ALL I NEED
Chapter Twenty-One
It was just past noon on the same
day of Larry's stunning revelation. I couldn't stop thinking of how I had
broken his heart. I wanted so much to do something to not make him suffer, but
there was nothing I could do. I did not love him, not that way. I loved Harry
with all my heart, and I couldn't leave that behind to try to spare him pain.
Then I remembered his words--there are little sacrifices that need to be made
if you want to be happy. It's a myth that happiness is all about happiness. It
isn't. But there are ways that you can be happier, and that is when you choose
what your heart tells you.
And then I remembered him saying
that he wanted me to follow my heart. My heart was telling me to be with Harry.
Since the first time I had seen him it had been telling me that, but with time,
the message had become more clear. Now, it was as if my own heart was screaming
to my mind that I should be with him. But on the other hand, I didn't want
Larry to suffer because of that.
"Miss Catherine?" a
voice called from the hallway to the main parlor of the house. I was sitting in
one of the parlors, staring at the piano.
"Yes, Susan?" I looked
up at her.
"Mr. Brown is waiting for
you in the other parlor, Miss."
"Thank you." I nodded
and looked at the piano. I had thought he wouldn't come.
I sighed and stood up, adjusting
the train of my white dress and the necklace with the C at my throat. I stood
quietly for a few seconds. What would it be like now? Should I tell Harry? I
had no secrets from Harry, but should I really tell him?
I shook my head. Just follow
your heart, Catherine, I thought, and took my gloves from the couch,
putting them on as I walked towards the other parlor.
"Larry?" I called. He
was standing with his back to me, analyzing an enormous Monet painting that we
had beside the door.
"Hello, Catherine." He
turned around to look at me. He had a smile on his face, but I could tell he
was not very happy. "How are you?"
"I'm all right." I
nodded, approaching him. "How are you?"
"I will be all right."
He nodded back. He knew I was asking about this morning. "I wanted to ask
you something." I nodded. "Please don't tell Harry about what I told
you today in the morning."
"Why not?"
"Because he might not trust
me to take you to him anymore. Plus, his head is full of problems now. He doesn't
need this," he said calmly.
"All right." I nodded
thoughtfully.
"Shall we?" He offered
me his arm, as if nothing had happened between us during the morning, as if
everything was the same. I thought perhaps this was his way of dealing with the
situation--ignoring it. And so I took his arm, as if everything was still the
same.
*****
"Will you be joining us
today, Larry?" Harry asked him as soon as he took me in his arms. He was
leaning against a tree and my head was on his chest, watching Larry. This was
uncomfortable.
"No, not today." He
looked at me for a second. I knew why he wouldn't join us this time. "But
I will be back at the usual time to take her back. Don't worry."
"All right, then."
Harry smiled and nodded, shaking Larry's hand, and soon both of his hands were
on my waist again. "We will see you."
"I’ll see you, Larry."
That was all I could say. I couldn't even look at him.
"You look concerned,"
Harry said, looking down at me. I tilted my head back a little to look into his
eyes. "Is everything all right?"
"Yes, it is." I smiled
faintly. "How is everything going at the hearings?" I managed to
change the subject.
"This was my last day. I
also can't understand why they ask people to testify on Saturdays," he
said thoughtfully, and then gently kissed the top of my head. "One more
week and I will finally receive my paycheck. Molly is already booking passage
for the day after your wedding. The ship will leave in the morning."
"I'm not sure if I'm
entirely prepared for traveling on a ship," I said quietly. The thought
had just crossed my mind. I was still traumatized.
"I know it's
difficult." He tightened his hug a little bit, resting his chin on the top
of my head. "But I will be with you. I know this doesn't sound very safe,
since I was one of the officers on the Titanic, but I thought of saying it to
calm you anyway." He laughed at his dark joke. I couldn't help but giggle,
too.
"Well, I feel safe if you're
around." I smiled and moved a little to look into his eyes, both of my
hands on his neck as our noses touched. He had his face down, looking into my
eyes. "You know I love you, don't you?"
"You tell me that every day,
and so do I, but I'm never tired of hearing it." He smiled.
"I love you," I
whispered, and he kissed me gently for a second. "Harry, I'm scared of
running away with you."
"I know," he said
quietly, still looking closely at my eyes. "But this is the only way. You
want to come with me, don't you?"
"Yes." I nodded, and
then I couldn't help but think of Larry. What would happen to him? "Yes, I
do. That's what my heart tells me to do."
"Then so be it, my princess."
He grinned and kissed my lips softly again.
