Future or Past

Jake

There I was, laying underneath the rose-colored covers, next to a stranger. I couldn't sleep. One of the reasons was probably because I was lying in a first class room, on the Titanic with someone who is supposed to be my husband. If you're having trouble imagining how scary it is not knowing who your husband is, I'll just tell you it's terrifying.

He wasn't the worst man I knew. He was incredibly handsome, even when he slept. Whoever this man was, he had a classy build and looked extremely good in a suit. He had a sharp facial structure with defined cheekbones and jawline. Even after he showered, his hair was slicked back. The man had thick, long black hair. Earlier, I accidentally caught him with his shirt off. I didn't get a good look, but from what I could see, his chest was very defined and he had a good set of abs. Not a six pack, but he definitely didn't have a dad bod (thank god).

1:00

Time to explore this place.

I slowly got up from the bed, careful not to wake him up. You know what? I'll just call him Mr. Handsome. To my relief, he didn't show any signs of waking up any time soon. Once I was fully out of the bed, I looked down at my clothes. I wore a flowy nightgown, decorated with lightly colored flowers. It reached my feet and had sleeves that were slightly longer than my arms. Surprisingly, it was the best-looking one I found in my suitcase.

I walked to the door and quietly turned the doorknob. With just my luck, it made a loud click that seemed to pierce through the still silence of the room. I jerked my head to make sure Mr. Handsome hadn't woken up. He must be a really hard sleeper since he didn't even move a muscle.

I walked into the hallway, only to realize I forgot shoes and a jacket. At first, I was nervous about being barefoot on the carpet that lined the long hall. My mother once told me that you could get a fungus of some sort if you walked barefoot in a hotel room. I soon pushed that thought aside and decided to find the main deck of this huge boat. Maybe Trevor would be there.

I tried my best to find my way around the massive vessel. I ended up just walking down random hallways, seeming I didn't have any sort of map. I finally made it to the deck where lounge chairs lined the edges. 

The cold hardwood of the deck on my feet sent shivers up my spine as a gust of wind made me shiver even more.

I turned a corner to see what looked like a little girl slightly hanging over the railing. As I got closer, I saw a pair of legs covered in jean pants, dangling just above the floor. With the darkness surrounding us, the scene was hard to make out.

I ran to the bodies only to find out what was really going on. A little girl, who couldn't be older than 10, had Trevor pinned and hanging over the edge of the boat. I recognized the girls short, light brown hair that fell just above her shoulders. She looked remarkably like the little girl I tried to save on my last visit here.

I winced at the memory as it flashed through my head. It was all so vivid like I was reliving it.

"Hey! Get your hands off Trevor," I yelled. The little girl turned her head to look at me. As our eyes locked, her expression changed from determination to confusion.

"And who are you?" she asked with a thick country accent layering her every word.

"A friend. Now would you mind letting go of him? He's quite fragile, you might break his back or something," I joked, making Trevor sweat a bit.

"Willow, make her let go of me. I may not have been shark bait earlier, but this girl is about to make me some now! Just let go, you little brat!" Trevor yelled. All I saw were arms and legs flailing and I just had to laugh at him. Poor guy was scared for his life. To make it so much better, he was terrified of a 10-year-old.