Titanic: Cold Waters

Chapter One

*Third person

        The grey veil covered Kat's face. She could slightly see through the netting as she paced back in forth, waiting for her moment for the doors to be opened and she'd walk down the isle, facing the man of her dreams. Alas, he wasn't her dream. He was her mother's dream. Kat's soon to be husband was a wealthy, mature, Harvard graduate who happened to be sixteen years older than her. Kat was only twenty-one years old and she was to be married to a man who had nothing but riches. All he had was wealth. He had barely a personality and cracked snide remarks at anything except for things he owned. This man was Marshall Bruce. The doors opened and Kat walked up the red isle. Marshall had planned everything out in the wedding, even Kat's maid of honor. Kat finally arrived and stepped up to Marshall. She hoped her brother Ryan would soon object, but it was no use.

        Right before the priest spoke his prayers, Marshall looked into Kat's eyes and said, "Wake up."

         Kat was suddenly confused. Marshall repeated. "Wake up!"

         "Um, excuse me?" Kat said.

        "Wake up, Kat!" 

        Kat's eyes opened wide as she woke up to Ryan shaking her drastically. She gasped quietly and Ryan stopped shaking her. "We're leaving today."

       Kat sighed. "I know that, but I would like to sleep!"

        "Kat! Titanic leaves in four hours! It set sails at twelve pm! You have to eat, dress yourself, and make sure you have everything!"

           "I'll be downstairs in a minute, Ryan..."

             Ryan nodded and stood up from Kat's bed, quietly closing the door behind himself. Kat could hear him walk down the stairs. Kat swung her feet from her bed, standing to her feet. Kat was going to New York City. Kat has always wanted to be there! She was to set up her own personal bakery after they board Titanic. She was moving there with Ryan and unfortunately Marshall. Marshall was also voyaging with Ryan and Kat. Later on in the year Kat was to marry Marshall. Marshall abused her in many ways, verbally and physically. Kat loathed every second she spent around Marshall. When with Marshall, she was to do everything she was told. She tried to stand up to Marshall, but Marshall always hit her. That's the part about Marshall Kat's mother didn't see.

     Kat stood up straight. She looked at the many suitcases of her clothing and belongings. She had the clothing she was wearing that day already prepared on her dresser. Kat slid off her velvet slippers. She slided on her panty hose and took off her morning, light pink, night gown. Just then, a knock on the door was heard. Kat knew exactly who it was and didn't bother to respond.

   "Oh kitty Kat! May I come in?" asked a voice. It was a known voice. It was the foul, slithering voice of her fiance. 

   "No, I am dressing and requesting respect," Kat told him directly.

    "Please, my lady!" Marshall requested once again.

     "I told you once and I'll tell you once again. You may leave the doorstep and leave me to dress."

      Then, angry and determined, Marshall busted open the door. Kat gasped, quickly covering up the top part of her body with her night gown. She had a bra on, but even then she'd be giving in. Marshall shook his head slowly. Suddenly, Marshall, pushed Kat to the wall painted white. Kat dropped the nightgown that had been covering her.

   "You're too shy..." Marshall said in a disappointed tone. "I'm given my desires. You, my dear, and your powerful female hormones are one of them."