a story im in the writing

MY STORY

Chapter 1

“Jack is gone. I cant go back to Cal.” These thoughts and more were running through Rose’s mind. It was the last day on the Carpathia and the rain pouring down on her wasn’t helping her thinking. “What am I going to do...?” She thought. “May I take your name love,” an officer with a clipboard asked her. “Dawson. Rose Dawson.”. “Why did I say Dawson?” She didn’t know, but it felt....right. Berrrrrrrr, berrrrrrrrrr. The horn rang, singling the ship coming into bay.

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1 hour later


“Ruth, I know of your problems, I will make sure you live in a decent lifestyle.” Cal said.
“I don’t want your money, if you wouldn’t have locked that boy up Rose wouldn’t have gone to get him and died,” Ruth yelled. Cal’s temper rose.
“Fine. Don’t take my money, go and die for all I care, go rot with your slut of a daughter and her lover in Hell ” Unknown by Cal, Molly Brown heard the whole thing and came up to defend the now crying Ruth.
“You just wait a minute Mr. Hockley, you have no right to talk about Ruth, Rose, or Jack like that, Rose and Jack are not rotting in Hell, they’re all in a better place right now, and I will take care of poor Ruth here ” She faced Ruth.
“Come on, let’s get off this crowded pier, and into a taxi.”

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10 minutes later

“Oh, what am I going to do?”She whimpered in a dark alley. She didn’t know at all what she was supposed to do. A lady with brownish-blond hair was walking past the same alley with a cart full of bags and saw Rose. “ Oh my ” She exclaimed seeing the poor young lady crying it the middle of the ally. “Ma’am, are you ok?” The lady asked. Rose was surprised to here a voice. “ Oh ..... I’m ...... fine, please don’t worry about me.” Rose said, trying to hide the depression in her voice. “ Sorry miss, but you are not alright.” She said. “ Im fine .... really I am”Rose said, but she couldn’t take it anymore and broke down into a flood of tears. “ Oh, you poor thing come with me ” The lady’s voice was full of sympathy, and Rose obeyed her.

The walk to lady’s house was short, with in about five minutes they arrived at a two-story brick house. When they walked in the women yell “ Frank, throw some hot-chocolate on the stove, we have a guess.”Then said, “Where are my manners, my name is Samantha McGean. What is your name dear?”she asked. “ Rose Dawson, I am really sorry, I should leave I don’t want to impose.” She exclaimed. “Your not imposing, we love guess.” After she said this, a middle-aged blond-haired man with a lovely Irish accent came walking with a tray of tree mugs smelling of chocolate. “ Of course we love guess, we never get any.” He said in a friendly way. “ Im frank McGean, and of corse you’ve already meat my lovely wife Samantha.” He let his wife cut in. “ Frank, can you believe I found this young lady in the dark, wet ally all alone crying? Good thing I didn’t let you go shopping with your cold, she probably wouldn’t come here with some man.” The Samantha looked at her husband and laughed at her last comment. “ But seriously know with a matter with you, your not hurt are you.” Some how Frank knew what was wrong. “You lost a loved one, didn’t you?” Rose replied with a “ Yes, on a ship.” She didn’t need to tell them what a ship it was, they knew.









That night

Rose was in the guest bedroom, it was very nice, the bed was softer then a bin full of feathers, and it smelled of peppermint. She heard two knocks at the door, and Mrs. McGean walked in.
“Darling, are you going to be alright?”
“Yes, but I feel bad about being here, you shouldn’t have to look after me.”
“Know you stop that talk, if you think I could just leave some poor young lady in a wet, dark ally, you must be crazy Know you get some rest.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good.” with that she closed the door and left.


The Beginning of a new life



There is bright light, a man is walking out of it. Its Jack. Rose is watching him from the port stern. He comes to her. “Rose, I’m happy where I am now. I’m at peace. Don’t be sad, move on. Promise.

Rose waked up in a cold sweat, crying. “Jack, why did you die? Why?!”. Samantha came running in the room, over to Rose, who was now sitting up, and cradled her head, saying everything would be fine.


