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Still of the Night	By : LabyrinthJunkue Category: Twilight Series > General Views: 1932 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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7: The Truth
The carriage proved to be even larger on the inside: made of all wood, it had a large domed shape top that hugged it close yet even Jack the tallest there could stand and walk comfortably in it. The entire thing seemed to stretch forever, like the inside of it would never end. “Magic” Tristan said simply. “I’m a warlock-amongst other things” he calmly explained.
“Oh.”
The four men chuckled quietly as Tristan walked to the back, David and Michael sat on a long bench made of black velvet and Jack lay on the one opposite it. “Sit” Tristan encouraged the two. “Make yourselves at home.” He gestured towards a leather couch towards the middle. They sat gingerly, almost expecting it to fall through at any given moment. Michael and David stood and sat closer to the two though Jack remained where he was, flat on his back, his eyes closed.
“So, I bet you have some questions for us” David said carefully. Rosalie nodded and crossed her legs patiently waiting. “Well, after you…disappeared…life just went to hell. Dad kept the police on it as long as he could and when they gave up, said you were dead, he was…I still I have no words for it.”
“I do. He turned to the bottle to comfort him, to ease his pain. Well that and the ladies all up and down the east coast. He lost his job at the bank and found work in a small factory with Joe. He eventually lost that job and bounced from one odd job to the next. And mom” Michael laughed bitterly before saying “mom just gave up. Just…gave up. She took her life exactly a year to the day the police announced you were dead.”
He stopped then and looked at the floor, taking deep breaths, his body shaking. Alice quickly looked at her face though she could see no change in expression. “David and I took care of each other and ourselves at the same time. We left home-if that’s even what you could call it-and moved in with Joe. He was good to us. I joined the army at seventeen; David spent a year at Princeton, but left and went to the air force. We’re both the way we are now due to our service in protecting this country.”
“Joe?” inquired Alice. Michael looked at her, his head cocked. “You mentioned Joe.”
“My apologies. Uncle Joe-our dad’s brother though how that was possible is beyond me.”
“You and David are nothing alike-I don’t just mean physically speaking-yet you’re siblings” Jack said, still lying down, eyes shut.
“How nice of you to join us” Michael said laughing quietly. David and Tristan joined it and Jack cracked a faint smile.
Alice gave Rosalie another look. “I’m fine. Just digesting all this information.” She nodded and let her eyes wander around as Rosalie sat in silence mulling over the new things she’d learned. While she thought, she looked around too-though she looked at the three men and examined them: aside from being older and taller, David and Michael seemed like themselves though she noticed a scar on David’s head just above his left eye and wondered what had caused it or the way Michael’s face seemed so hard and cold-had it been that way when they were kids? Her eyes drifted to Jack-he must have been turned right around the same time she had for he didn’t seem a day older than he had been then. “Jack?” she said hesitantly, looking at him still.
He sat up; his eyes open wide, looking at her. “Yes?” he said, his voice as gentle and unsure as hers had been. She looked at him closer than she had her brothers, though she still could only see one difference: his eyes, once emerald green, dancing with laughter and life, had been replaced with what appeared to be a copper color.
“Never mind” she said, looking away then back to him again. He raised an eyebrow but kept silent, lying back down again. At long last, she took a breath and turned to Alice. “I told you I would explain Jack. Now’s the best time as any.” David and Michael groaned in unison. “Well you two don’t have to listen” Rosalie snapped, glowering at them.
“Oh, we won’t. We lived it-that was painful enough” Michael said, pulling out a pair of earplugs. “Can’t hear a thing.” He took out a crossword puzzle and turned on his stomach, pulling out a pen. David put in his and took out a paperback, leaning his head against the wall.
“Remember how I always said that the King family was the richest?” Alice nodded. “Well, they were the second richest. The Dawson family was the richest-Jack’s father was a lawyer and he saw only the finest people-actors, directors, and heads of companies. Anyways, I met Jack spring of 1928. I was thirteen, he was sixteen.” She paused here, wringing her hands together, looking at Jack who was in the same position as before, though his lips were curved, not quite a smirk, though if so much as moved a muscle one would no doubt appear. “When his father met my father, he saw a world of opportunities by our knowing of one another. They got along wonderfully well-probably because their minds were nearly identical: prosper, prosper, prosper. Be bigger than the best.
