like when an angry bull sees mandator. Twisting my body 180°, the embers of anger flared in my eyes as I walked over to James.

"Oh I'm not worrying." I smiled, the moisture of furious saliva wet my lips as I licked them angrily. "I am not getting on that boat." I was finally standing up for myself.

"Yes you are." James shoved me again but I decided to shove him back. Not expecting my retaliation, James stumbled backwards. He too looked furious.

"Don't you see? Over half of the people here are going to die." I tried to hush my voice as much as possible but my whisper yelling did cause a few head turns and gasps.

"Not the better half." James chuckled at his unfunny, insensitive and distasteful joke.

I stared at the man who I used to think was my destiny. He was just a selfish, arrogant man who had paid thousands just for me to be his wife. Well that money had gone down the drain.

"You unimaginable bastard." I scowled at him, staring his straight in the eye. With gritted teeth, James grabbed my mousy locks and ragged me into the boat, in return I clenched my fist tightly and punched him square in the nose. Blood splattered and poured from his nose as a mortified James unclenched my hair and tried to stop the blood from flowing.

"YOU FUCKING WHORE. You and Joel are perfect for eachother." James' voice had become high pitch and squeaky. I suddenly felt a surge of pride from punching my ex-fiancé in the nose.

"I'd rather be his whore than your wife." I started to sashay away but not before something. "Oh yes, tell Daddy I'm not marrying you." I slipped the ring from my finger and threw that £1000 ring to the ground. It clattered as it landed and a few third class hogs pounced on the ring to claim it first, they reminded me of seagulls scavenging for chips. Of course, James was too... preoccupied to follow.

Then I strutted away. My light hair bounced each confident step I took.

This was the first time I have ever felt a sense of accomplishment in my whole life.

Now it was time to find Joel.

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