CALIFORNIA PARADISE
Chapter Thirty-Five

"So, what’s your story?" July sixteenth had been brought upon them just two hours ago, and the princess had been forced to bed and only fell asleep with the consolation that the sooner she went to bed, the sooner she could wake up and celebrate. Meanwhile, Jack and Rose were just about ready to turn out the lights.

Rose sat propped up by the satin pillows, and her silk nightgown reflected all the colors of the light. "I’ve told you my story."

"Not all of it." Jack was strictly against pajamas. He sat in underpants and T-shirt while he twirled a strand of Rose’s hair around his finger.

"Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Have I ever lied to you before?"

"The first eleven years of my life were pure heaven. We had this big, modern mansion and I could do whatever I wanted. My mother always wanted to reform me and make me into a lady. And she did, but only to some extent. My father happened to have the kindest soul in the universe, and even Mother wouldn’t dare talk back to him. He was never cruel, and I’ve never once seen him lay a finger on her or raise his voice. It’s just that when you look into his eyes, you know you shouldn’t mess with him. He taught me to fight with words, not through hatred. I could go on for ages about all the values he taught me, and if it hadn’t been for those values, I might not be here today. Mother taught me values in her own way. She showed me how to be a fighter and be persistent. But that was all shattered when she remarried. I was thirteen, and even then I could tell that Hiber was trouble. I was right. Slowly, I began to watch my own mother become a hypocrite to her words. He hit her, and he raised his voice. I loathed him through and through. I found him weak and stupid. He sensed this, and had Mother send me away to school. There, I picked my friends carefully. I studied everyone and finally made my selections. I picked the rebels. The ones that fought for their freedom from that prison they called a boarding school, and you could just see their whole bodies shake with confusion at not being free. Unfortunately, after only a year, the school began to take its toll on them. They soon turned into robots that wouldn’t have left the school if killer sharks attacked. I found myself alone. I begged for mercy from my parents, but Hiber did a good job of keeping the letters from reaching Mother. My next tactic was to fit in. I was the perfect young lady. The administrators raved about me. After being one of their most difficult students, they practically sent a letter home every day to show how proud they were. But I wasn’t the perfect young lady. Inside, I screamed for freedom. At sixteen, I was finally taken home for good. My first day back was spent at Hiber’s funeral. I was truly sad that he was dead. No matter how horrible a person is, I would never even dream of being glad when they were gone. But I was glad for my new freedom. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to enjoy it for very long. Mother pounced on me with our debts. I had never worried about money a day in my life, so you can imagine how I didn’t take it for real. I was just, Okay. That’s too bad. What else is new? I was snapped into reality when I realized why it was so crucial that I be nice to this one particular man that was a friend of Hiber’s. I had always naturally assumed that I would stumble across some perfect guy, or Daddy would come for a visit and bring Prince Charming along with him. I was totally unprepared for Mr. Caledon Hockley. My life from then to Titanic seemed like one, long, horrible day. Things went too fast, and there was no way that I could stop them. If it wasn’t Cal inviting me to go someplace, Mother wanted us to go someplace! Oh! And then there was the engagement! We were at my house, on the little backyard porch, and it was so rehearsed. Just the way he said it gave me a flash of Mother telling him what to say word for word. Rose, would you be my wife forever and for always? He didn’t even ask it. He just said it as a statement. All I could do was stare down at the diamond and picture forever and for always with him. I must have stared for a long time, because he laughed, and said, It’s wonderful. I know. I’ll just take your response as a yes, then. Before I had even realized what had just happened, he’d already got up, hugged me, and gone back inside the house to spread the news. Then, it was a series of trips, one after the other. The Titanic was just another one to me. It was on the morning right before boarding that I woke up--my eyes must have been the size of saucers, and it finally hit me what exactly was waiting for me back in America. But I never lived that life out. Instead, the universe had something else in store for me."

Rose went on with the story. She went through her point of view on the Titanic, even describing the parts Jack already knew. Then, she went on to the year spent with Rich and separated from Jack. Finally, she got to the bliss and pleasure.

"All my life I dreamed of a paradise that the angels themselves might look down on and envy. And I wanted those cheesy storybook endings where all the characters meet at the end and everyone is happy. I have my California paradise already. And, sooner than soon, I’m going to get my happily ever after."

"That was an amazing story."

"I don’t think I’ll ever tell it again."

"Why not?"

"Because it’s meant to replay over and over again in my heart. Not be tomorrow’s gossip."

"I’ll tell you what. When you’re an old, old woman, just days before going to bed and getting her eternal rest, you should tell the story. I’ll, of course, be long gone, because everyone knows you’re gonna wear me down any day now, but you’ll be just as vibrant as ever."

"I would never know the right time. Or the right people to tell it to. Or even the right way to tell it."

"I have a feeling you’ll know," Jack assured her, just before switching the lights off.

Chapter Thirty-Six
Stories