My Story: R.M.S Titanic [Completed]

22: A Taxi Ride

After the family history Scott gave me and the promise, I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say so much but nothing seemed right to say. I wanted to assure him that everything would be fine but I also wanted to tell him about my mother.

"Mae, are you okay?" Scott asked as he touched my left hand. I forced a smile.

"Of course I am okay, Scotty," I lied. He licked his bottom lip and sighed.

"You will love America. If Titanic is the ship of dreams, then America is the land that is the equivalent to that. Dreams do come true in America," he said.

"And their material culture is incomparable to any other country," I said. I loved Scott but the idea of moving to an unfamiliar land without any family behind me was scary. At least, before I met Scott, my father had been on my side but then he wasn't when Scott and I announced that we were really going to get married.

"That is true but you should see the celebrations on holidays. On our Independence Day, we set off fireworks and have American treats," he said.

"Oh, that sounds... amazing," I forced. I shook my head and looked at my lap. "I apologise that I am not more excited about America," I told him.

"It is fine. I understand," he said as the taxi turned right.

"I will find a way to enjoy America, Scott. I swear," I said. He looked at me and I felt like he was somehow sad that I wasn't happy about going to America.

"I know you will," he said. I knew how I could make him feel better.

"I never lived outside of London before my mother died. I didn't even think about America or any other country outside of England. My days were filled with laughter and playing in Mrs. Freeman's house with my mother. Father was always happy when he came home at the Freeman's but then again he was their driver.

"I loved running around the house and playing in the backyard with my doll. I wanted to work for the Freemans when I got older as well but Mr. Freeman wanted me to study so for an hour everyday he taught me something new. Reading, writing, everything. I was my parents' hope and dream.

"My mother slipped and fell down several flights of stairs while she was carrying me. It killed her. She tried to protect me from any damage that should have happened to a ten year old girl as we fell. I didn't know what happened until my father came home and just held me as he sent a telegram to the police.

"When I was sixteen, I said that I wanted to study art in France and my father with the Freemans found a way to get me to France but the school wouldn't accept a third class girl. But my father delivered me to the school and I realised that I was the only girl. I stayed until two months ago when I decided to move to America for artistic opportunities.

"You basically know the rest. My father got a job on the Titanic and made sure I got a passage. Mr. Ismay blackmailed us and I met you. The happiest worse thing that could happen to me." I didn't look at Scott the whole time or while I was telling him. He reached out and touched my hand.

"Why did you share that with me?" he asked, softly. I looked at my lap and my hands that were playing with a loose string on my skirt.

"You shared something really personal with me. It was only fair," I said.

"I told you because I love you. And I knew so much about you already that it was only fair if you knew more about me," he said.

"I want to share memories with you," I said. He leaned over and kissed me. I leaned into his hand that was on my cheek and his thumb ran across my cheek.

"And I want to share memories with you too," he said. I smiled and looked into his eyes.

"We will create new memories in America, together," I said. He smiled and my necklace shone as he held my neck.

"We will make new memories together," he said. I smiled and he kissed my nose. I wrinkled my nose and he sat straight again.

"Miss, sir, we have arrived," the taxi driver said as he opened the door after the taxi had stopped. Scott got out and then turned around to help me get out of the taxi.

"Thank you sir," Scott said as he put a few pounds in the man's hand and took my arm.

"Thank you, Mr. Sire," the taxi driver said and started helping Emma and Robert unload the taxis. Scott and I stood like two first class b***hes, as my father would say, making Scott chuckle. I looked over and he smiled at me.

"I like the fact that we are in control of our lives for once and not someone else," he told me. I smiled and laughed a little.

"I like the fact that we are together," I said and he turned his head back to the people unloading our belongings. I kept staring at him, with a stupid smile on my face.