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Chapter 23
I woke up, my eyes fluttering open. I was in a room, a white room with one window. I sat upright on a bed, but my hands were in handcuffs, and my feet were also bound in cuffs. I swallowed, my mouth dry as a desert. The acrid scent of cigarette smoke was coming from somewhere. Closing my eyes again, I opened my mouth, about to scream, when a familiar voice interrupted my actions. "Don't even try it. Nobody's going to hear you anyway since we're out in the middle of nowhere."
Cal Hockley stepped into the room. He carried a drink in one hand and he was smoking a cigarette in another. He gave me a slow, wicked smile, his perfectly-shaped eyebrows raised with glee. He put the drink on a small table, coming toward me. He then reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out The Heart Of The Ocean!
I gasped. If Cal had the necklace, then that must've meant that he'd been to our apartment! "Where's Jack," I gasped.
"Where do you think he is? I killed him. I hired somebody to put a bullet into his head. NOBODY steals from me, Rose, NOBODY."
I whimpered, not able to stop my tears from falling. Gasping, I sat there, thinking, crying. Memories rushed into my brain, so fast and furious that I felt like I was losing my mind. I recalled the first time I spotted Jack. He'd been blatantly staring at me from the deck below. I thought about us sharing dinner together in the first class dining area, our partying below deck, drinking, dancing…he'd saved me, literally. I blinked, processing what Cal had just claimed. Jack and I were soul mates. I loved him with all my heart.
Taking a deep breath, I stopped sobbing, trying to remain calm. Cal was lying. Deep in my heart, I sensed that Jack was still alive. There was no way that he could be dead. Lord, help me. Closing my eyes, I prayed as hard as I could. I was concentrating so hard, that I even started mumbling Bible verses aloud. "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want, he leadeth me.."
Cal rushed toward me, grabbing my hair, forcing me to open my eyes. He backhanded me across the face, again and again. White hot pain flushed against my cheek. I ground my teeth together, refusing to cry out. I sniffed, glaring at Cal. His dark eyes appeared dazed and crazy. Was he a lunatic? His body shook - drool spilled down the side of his mouth. I smelled alcohol on his breath. "Stop that religious drivel! I know you and Jack have been going to church with all those nig—"
"Don't say that word!"
He backhanded me again. I winced at the white hot pain, but again refused to cry out. "I will say whatever I please, Rose. Remember, I always win. Jack Dawson is the scum of the earth and he's dead now. Dead! He's dead because he stole two things from me," he paused, releasing my hair, causing my head to bang against the wall. "While on the Titanic, he stole my fiancée, and he also stole my gift to my fiancée, The Heart Of The Ocean. Do you realize how much that necklace cost me?"
I gritted my teeth, scanning the room before looking at my shackled hands and feet. Cal chuckled. "I know you, Rose. You're looking for a way to escape. But let me tell you something. Nobody knows where we are…NOBODY." He pulled a gun from his pocket and I whimpered. Was he going to shoot me? He leaned over me, placed the gun on the table, next to his drink, and he then placed his hands at the top of my dress, right over my bosom.
He pulled, ripping my cheap dress away from my body. Drooling, his crazed expression got even worse when he saw me in my brazier. He stroked his fingers over my pale, smooth skin, and I ground my teeth, trying hard not to show emotion from his sinister touch. He finally spoke. "YOU ARE MINE!"
I looked away from this lunatic, toward the white wall, while he continued to touch me. Lord help me, lord help me, lord save me. He caressed my pudgy stomach, mumbling. "I ought to take a knife and cut this baby right out of you. I should cut this bastard out of you right now!"
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TITANIC - Jack And Rose, Both Are Alive!
FanfictionWhat if Jack had lived after the ship sank, and both Jack and Rose had to deal with evil Cal? Also, how will these two be able to make a living? Jack is a poor artist and Rose - well, she's a pampered girl who's never worked a day in her life! Read...