AFTER TITANIC
BOOK ONE
Chapter Forty-One
Ten days later, Jack and Rose
returned to Santa Monica, both in high spirits. The visit to
Boston was wonderful. Jack had learned the ropes of the family
business rather easily and Rose had made some great friends with
jack's other relatives. The trip was a success.
"Here we are. We're home,' Jack smiled, placing the key in
the door. "Wonder if everyone was waiting up for us?"
"Well, mother's probably still angry at me. She hasn't
really spoken to me since that arguement," Rose sighed.
"Molly will probably miss us. I still can't believe how
empty the place feels without Eliza and Maxwell. I can't believe
they found a house that quick."
"Well they probably want to get their family started and the
beach house was already cramped with the twins," Jack
shrugged.
Rose just smiled lovingly at her husband as she entered the house
with the sleeping twins.
"Rose you're home," Molly appears in the foyer. "I
wasn't expecting you two back until noon."
"We caught an earlier train," Rose smiled, hugging
Molly. "Is mother still here?"
"Oh yes, but she's still asleep. She was up late last night
complaining about heartburn," Molly nods towards the stairs.
"Heartburn? She never has heartburn," Rose's brow
wrinkles in confusion.
"That's what she said it was darlin'. I didn't argue with
her."
"Well I'll go check on her. We have a lot to talk about.
I'll put the twins down while I'm at it," Rose smiled.
"We'll be down here if you need us," Molly watched Rose
disappear up the stairs. "Well Jack. Tell me about Boston.
What all did you inherit?"
Rose shivers as she puts the children to bed. She didn't like the
dead silence that enveloped the second floor. Sighing deeply,
nervous about the coming confrontation with her mother...Rose
enters her room.
Ruth's eyes are closed her face totally relaxed. She must have
really stayed up to be sleeping so deeply. Taking a deep breath,
Rose approaches the bed. She wants to get everything ironed out
before Ruth and Molly headed back to Wisconsin. Maybe Rose will
offer to take Ruth to Philadelphia next month when she gets some
time off to visit Aunt Pearl.
"Mother?" Rose asked tentatively, shaking her mother.
But Ruth doesn't respond. She remains silent and unmoving. Rose
shakes her harder and calls Ruth a little louder.
"Mother!"
No response. Dread building up in her, Rose bends down and feels
for a pulse. There was none. She leans her head down on her
mother's chest and found no heartbeat. That's when she noticed
how pale Ruth was.
"Jack! Molly!" Rose runs to the top of the stairs and
calls, her voice at the edge of hysteria. "Come quick!"
"Rose darlin' what is it?" Molly rushes up the stairs
with Jack behind her. It's his arms that Rose rushes into.
"Oh Jack it's mother! She won't wake up and she's so cold
and pale and she doesn't have a heartbeat!" Rose cired,
clinging to her husband for dear life and burying her face in his
chest.
"Let me check," Molly enters Ruth's room, leaving Jack
and Rose alone.
"It's okay Rose. I'm sure everything's going to be alright.
I'm sure it will," Jack held her tightly, stroking her hair.
Even though he said the words, dread still raised up in his
heart. If Ruth didn't wake up...it'd destroy Rose.
Jack...go get Maxwell," Molly enters the room. "Hurry.
I'll take care of Rose."
Jack nods and grips Rose shoulders, forcing her to look into his
eyes. "I'll be right back Rose. I promise."
Rose nods, the light quickly fading out of her eyes.
"Go on Jack," Molly pulls Rose into her arms.
"She'll be alright until you get back."
Jack nods and leaves. Twenty minutes later he returns with
Maxwell and Eliza. Eliza immediately goes to her friend's side
and holds her hand while Maxwell examines Ruth. Rose knew the
news were grim when he came out ten minutes later, a solemn
expression on his face.
"Maxwell?" Rose leaves Eliza's side. "How's my
mother? She'll be alright won't she?"
"Rose...Your mother...she's dead. She must have died
sometime last night judging from how cold she is. Did she have
any health problems?"
"She was complaining of heartburn last night," Molly
interjected.
Maxwell nods in understanding. "Sounds like she had a
massive heart attack."
"A heart attack? But she never had any heart problems,"
Rose gasped.
"Uh Rose darlin...she was taking heart medicine. I noticed
her taking some when she moved in with me. I thought she was
still taking them," Molly places a comforting hand on Rose's
shoulder.