*****
"Leave, Susan." My
mother's voice came from behind me. I turned around to face her, standing in
the doorway, her robe on. Susan looked at me. She had just finished brushing my
hair before I went to sleep. I nodded for her to leave, and as soon as she left
the room, my mother entered, closing the door.
"Do you need to talk to me,
Mother?" I asked apathetically. I knew that look on her face...she wasn't
happy.
"Catherine..." She
started walking quietly from the doorway, stopping in front of me, her eyes
fixed on mine. Her face was pinched. She was angry. She closed her eyes and
took a long breath. "Catherine, I followed you today."
I froze. My eyes opened wide as
I, in reflex, stepped away from her. I swallowed dryly. I wouldn't say
anything. Maybe she was playing with me...challenging me to say something. I
tried to remain emotionless.
"I saw you with that
officer. Lowe, isn't it?" she asked. My prayers were unanswered.
"Mother, I--"
"For how long this has been
happening under my nose?" she cut in dryly.
"It...started...before,"
I said slowly, looking away from her eyes.
"How before?"
"On the Titanic, the second
day," I said quietly. There was no point in lying to her anymore.
"On the Titanic? On the
Titanic?" Her voice rose suddenly. She tried to contain herself by closing
her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Who else knows about this?"
"Cal," I said quietly.
Her eyes opened quickly in shock. "He tried to stop everything," I
said shortly. She didn't have to know how he tried to stop me. That would make
the thing much more disastrous.
"Apparently it didn't
work." She looked at me almost in disgust. "How far have you
gone?"
"You mean--"
"Yes, I do." She cut
in. Was she asking if I had gone far enough with Harry?
"We did it." I nodded
quietly. No sooner had I finished confirming that when she slapped me on the
face suddenly. This was so unexpected that I almost fell to the floor, losing
my balance. I held onto the couch beside the bed, catching my balance again, my
other hand on my cheek. I had my head down, not looking at her.
"And all of this was
happening under my nose!" she said, her voice shaking as she tried to keep
it down. "Catherine, you are forbidden to leave this house without me. Do
you understand? I don't want to see that Brown man here, either, nor his
mother."
"Mother, it's not their
fault--"
"I don't care whose fault is
this. I'm putting an end to it!" She took my arms, making me look at her.
"I will not let you ruin your life." It was the same speech as Cal
had given me.
"My life or your life?"
I stared at her with a defiant look as she held me tight. She stared quietly at
me. Clearly she wasn't expecting me to confront her. "No matter what you
do, I will not stay with Henderson."
"What are you saying?"
Suddenly she let me go, her face becoming a little scared.
"You heard it perfectly. You
can lock me in the house, you can beat me, you can hunt me down. I will not
stay with Henderson," I said clearly. I had never been so bold in my life.
"What are you talking
about?" she asked again. Surely she understood that I would stay with
Harry, but the idea seemed so absurd in her mind that she wasn't able to
process it.
"I'm saying that I will
leave with Harry." I kept looking into her eyes. She stepped away from me
in shock. "Forever."
"You cannot do this. You
wouldn't--no, no, you wouldn't." She started to shake her head. "I
will not let you do this."
"What are you going to do?
Tell my father? Tell Henderson? It would be much worse for you if you told
them." I walked closer to her. "I could have done this the easy way,
Mother. But you left me no choice. You all trapped me into this marriage...I
don't love him, I never will, and I will not stay with him."
"Catherine, listen to yourself!"
she almost screamed again, and looked around, containing herself. "Listen
to yourself!" she repeated quietly. "You sound like...like a...like
a..."
"Say it! Like what? A whore?
A mistress? A prostitute?" She stared at me in shock. And for the first time,
I was so sure of my words in an argument with her that I did not even feel
nervous. "Why do I sound like that? Because I don't want to marry a man I
don’t love? I would be a mistress, a bawd, you name it, if I kept going with
this. Do you know why? Because you're selling me to him!" I pointed to all
the jewelry on my vanity.
She looked at the jewelry and
then back at me. She had started crying by then. There was a long moment of
silence between us as she stared at the floor and I simply watched her.
"I will not let you do
this," she said quietly. "You will stay here."
"I told you there is no
use," I protested.
"Until I have a way to
control it, yes, there is a use," she said in reprimand, looking at me.
"Good night, Catherine." She turned around and within seconds she
left the room, running away from the problem.
I knew there was nothing she
could do. She wouldn't tell my father or Mr. Henderson because that would just
make things worse. She would try to keep me away from Harry for as long as she
could, but she knew, and I knew, that it wouldn't be long.