Written by Stylesxclash
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.

"I had hoped you would come to me last night," Cal whispered, slightly annoyed with the recent crowd Rose had been accompanying of late.

"I was tired," Rose replied, trying not to show any emotion about the subject.

"Yes. Your exertions below decks were no doubt exhausting," Cal said, an arrogant look upon his face.

The red-haired beauty, as Cal said this, took a decent sip of her drink, then brought it to just below her breast area. Just as Cal finished his sentence, she gave him a quick, almost annoyed look, then set the small, fragile teacup on the round table. She took a deep breath. "I see you had that undertaker of a manservant follow me." Rose was just about to her breaking point when she saw the anger fill in Cal’s eyes. Something big, but not in a good way, was about to happen. His true colors were about to show.

Adding fuel to the fire, Cal told her, "You will never behave like that again, Rose! Do you understand?" Cal looked at her like she was a piece of his property.

Taken back, almost at a loss for words, Rose seemingly came up with something proper to say, surprisingly enough. She had never thought to do something such as this until now. "I’m not some foreman in one of your mills that you can command! I’m your fiancée–"

She was cut off. No surprise there, of course. "My fiancée...yes, you are! And my wife!" She was not cut off by what Cal was saying, but by what he did. Actions spoke louder than words.

Cal exploded, something Rose hadn’t ever seen him do--to her, anyway. He flipped the table over. China, cups, silverware, and anything else that was on the table flew onto the floor. The man quickly bent over, close to Rose’s face, holding his temper. Cal quickly finished his sentence this time, right in front of her face. He wanted to make extra sure that she was listening loud and clear. "In practice if not yet by law. So, you will honor me as a wife is required to honor her husband! I will not be made out a fool! Is this in any way unclear?"

Rose was frozen in fear. She shook her head loosely left-to-right, completely at a loss for words. She was afraid. Cal walked away, fuming.

He had made himself abundantly clear, and Rose was listening. Trudy quickly rushed in to clean up the mess.

"We had...a little accident...I’m sorry, Trudy…" Rose said, tears slowly building up in her eyes.

"It’s all right, miss," Trudy reassured her.

"Let me help you..." Rose said as she got of her chair and onto the floor, feeling even worse about the mess that Trudy, her maid and, must she say, her only friend on board, was stuck cleaning up the mess she had basically caused by opening up her big mouth. Rose, you’re so stupid! she said to herself, saying it in her head.

Rose’s thoughts were fuzzy. Everything was just so surreal and blurry. Rose’s body slid backwards, sliding the chair behind her backwards just a tad. The screech of the chair echoed. Finally, the tears fell from Rose’s eyes, every bit of emotion finally catching up to her. She was trapped, and she knew it. Even her mother knew it. But her mother, Ruth, and even Rose herself, didn’t have the strength to say that Rose was trapped. If they did open their mouths, there went their money and there went them having a debt-free life.

The End.

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