"But wasn't she still taking it?" Jack asked.
"Sometimes the medicine loses its potency. If there's no
doctor to keep an eye out for such things...the medicine won't do
any good." Maxwell explains. "Mrs. Brown...has Mrs.
Dewitt Bukater been going to the doctor?"
Molly bows her head and shakes her head. "She never been to
a doctor since I've known her."
"Oh mother," Rose chokes on the sobs she couldn't keep
back any longer. Jack immediately went to his wife and took her
in his arms.
"Shhh Rose. Don't cry," Jack soothed her, trying to
calm her. "She wouldn't want you to cry."
"I'm terribly sorry Rose," Maxwell lays a comforting on
Rose's shoulder. "Let me call the morge so they can come get
her." Jack nods his agreement.
"I'll come with you," Molly and Eliza follow Maxwell
down the stairs.
"Let's go in our room Rose. You need to rest," Jack
leads her into their room and to their bed.
"It's my fault Jack. If I wasn't so insistent...it I had
just done what she wanted...she wouldn't be dead now," Rose
cried. "She was right Jack. I am selfish. I never think of
anyone else's needs except for my own."
"Now Rose that's not true. You're not selfish at all. If you
were, you'd have never came back for m on Titanic when the ship
was sinking...you'd never had jumped off that lifeboat to be with
me if you were selfish," Jack held her even tighter.
"You're the most unselfish person I know and I love you very
much."
"But Jack, don't you see I was selfish...I was always
looking out for myself. The one time my mother had asked anything
from me since our reconciliation and I refused. I only thought
about my need to meet your family and not her need to see her
sister when it would be the last time she would do so," Rose
sobbed. "I should have seen it Jack. I should have seen that
it was her last chance to see her sister."
"Oh Rose. Don't do that to yourself. There's no way you
could've known that this would happen. As far as you knew your
mother was as healthy as a horse," Jack strokes Rose's hair.
Rose cried even harder and scoots closer to Jack. Jack was so
kind and selfless...she didn't deserve to have his love...he
deserved someone a lot more caring...as caring as he was. "I
don't deserve you Jack. You're so kind and I'm so selfish."
"Rose...you're not selfish. And you do deserve my love and
more than that. You deserve to be completely happy, not
miserable...not this," Jack pulls away and look into her
eyes. "You listen to me Rose Dawson and i want you to repeat
after me. You are the most loving caring person in the world and
you deserve the best life has to offer. The death of your mother
was not your fault. you had no way of knowing that she was
ill."
Rose looked into his gaze, which was unwavering. It was the same
gaze he held her in that night when they were in the cold water
and he had made her promise to go on with her life...no matter
what. Sighing deeply, withou any conviction, she repeated the
words Jack had said.
"That's my girl," Jack pulls her back into the hug, not
noticing how the light had never returned to her eyes as she
forced a smile. Rose no longer felt as alive as she had that
morning before they returned to Santa Monica. She felt as dead as
her mother now was and she had no idea how to get that spark of
life back.
Rose had fallen asleep. Leaving Jack time to go downstairs and
fix something for lunch, but molly had beaten him to it.
"How is she Jack?" Molly asked, noticing Jack in the
kitchen doorway.
"Not good Molly. She's blaming herself for this and nothing
I say or do is making a difference to her," Jack sighed and
collapsed into a chair. "What am I going to do if I can't
pull her out of this depression?"
Molly comes over and lays a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Give it time Jack. Just be there for her and give her time
to get over the grief. Rose is a strong girl. She's going to pull
through this just fine...with your love and support."
"I hope so Molly. I hope so," Jack replied as the twins
begin to cry. "I better go get them before Rose wakes
up." Jack gets up and heads for the stairs.
Molly stares after him worry in her eyes. Jack was a stron boy
sure enough...and she meant what she said about Rose. She was
strong too, but was she really strong enough to pull through
this? Was Jack's love enough to help her? Molly sighed and went
back to fixing the casserole.
Five days later...
It was a cold dreary day in Philadelphia when they buried
Ruth Dewitt Bukater right next to her late husband. Of course the
whole Dawson family showed up to show their respects and so were
all the survivors from Titanic and other people who had known
Ruth, including the Hockleys. Of course Cal didn't dare approach
Rose, neither did his father. They were both ashamed of how they
had treated Ruth after the sinking.