That morning





MS. ROSE DEWITT BUKATER, DAUGHTER
TO RUTH AND THE LATE SAMUAL DEWITT BUKATER
DIED THE 15TH ALONG WITH 1500 OTHER PEOPLE
ON THE R.M.S. TITANIC. SHE WAS COMING BACK
WITH HER MOTHER AND HER FIANCEE, STEEL TYCOON
CALDON HOCKLY FROM A TOUR OF EUROPE. SUSPITIONS
RISE, AS THE FACT THAT HER MOTHER AND
FIANCEE LIVED. WHEN ASKED ABOUT THIS,
THEY WOULD NOT TALK.
MS. ROSE DEWITT BUKATER’S FUNERAL WILL
BE HELD NEXT SUNDAY AT 4:00 P.M.


“This is wonderful”, Rose said. “They think me to be dead”.

Samantha walked in on Rose with Rose’s coat, and a silver chain dangling from her hand. it’s the Heart of the Ocean. “I went to go clean your coat and found this in it.”

“I can explain”. Rose griped the arm of the chair she was on.

“I would like that”.

“ I’m not a poor girl, as you may of thought”.

“Really?”. She said in a sarcastic voice

“I was a first class passenger on the Titanic, I ran away because my husband died, and I don’t have any other family, so I ran to an ally and that’s where you found me.” Rose hated lying, but she had no choice. And she knew she was going to have to leave soon

Samantha set Rose’s stuff down and left the room.

A week later.

Rose left the McGeans, and went on a job search. She found a job in the acting industry, not as an actor but as an assistant to a guy named Tom Whiteside who made posters for the movies coming out. She also found a small room for board in a boarding house for women.

“Rose, can you get me those bluish pencils over there for me?” Tom Asked. Tom was a good looking fellow, with black hair and hazel eyes, and well built, he was nineteen. Two years older then Rose.

“Of coarse”. Rose gets the pencils and gives them to him.

“Thank you”. They were doing a poster for a movie called “According to Law” coming out that May.



“How well do you think the movie will be”.

“Okay. I like the title.” He kept his eyes steady like Jack.

“Tom?”

Hu?”

Don’t you ever wish you were acting instead of doing this?”

“All the time, acting is my passion, but lately that’s not been what’s on my mind.” His face turned depressed looking.

“What’s on your mind?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”






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Denver


Molly Brown was sitting next to Ruth in a touring Renault similar to the one on the Titanic.

“Why is this happing Molly?” Ruth asked. If you could of seen her, you would of wanted to cry your eyes out. She was a mess, not only her mind, but her clothes. She wouldn’t take off the clothes she had been wearing in the lifeboat.

“Don’t worry, there’s still hope that she lived, she might have had memory lose, or she was too a scared to tell anybody on the Carpathia who she was. Everything will be find. Look were almost to my house.” Molly gave Ruth a reassuring squeeze of her hand.
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Molly’s House



When they arrived at Molly’s home, Ruth was in a bit of aw. Molly’s house was nothing like a mansion in Philadelphia. This house looked wealthy, but had a sense that it wasn’t always that way.



Molly and Ruth walked in the house, and instead of a maid to greet them or anything like that, she just yelled “ Hey, get down here and greet me, ya old son of a guns”. Ruth was not at all use to this. First, her husband, JJ, came down, followed by her son and daughter in-law , Larry and Eileen, next came her daughter, Helen.

This new life was sure to change Ruth.






Chapter III



“Ms. Dawson, I do have to say I love this poster”, complimented Tom.

“Why thank you, Mr. Whiteside.” Rose said in a snotty accent.

“Shell we go to the Café Collet to celebrate?” Said Tom in an English accent.

“That would be nice, you lead the way.” With that they walked arm and arm, with there noses pointed high, to the café.


Once they arrived, they took a seat right outside a glass window with the words Café Collet. Tom was Rose’s first real friend, besides Jack, of coarse.

A red haired man came up to take there order.

“What would you lovely couple like on this fine day?” Rose nor Tom informed him that they were not a couple.

“I’ll have a cup of tea and a croissant.”

“Same here.” said Tom.

“It will be ready in a minute.”