Fight or Flight?

Chapter 7

Roses Pov

The maids helped me up the stairs as I held back my sobs. I held my breath trying to not making eyes water as much as I could only letting out a few gasps with tears quickly escaping out of eye sockets. It made the baby tighten like I was carrying a ball of steel all hard and not moving. They then left me to their own devices as I shut the door letting my tears break loose. I held my bump waiting for the baby to kick but it only squirmed letting me know that a life is still growing inside . I went over to my dresser putting my hands on top looking at my reflection trying to slow my breathing down.

My eyes are a blood shot red with my throat constantly tightening making it  harder to breathe. Then their was a pinch in my abdomen. I made my hands into a tight fist digging my finger nails into my skin. Help me Jack. I open to see the indent and damage I caused with pink flesh some with blood oozing out of them. I cried even more knowing that I'm stuck in a death trap. One that I can't break out of. I then rubbed my stomach and looked at the size of it in the mirror. Due any day now. Any day now I will have my little Jack Dawson. My little angel in my arms. Only then for Cal and my mother to find out the truth about his parentage. She is my last and only option to break out of here. Then I felt a slight pinch with that baby moving around the sore spot before settling down and kicking me.

"I think I'm going to have a bath", I looked at myself for one last time. As I stroked my ballooning stomach. I then grabbed my towel and left my night dress on my bed. I then turned the hot water on before shutting and locking the door. I slowly got undressed watching the water flow into the big tub. I watched little lumps appear appear as the baby slowly moved about.  I couldn't see my ankles at all. My hands were serverly swollen and hurt as I put myself down in the bath.

I sat back drizzling the water on my ginormous belly that was in the way of everything that I could see past my unknown hips. The baby then didn't move for a couple of minuets which is alarming me.

"Ooooooo. aaaahhhhhhhhhhh", I clung my hands on to the edge of the bath as I howled in pain. A contraction. "Please no. Not now", I told myself, Jack, and the baby, "no. No. No. No!", I clinched the bath as tight as I could pushing, "god no. Please. Not now. Not now Jack. I can't do this on my own. NO!", it happened again and again, "JAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!", I howled his name as the biggest one yet hit. I then tried not to over react and hyperventilate making myself cry. I wiped my tears from my eyes knowing that I have to get out of this bath tub. I then used all my strength to get out of the tub only to seat myself back down as another contraction hit.

"Oo. O. Oooooooo", I made nosies for this easier passing contraction. I the sat and looked around trying to find a way to get out of this tub or to deliver the baby with, "please Jack just help me. HELP ME PLEASE!", I felt another one coming on strong, "JACCCCCKKKKK!!!!", I screamed his name loud enough so he could possibly help me, "oh Jack. Please Jack", I tried to catch my breath.

"Rose?", I heard my mother shockingly knock on the door, "Rose is everything alright in there. Rose?", I then tuned my attention back to the child that wants to come out. Jacks child.

I keep thinking of what will happen if it has blonde hair and blue eyes. No one in mine or Cals family has blonde hair. It will be a dead set giveaway. I don't want anyone to see the child. Only me. Only me so I know what do next. What lies and secrets I need to make up. Things to keep us safe. But yet again I want to be free.

"Rose? ROSE?!", my mother began to start getting desperate, "Rose open up right now!", she demanded. But the truth is I can't.

"Oooooo", I began to concentrate on my breathing, "oooooooooooo, JACK!", it became too much for me to bare.