MY STORY AFTER TITANIC SANK
Chapter Two
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"I'm glad you changed your mind,
sweetpea. We'll be married next Thursday."
"What?"
"Is there something wrong, Rose?"
"No. I just thought the wedding wouldn't
be so soon. That's all," I said. Cal looked at me with a smile.
"The sooner the better, Rose," he
said, leaving the room.
*****
The next day, I heard Cal's footsteps down
the hall. He turned the doorknob and came in.
"Are you eating downstairs or not?"
"Yes. I'll be ready in a few
minutes."
"All right. I'll be waiting outside the
door," he said, shutting the door behind him. I finished with my makeup
and hair and opened the door. Cal escorted me to the dining room. We sat down
at the cherry wood table. After a while, the cook brought out the food.
"The engagement gala is tomorrow night,
sweetpea."
"Sounds exciting, darling," I said,
faking a smile.
"Your attitude has changed, obviously
for your best interest," Cal said. We ate the rest of our meal in silence.
He led me back upstairs to my room.
"I'll be back after work. You had better
behave, Rose."
"I will," I said, as he left the
room. After his footsteps descended down the hall, I sat down on the ledge by
the window and stared out at the horizon.
*****
Before I even knew it, it was sunset and Cal
was on his way home. I heard the door open and I heard him talking with
someone. I opened my door to hear what they were saying.
"Did she leave the house?"
"No. In fact, I heard no noise from up
there."
"Did you go up to check and make sure
she was still here?"
"No."
"What?" he yelled. Then I heard his
footsteps come up the stairwell, so I went over and sat where I was sitting
earlier. The door opened and I turned my head and looked at him.
"Well, you did behave."
"I said I would, didn't I?"
"Yes, that you did," Cal said,
walking towards me, smiling. "And because you behaved so well, I'm going
to reward you," he added, his smile growing bigger by the minute. He
grabbed me and pulled me over to the bed. Cal forced me onto the mattress, and
pinned me down. Cal unbuttoned his pants and started tearing off my clothes.
"Cal, stop!"
"Sweetpea, I thought you liked it. You
obviously liked Jack doing it," he said. I tried to struggle, but to no
avail. He slapped me until my struggles ceased. Cal entered roughly into me. He
went faster and faster, and harder and harder every minute. I cried out in
pain. Jack hadn't been rough with me that night on the Titanic, so it didn't
hurt this much, but this--this was complete torture. Never in my life had I
felt this kind of pain. Cal's reward, as he put it, only lasted three minutes,
but it seemed like an eternity. He had wanted me to become his, and now I was.
Cal threw a blanket on me, got his pants on, and left the room as if nothing
happened.