While they were going over money-making schemes, Jack and I began to spend more and more time together-some might say too much. And my brothers worshipped the ground Jack walked on, and he was always good to them. He took them fishing, hiking, taught them to play baseball, he was like the big brother they never had.” She smiled as memories ran through her mind of those days. “He asked my father’s permission to court me when I was fifteen and he…I thought he was going to bust from excitement at the idea of us being together. Within I’d say six months of our courtship, his father and my father were planning our wedding.” She laughed at the idea and Jack sighed quietly-he had waited so long to hear that beautiful sound again. “Not that I found the idea ridiculous- Jack and I were very much in love.”
“Who said I ever stopped?” Jack asked quietly, though he stayed where he was. She looked down and was entirely grateful for once that she no longer possessed the ability to blush for no doubt she would have been as red as ripe tomatoes.
“Two years later, their dream became a reality. They wanted us married as soon as possible, I mean weeks, not months. And then, everything fell apart…Jack had been going to University of Rochester studying under law and he had an internship at his father’s firm. But anyone who knew Jack-really knew him-knew being in that cutthroat world was not for him. One day, he told his father he was done with school and was not taking the internship. They had an argument and Jack took off. Once word got around to my family, my father said I was never to see him again and that the engagement was off. Well, I got into an argument with my father and ran off to find Jack. He begged me to come with him, away from the big city, away from our families where we could begin our lives together. I told him I would and would meet him in an hour by the Genesee River. Only, my father caught me and kept me locked in the house. And well, you know the rest.” She took a breath and noticed Tristan looking at her. “What?”
“Nothing. Just different from what Jack said.”
She felt a sudden panic rising in her chest as she shot him a look, that smirk that started earlier had finally evolved. “Oh?”
“The timeline was the same, as were most of the details.”
“Details?” she said, struggling to get the word out, all the while she stared at him, wondering if he was really that calloused…Would he have really said something to anyone?
(No)
“What?” she said, looking at Jack. “What did you say?”
“No one said anything, Rose” Alice said, looking up at her and wondering if this had been a good idea.
(Relax. This is my gift-Tristan calls it thought speak for we’re talking using our minds. Simply think something and I’ll think back an answer)
(What?)
(See, not hard now huh?)
(What did you mean by no?)
(I meant no to you thinking would I ever tell anyone. Of course not)
(Oh)
“So what was different about the way Jack told the story?”
“Feel free to tell me if I offend you but his story had more to do with you two and your relationship while yours seemed to always come back to your fathers.” She paused then and rewound through what she had said and saw he spoke the truth.
“Are you going to do it or what? I mean, really, you’ve waited this long” Michael asked, waving his left arm wildly about while his right stayed on the page still holding a pen.
“No” Jack growled, glaring at him. The girls could only sit and be bewildered.
“Now boys” said Tristan, standing wearily he stood in between the two benches and looked at them, waiting.
“What? So you wait this long and nothing?” Again Jack growled, sitting up, his jaw clenched tightly.
“Michael” Tristan said firmly. “Stop it.” He smiled at Tristan and sat silently for a few minutes. His eyes drifted from one to the other than back again, almost as if he was waiting for some sort of signal.
When he seemed satisfied, he retreated to the back. “Wonder what that was about” Alice said, looking from one to the other.
“Why Rosalie of course” David answered, not bothering to look up from his book, a worn copy of Great Expectations that Rosalie instantly realized as Jack’s. Neither one said anything.
For something deep down inside Rosalie was stirring, like a sleeping creature that had long been buried and nearly forgotten about…Nearly anyways…Something was awakening and she was unsure if she wanted it to be…Either way, she couldn’t deny what she was feeling, just looking again, feelings that were not forgotten merely put on a shelf until she was ready for them again.
Thing is, she never thought she would feel them again.
Half of her wanted to shut it off-but how does one shut off the emotions? Emotions that had at one point caused embarrassment and shame yet she did not care.
The other half told her that now the floodgates had opened, what choice did she have but to feel and relieve it all over again?
Could the ending be rewritten?
Was there really a happily ever after for Jack and Rose?
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