NOBODY SAID LOVE WAS GONNA BE EASY
Chapter One
Jack woke up at dawn and looked at his
sleeping beauty. Rose lay on her side, facing Jack. She slept peacefully with a
slight smile on her face. She felt safe and loved in his arms and his presence.
Around ten AM, Rose woke up.
"Hey, sleepyhead. How did you
sleep?"
"I slept perfectly. What time is it,
anyway?"
"It’s ten o‘clock. I was going to go and
get us some breakfast. What do you like?"
"I’ll just have a bagel and coffee, if
it doesn’t cost too much."
"Okay. I’ll be right back," Jack
said, quickly, as he went out the door to a café down the street. Rose watched
him as he went in the door of the café. She noticed a black and white Renault
car next door to the café. She didn’t give it much thought until a man in a
black suit came out of the shop and headed towards the car. Rose didn’t have to
look twice, and knew right then and there that it was Cal—but where was her
mother? Rose backed away from the window in fear that he would look up, and sat
on the bed. A few minutes later, she heard the key in the lock, and Jack walked
through the door with two bagels and two cups of coffee. He looked at her and
saw a hint of fear in her eyes.
"Are you okay, Rose?" he asked, concern
in his voice. He walked up to her after he put the bagels and cups on the
table.
"I’m fine. It was just a close
call."
"Close call with what?"
"Cal."
"Was he here?"
"No, but his Renault car was right next
to the café, and he came out while you were ordering. I was afraid he would
look up and see me in the window and come after me, so I backed away from the
window and sat on the bed."
"It’s gonna be okay. I won’t let him
hurt you," he said. He wrapped his arms around her as she fell apart
crying. "Shh. Everything’s fine. He’s not here. I won’t let him get you. I
promise." Jack tried everything to comfort her, but she still kept on
crying. Even though she had her name under Dawson, Cal could still find her if
they weren’t careful.
*****
Later in the day, Jack and Rose left the
boarding house and went to the train station to see when the next train to
Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin was leaving.
"Excuse me, but when is the next train
to Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin?" Jack asked, as they approached the ticket clerk.
"The next train isn’t until May fifth.
Would you like to go ahead and buy your tickets?"
"Actually, we were on the Titanic. The
White Star Line is paying for them."
"Oh, okay. Do you still want to get the
tickets early, then?"
"Yes. Thank you."
"How many do you need, sir?"
"I need two. One for me, and one for my
fiancée."
"All right. Here you go," he said,
handing the tickets to Jack. Once they got out of the station, Rose stopped,
and Jack turned and looked at her, puzzled.
"What is it, Rose?"
"Did you mean it when you said I was your
fiancée, Jack?"
"Yes. Rose, I would be honored if you
married me. I just haven’t had time to ask you today, so here it goes…Rose,
will you marry me?"
"Yes, Jack, I will," she said,
smiling up at him. He picked her up, swung her around, and ended in a deep,
passionate kiss. Rose was the one to break it.
"Jack, what are we going to do about new
clothes? We’ve been wearing these for days now."
"I’ll think of something. Maybe a
shelter has some we can use until we have some money. I also have to find us a cheap
place to stay until we get on the train."
"Yes, but what about in Chippewa Falls?
We won’t have a place there, either."
"Yes, we will. My house is still
standing, but we’ll have to fix it up a bit. Don’t worry. I told you I would
take care of everything, didn’t I?"
"Yes, you did. It’s just that I’ve never
been on the streets, and I’m scared of something happening."
"Like what?"
"Cal," Rose said, looking him
straight in the eye. Jack gave her a hug, and they started searching for
another place to stay and some new clothes.
*****
An hour later, Jack and Rose approached a Red
Cross shelter and went inside. There they were given two sets of clothes each,
a bag of food, and some blankets. They said a quick good-bye and started their
search for a new place to stay.
It was getting dark, and Jack and Rose had
found no place to stay. They had tried several boarding houses, but it cost too
much and they didn’t have enough to stay even one night in them. Jack looked at
Rose, who was barely able to walk now. He looked for a nearby bench for her to
rest, but saw none at that time.
"Come on, Rose. It won’t be that much
farther."
"That’s what you said hours ago, Jack.
Face it. We can’t afford a place."
"I’ll carry you to the nearest bench,
then. Okay?" Jack asked as he tried to pick her up, but she refused.
"No, Jack. It’ll cause too much unwanted
attention, which at this time, we don’t need. Cal might still have doubts that
we died. I’ll just walk slower. All right?" she asked as they entered
Central Park.
"There’s bound to be one in here,
Rose," he said as they walked around the path and finally came upon a
wooden bench and sat down. Jack looked at Rose, who was falling asleep swiftly
as she sat upright.
"Here, Rose. Why don’t you lie down on
the bench? Here’s the blankets, too."
"If I take up the bench, you’ll end up
on the grass. I’m fine."