Jack had a supporting arm around Rose's shoulder as she watched
the priest perform last rites.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," the priest sprinkles
dust onto the closed coffin. "May she rest in peace."
"No!" Rose screams. "It's dark down there and she
hates the dark! You can't do this to her!" She runs to the
gravedigger and grabs his arm just as he's about to shovel more
dirt into the hole.
"I can't believe the scene she is making," she heard
her cousin Marjorie giggle to her aunt Pearl, but Rose didn't
care. She had to stop them from doing this to her mother.
"Rose stop it. Come back," Jack gently pulls her away
and held her in a tight embrace. "It's okay Rose. She's not
even in there. She's with your father. That's just an empty shell
they're burying down there."
"Jack please make them stop," Rose sobbed, clinging to
her husband.
Jack just held her as the grave digger finished his job, unshaken
by Rose's hysterical outburst. The man was used to scenes like
this...he dealt with them everyday.
"Please sir, keep your wife under control," the digger
hissed to Jack.
"I don't control her sir. Plus her reaction is
understandable since this is her mother," Jack growled back.
The man just shakes his head and continues with his job.
Jack, why don't you just take
Rose on back to the hotel. I'll take care of things here,"
Molly suggests.
"That's a great idea Molly. Thank-you," Jack smiled
before leading Rose out of the cemetery.
That night Rose tossed and turned in the throes of a nightmare.
She was running through a foggy forest, trying to find her
mother, who was calling her name. Finally she found her on a
shipping dock, ready to board the broken ruin of Titanic.
"Mother wait!" Rose cried, trying to reach Ruth before
she could board the ship. "Don't get on that ship!"
"This is your fault Rose!" Ruth shouted. "This is
all your fault for being so selfish!"
"No! Don't say that!" Ruth shouted. "This is all
your fault for being so selfish!"
"No! Don't say that!" Rose cried. "I love
you!"
"All your fault you selfish girl! You don't deserve Jack and
those babies. You don't deserve them at all!"
"Mother!"
"Good-bye Rose!" Ruth turns her back on her daughter,
leaving her sobbing on the shipping deck as the Titanic
disappears back into the sea.
"Mother no!" Rose sooned again and again. "Mother
no."
"Rose darling, wake up," Jack shakes Rose's shoulder.
Her cries has woken him up and now he was trying to comfort her
as best he could. "Shhh Rose. Don't cry. Whatever it was,
it's just a dream."
"No Jack," Rose sobbed. "It was real. She was
boarding Titanic as it probably looks right now. And she said it
was all my fault and I don't deserve you and the children. That I
was too selfish to deserve you three."
"Oh Rose. Don't think that way. We're lucky to have you. I
thank god each day for you. You have to know that by now,"
Jack pulls her into a hug.
"But I killed my mother Jack. How can you still love me
after that?"
Jack pulls away and looks Rose squarely in the eyes. "Now
you listen here Rose. You did not kill your mother. She died of a
heart attack, plain and simple. Tons of people die of heart
attacks every day. It's a natural thing to die of. You had
nothing to do with it."
"But all she wanted to do was visit her sister and I
wouldn't have any of it. Jack, her heart was set on it. If I had
went ahead and gone with her, maybe this wouldn't have
happened."
"Or maybe if she had kept up with her check ups at the
doctors this wouldn't have happened. They would've found a
stronger medicine like Maxwell said. So Rose, you have to stop
blaming yourself for what you had no control over. Do you
understand me?"
Rose looked into Jack's eyes and nods.
"That's my girl," Jack grinned, pulling her back into
his arms. He loved her so much and he wasn't about to let her go.
"I love you Rose. Don't ever doubt that."
"I know Jack and I love you twice as much," Rose hung
on to him. She didn't want to lose him, but she knew she
would...eventually he'll open his eyes and see her for the
selfish person she was and would leave her and take their
children with him. He wouldn't want her anymore.
"Feel better?" Jack asked, staring at her tearstained
face.
"Much better," Rose lied, forcing a smile. Jack just
smiled back and wiped away a stray tear.
"Let's go back to sleep Rose. We head back to Santa Monica
tomorrow."
"Okay Jack," Rose slips deeper under the covers and
slip into a dreamless sleep.