TITANIC - Jack And Rose, Both Are Alive!

Chapter 24

by Cecelia Dowdy

Based upon characters created by James Cameron

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Chapter 24

Jack, Paul and Pastor Michael followed Cecile to the sitting room, Mrs. Roker close behind. Mrs. Roker touched Jack on the shoulder, pressing Cal's note into his hand. "Jack, let me know if I can do anything to help. I apologize for yelling at you earlier."

He nodded, touching Mrs. Roker's shoulder, accepting the note, before she exited she room.

Cecile watched Jack like a hawk, hoping he wouldn't snap and attack her again. She stared at the bruise on her arm. The bruise had gotten darker over the last few minutes. Her head buzzed - she really needed to eat something. She didn't want to faint while talking to her guests.

When Lymen had fetched her that day, she'd still been hesitant about going to the doctor. However, Geri stepped in, stating if she didn't get some help, she would tell Mrs. Roker about the cuts and they'd contact the authorities, seeing what could be done to force Cecile to go to some sort of hospital. Scared, she'd apprehensively went with Lymen. Since she felt weak and upset, he'd carried her to his vehicle, cradling her in his strong arms.

While he drove her to the hospital, she confided to him that her binging on the bread and butter had caused her to vomit the previous day. Lymen's eyes had widened like saucers and he'd encouraged her to tell the doctor about what had happened. The doctor had advised her to eat small meals, not to gorge, no matter how hungry she was, since her stomach was too small and too weak to process that much food at once. After the doctor visit, Lymen had shown her his office, offering her the secretarial job. Then, afterward, he had kindly taken her to his place and fixed her a meal.

In her entire life, Cecile had never had a man to cook for her before! He'd fixed her a small plate of tasty noodles in a creamy sauce. He'd then tenderly fed her the food, his eyes full of desire whenever Cecile licked the stray sauce from her lips. Even though it was warm outside, Lymen had lit a fire in his fireplace, just for Cecile. He'd also fixed her coffee, tea, and hot chocolate. His deep, mesmerizing voice had been full of tenderness as she'd cradled the warm drinks in her bony, frigid hands. He'd explained that he was concerned about her being so cold, and he just wanted her to warm up and get better.

Cecile had tried to kiss him, boldly disrobing in front of him. But, Lymen had gasped, his eyes widening with desire. He'd gently stroked the blue veins protruding from her skeletal arms, touched her recent cuts. He'd then ran his fingers over the bones of her ribcage. Her bones bulged against her pale, frigid skin and Lymen touched a few of her knobby bones, his eyes glistening. He'd then shook his head, looked away, gently telling her to put her clothes back on, his voice wavering. "I hate seeing you like this," he'd admitted while she'd put her clothes back on. She silently cried, wondering if Lymen was falling in love with her, or, if he simply pitied her. He'd probably offered her the secretarial job because he felt sorry for her.

She'd again tried to kiss his cheek but, he'd nudged her away, stating she was not well. Cecile had noticed Lymen staring at her throughout the evening, his dark eyes full of sadness when he looked at her bone-thin body. His eyes had also been full of longing.

A wave of dizziness again swept through her head, interrupting her deep thoughts. "I'll be right back."

Jack rushed to her, clamping her arm. "No, you're not leaving."

She looked into his blue-green eyes. His eyes sparkled with anger, as pain shot up her arm. "Jack, let me go. You are hurting my arm."

"I don't trust you. If you leave this room right now, you might try and escape from this house." His firm, beautiful lips hardened with anger, and he refused to release her arm. In spite of his anger, she imagined kissing Jack's wonderful lips. What would happen if she kissed him?