"I’ve laid down on grass in much
filthier places than Central Park, Rose. Please lie down and rest. You’ll need
it. We have to walk to some other shelter that might be free so that we aren’t
out in the open. Okay?" he asked, handing her both blankets and sitting up
against the bench, watching over her.
"Don’t you need one, Jack?" she
asked in an exhausted tone. Jack looked at her and just shook his head no.
"Go to sleep now, Rose."
"I love you, Jack."
"I love you, too, Rose," he said,
pulling the blankets up to her neck. The park was quiet and peaceful at night,
so it wasn’t long before the sound of her breathing evened for a good night’s
rest. Not long after, Jack did the same and dozed off.
The next day, Jack and Rose found a nearby
Red Cross shelter taking in Titanic survivors, and decided to stay there until
it came time to leave New York City.
May 5, 1912
Grand Central Station
Jack and Rose arrived right on time as the
last call for Chippewa Falls was being made. They handed their tickets to the
officer and climbed aboard. The train wasn’t very crowded; some were headed to
Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois. On the way there, the train had to make five stops
in different areas. It would be about a week before they arrived in Chippewa
Falls, and Rose was just glad that she could get a good rest on the way there.
Rose slept for five hours, until Jack woke her up for dinner on the train.
"Hey, sweetheart. It’s time for dinner.
Wake up."
"Really? How long have I been out of
it?"
"Not long. I’d say about five
hours."
"What?" Rose asked, shocked. Jack
just shook his head and laughed.
"I’m guessing you’ve never done that
before."
"I’ve never taken a long nap before. There
was always some party to attend."
"Now you know what you were missing,
huh?" Jack asked with a loving grin. He took her hand and went to the
dining car. The food they served wasn’t what Rose was used to, but she had to
make do. After all, she was no longer a society debutante. Later that night,
they lay side by side, talking about their future and where their horizon was.
They finally fell asleep in each other’s arms.
May 11, 1912
Day of Arrival
At dawn, the train reached its final
destination of Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin. Jack woke Rose up an hour early so
she could see a bit of the countryside before they got off. Jack and Rose were
about the only people getting off. Rose noticed almost immediately that the
people were the most friendly she had seen in her whole life. They left the
station and headed for his old house.
"It’s about a mile away, but it won’t
take long to get there. Okay?"
"All right," she said as they
headed north towards the house. It wasn’t long before several people started
staring at them.
"Jack, I think they’re staring at
us."
"They aren’t really staring to be rude.
I think they recognize who I am, and are shocked that I’m back and in one
piece."
"Well, well, well. Jack Dawson, is that
you?" a voice asked from behind them. Jack knew that voice.
"Oh, no. Here we go," Jack said,
annoyed.
"What is it, Jack?"
"His name is Matt O’Connor, my rival
since I was in kindergarten. He’s a pain in the ass, so be careful if he comes
around you. Okay?"
"All right," she said as they
turned around and looked at Matt, who had his arms crossed and a smirk
plastered across his face.
"I never thought I’d see your scrawny
ass back here again after your parents died, but I was obviously wrong. Who’s
this little lady?" Matt asked, reaching for Rose’s hand to try to kiss it,
but she pulled it away and smacked him in the face.
"She’s my fiancée, Rose, so don’t even
try to charm her," Jack said, pulling Rose behind him.
"Why would I need someone as feisty as her,
anyway? I’m married and have my own girl to play with."
"We have to go, Matt, so just shut your
trap for now. Come on, Rose. We have to get to the house," Jack said as he
took her hand and left Matt standing in the street, puzzled as to how Jack had
the nerve to stand up to him like that.
*****
Jack and Rose reached the house after an hour
of walking.
"It doesn’t look too bad, Jack."
"I know. It looks like someone has been
fixing it up already, but who?" he asked, leading her up the steps and
into the parlor. They sat on a couch that was still there and put their bags on
the floor for now. Jack left and headed for the market to see what he could
provide for dinner. If nothing else, he could catch some fish in Lake Wissota.
When he got to the market, he was welcomed back by everyone. He even saw
several of his old school friends. One of his friends and his wife invited him
to dinner. He told them yes and that he had to get his fiancée. He reached the
house and told Rose everything. She was glad to get a cooked meal and was glad
she might make a friend. They left about five and reached his friend’s home at
six. It was perfect timing, too. They were led into the dining area, sat down
in the chairs, and began eating.
"So, how did you two meet?" Robert,
Jack’s friend, asked.
"We met on a ship. It was love at first sight."
"That sounds romantic. So, how old are
you, Rose?" Christina, Robert’s wife, asked.
"I’m seventeen. I’ll be eighteen in
October."
"I’m eighteen already, so we aren’t that
far apart in age," she said, enthusiasm in her voice. The conversation lasted
for hours. Jack and Robert caught up on the old days and what Jack had missed
over the years, and Rose and Christina talked about whatever was on their minds
and were fast becoming friends. It was getting late, and Jack and Rose had to
leave and get a good night’s rest. They said their good-byes and headed home.