JACK AND ROSE: PRESENT TIME
Chapter Sixty-Five

Rose and Jack knew that they needed a day alone to think about things. They promised their friends that they would meet up with them later tonight. Jack took Rose on a ride in his tuck around Santa Monica.

"How about," Jack started. "We just go home and make them deal with it."

Rose sighed. "I dunno, Jack. What if they make me go back?"

"I won't let that happen, Rose," Jack said. "Just leave it up to me. I think we can do this."

They pulled up the driveway of their home. Rose didn't know if she was ready to face her mother, but she knew she had to. Jack squeezed her hand to make her feel better, to make her feel she wasn't alone.

Jack put his key in the door, and Rose was happy to find no one in the living room. "They must be in the kitchen," Jack said.

They walked into the kitchen, hand in hand, prepared for what might happen. The first image they saw was Ruth and John drinking coffee and reading the paper. As soon as they entered, Ruth and John's faces went into shock.

"Rose!?" Her mother asked in disbelief.

"Yes, mother," Rose said. "It's me."

Ruth immediately pulled out of her chair and stood, as well was John. "How did you get here?" John asked.

"I took a plane back."

"With Molly's permission?" Ruth asked.

Rose shook her head. "No, mother. I didn't."

"You've got to go back," John said.

"Listen," Jack said, coming forward. "Either both of us stay, or both of us can leave. The ball's in your court."

Ruth put her hands over her mouth and gasped. Everything had been perfect since Rose left. Sure, she missed her only daughter, but it was better off this way. John laid a comforting hand on Ruth's shoulder.

"This is ridiculous," John said.

"Rose," John said. "I'm sorry, but you can't stay here."

Then, Jack took Rose's hand, again, and walked out of the room. But, John and Ruth decided to follow.

"Where will you go?" Ruth asked as she looked at the two foolish young lovers.

"That is none of your concern, Ruth," Jack said.

Jack and Rose walked into Jack's room. Jack began to pack all of his stuff in a suitcase. "You two can't leave," Ruth said.

"Watch us," Rose said.

John took Rose by the arm. "What do you think you're doing? Why are you trying to take away my nephew's future?"

"Let go," Rose said. "You're hurting me."

"Let her go," Jack said.

John ignored the comments. "You're just a little slut, aren't you?" John said. "I never liked you, Rose. I only pretended to make Ruth happy. You're a little spoiled brat who is trying to ruin Jack's life."

Jack and Ruth were silent, waiting for a response from Rose. "Go to hell."

At that moment, John snapped. Everything that he had been holding inside for months was about to come out. He slapped Rose, hard across the face and then pushed her into the wall.

"Rose!" Ruth screamed.

Jack leaned over and picked Rose up. He kissed her and made sure she was okay. Then, Jack had enough. He went straight over to John and punched him, knocking him onto the floor.

Ruth ran to her daughter's side, never knowing her husband would use physical abuse. She hugged her daughter, "Are you okay, Rose?"

Rose nodded. Jack went over and wrapped Rose in his arms again as Ruth walked up to her soon to be ex-husband. "Get out of my house!" She yelled. "I never want to see you again."

John got up onto his feet, slowly. "What about Jack?"

He had to be joking if he though she was going to let him take Jack with him. "If you ever come back to this house or try to contact Jack or Rose, I sue you for physical abuse to my daughter. Is this in any way unclear?"

John shook his head. "It's Crystal Clear."

Chapter Sixty-Six
Stories