Jack Dawson Must Die
Chapter One
"My goodness, Rose," my mother, Ruth, commented, looking embarrassed. "You act as if you'd rather be dead than spend the next four months will Cal and me."
I would rather have been dead. I rolled my eyes at my mother. "Well, to be honest Mother, being trapped with you all winter sounds worst than hell." A smile of triumph appeared and a slight giggle escaped my lips.
"I will hear no more of that," Ruth ordered.
The hotel was quite big. My eyes wandered around, bringing in every detail. Since no one stayed in the hotel during the winter, my family, along with the janitor, would stay here all season.
The only reason Cal wanted to do this before we married was because he wanted to see what it was like to be secluded with me. My mother was invited along, despite cries from myself, because she was going to be living with us once we were married. This did not make me too happy. It was bad enough to have to live with Caledon Hockley, but my mother too? Ever since my father had died, my mother had been unbearable.
"The unpacking is being taken care of," Cal said, joining us. "I'm so glad my father thought of this splendid idea, don't you sweetpea?"
I nodded with a fake smile.
The only person I liked in my family was my aunt Victoria. I wish she was going to be here. The people that were going to be here were Cal, Ruth, and Spicer Lovejoy. We also were told a janitor would be here all winter to work on the building.
A man approached us. "Well, after tonight it will be just you," he said with a kind smile. "All of the servants will be evacuating by dinner time."
"Didn't you say something about a janitor being with us all winter?" Cal asked, sounding annoyed that there would be other people here besides his soon to be family.
"Ah, yes," he said. "Would you like to meet him?"
We nodded and followed the man up to the third floor. "Since you will have the east wing, Mr. Dawson will not get in your way, I assure you."
Then, that was the first time I saw him. The first time I saw the man of my dreams.
"Mr. Dawson," the man said, waving him over to us.
I locked eyes with him. We held each other's gaze. Oh, his eyes, how his eyes made me feel. The deepest color of blue.
"Nice to meet you," he said. "Call me Jack."
When we shook hands it was like electricity shot through my body. I have never felt this way about anyone in my entire life. It was like...it was like....I can't even describe it. It just felt...right.
"She's my fiancée," Cal said to Jack. "Her name is Rose."
Jack smiled. "Rose? Pretty name."
I just know that I blushed and smiled back at him. He was so beautiful. His blonde hair fell into his eyes, and occasionally he would put it behind his ear. How could a man this beautiful be a janitor?
Jack was on my mind as the rest of us walked to our part of the hotel. Had he felt the same way I had? Was it like love at first site for him as well? Oh, and how it frustrated me that I knew there was no way to find out answers to my questions. Would I run into Jack a lot over the winter? I prayed that I would.
Soon, night at taken over the sky and all was quite. I took a glance of myself in the mirror. Was this really who I was? Just a spoiled, rich brat? I never wanted to live my life this way. It just kind of happened. "How did it ever end up like this?"
I heard a knock at the door.
Without even asking who it was, they just came in. It was Cal. "Getting ready for bed already?" He asked me with a sly smile on his face.
I nodded.
"You know Rose," he said, sitting on the end of my bed. "Your mother would not care if we shared the same bed..."
I knew it. It had to come up sometime. Up until that point I had been a virgin. I remembered telling Cal that I wanted to remain that way until we were married. I wanted to put it off as long as possible.
"I wouldn't feel right about it," I said simply.
"Why?"
"Does the bible not have it written?"
Cal sighed. "The bible also says to obey your parents. You don't seem to mind breaking that commandment of the Lord."
True.
Without notice, Cal leaned forward and started to kiss my neck. I sat there a moment, not knowing what was my next step.
"I'm tired," I said, almost chocking on my words. "We can do this some other..."
"No," he whispered into my ear. "It has to be here. It has to be now."
I wanted to scream.
"I'm sorry Cal," I muttered, trying my best not to cry. "I can't do this. Not now."
He looked at me. I could tell he was frustrated, and I didn't know what he was going to do or say next.
"Alright," he said. "But by tomorrow night you should be ready, Rose. We're alone here, away from everyone. It's perfect."
I nodded. "Tomorrow night." I'd find a way out of it by then, right?
As he left my bedroom, a sigh of relief escaped me, and I couldn't believe how much I despised that man. How could I hate someone I was soon to marry? I didn't know how I let everything get so crazy.
There was a point when I loved him. The good old days when we first met. He was such a gentleman. Too bad I found out what the real Caledon Hockley is like. It's all about money and power. That's all that matters.
Did he love me? I doubt it. He probably loved showing me off to everyone.
My family used to be very wealthy. Then, my father, oh, poor Daddy, gambled it all away. I don't blame him. He was going crazy inside because of Mom. He died six months later from a heart attack. I still miss him.
I started to unpack the rest of my things, mad at myself for forgetting my diary. Then my mind went back to Jack. I wonder what he's doing right now. And...how can he be a janitor? He should be a super-model or something. He was gorgeous.
I woke up early the next morning, eager to search the hotel. I was out of my room by 7 A.M. I went down to the pool and explored first. It was quite a lovely pool. I was surprised to see that they kept it out for us. As I reached the lobby, I saw a familiar face...
"Good morning, Rose," he said with his cutest smile.
"Good morning, Jack," I replied with a smile.
"What are you doing up so early?"
I shrugged. "Just exploring. This is quite a hotel."
Jack nodded. "I've been working here for a few years now...since my parents died."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's okay." I could tell he didn't want me to feel sorry for him. "It pays good and I still have a little time to work on my drawings." He said it as if everyone in the world was an artist. I smiled adoringly at him.
"You draw?"
"Well...yeah. Mostly portraits...things like that."
"You'll have to show me your work sometime."
He smiled, again. "I'd love to."
I got back to my room and Cal was there. He asked me where I'd been and I told him I was looking around. He didn't seem too impressed, but I don't give a damn anymore. It's my life...right? I can't stay locked up in his little rich world forever.
"I can't wait until tonight," he said, pulling me into his arms and holding my behind.
"Oh."
"You're not backing out...are you?"
"I just think that..."
Cal put his finger over my lips. "Shhh, I will hear no more of it. You won't regret this, Rose. I promise. I'll give you what you want. I'll give you what you need."
A gun to kill myself so I won't have to sleep with you?
After he left I went into the bathroom and pucked my guts out.