[Titanic] Ticket

Jack and Ruth's temporary home was more dilapidated than Carl could have imagined. The roof was crumbling. It seemed that a heavy snowfall, which is common in the Northwest, could completely send it to the incinerator for waste. They had a sycamore tree, Bare branches stretched along the broken window panes on the second floor, and a cold face stuck to it like a layer of real white plaster.

"Dawson is really good at it. It seems that he has set up a hell environment simulation experience field for himself in advance." Carl said meanly.

He pushed open the door, those poor pieces of wood groaned miserably, there was no heat in the room, the corners were covered with damp and thick gray moss, there was the sound of running on the dilapidated stairs, a little girl poked her head out from the corner , she is good looking, but too pale, with blond hair that hangs lifelessly on her cheeks, holding a teddy bear showing cotton and lint, and staring at them with brown eyes full of vigilance and defense.

"...we are Jack's friends—my name is Lester Rowland, I hope he has mentioned it to you, Miss Honorable." Lester bent his knees so that he could be level with the little girl, and he maintained a relaxed posture. And a friendly smile, "Your bear is nice, I guess it's a girl as pretty as you?"

"...Nancy, if you will call it that," said the little girl, stepping back without showing any sign of intimacy, as she walked slowly upstairs, her large patched shawl coming from the Passing on the dusty steps, Karl frowned slightly.

They went up to the second floor and stopped at the first door on the right hand side of the corridor. There was a brisk harmonica sound inside—it was Ode to Joy. The little girl rubbed her face and showed a smile that seemed obvious enough: "Hi, Jack, I brought your friend to see you."

The young man sitting on the head of the bed turned his head. He was wearing a woolen hat that looked a little ridiculous, with soft blond hair slipping out from the edge. He saw the visitor by the door clearly, and his blue eyes burst into light almost instantly: "Hi , good afternoon, Lester, Hockley, long time no see, hasn't it!"

"You're not well, Dawson," Carl said, and he closed the door behind him. Anyone could see that Jack was terribly pale, his lips were bruised, and there were some sketch paper and charcoals scattered on the bedside table. The brown blood stains looked shocking.

"...Honestly speaking, tuberculosis." Jack smiled wryly. He looked tired and desperate. The little girl ran to the bedside and hugged him, stood on tiptoe and patted his back with her soft hands—a woman full of tenderness and worry. comfort.

Carl ruffles his hair, feeling distraught.

Jack was a nice guy--even if they still hated each other--but he kind of admitted it, but the hell the world didn't even want a good guy to live long!

Lester said softly, "You should go to the hospital."

His expression frightened everyone, the little girl even curled up into Jack's arms, and Ruth, who had just entered the door, even hurriedly dropped the tray in her hand-glass and medicine powder because of the scene she saw. Wrapped in warm water, she suddenly lifted her apron and squatted down, her whole face was buried in the skirt and she burst into tears.

Jack got up from the bed, he tried hard to get off the ground, but his feet were so weak that it was almost impossible to stand up, Lester supported him: "Don't make me angry, Jack, lie down."

Carl half dragged Ruth to sit on the chair, and said mockingly: "What's the matter, Lester and I didn't come here to enjoy a clumsy show. Seriously, Bucket Miss, your tears are with me now, and they are worth nothing."

Ruth stared at him with red eyes, but she looked much better. The little girl helped her clean up the messy ground. When they sat down with cups of black tea, Ruth was completely calm. She gave A kiss from Jack—the young man deliberately avoided her lips, and she only kissed her cheek, but Ruth didn't seem to mind at all, she walked out holding her apron, and was going to get a new dose of medicine for Jack.

"She's changed a lot," Lester said. "With all due respect, how did you end up here?"

Jack smiled, and he unconsciously clenched the bed sheet, as if he had fallen into a deep and unspeakable memory: "Because... Mrs. Bucket...she is a completely despicable person!"

Jack's breath became short of breath, and he spoke intermittently of those unbearable experiences, full of guilt, remorse, and uncontrollable hatred.

When Old Hockley realized that his son no longer needed a Bukett as a marriage partner, they were quickly kicked out of the White Cuckoo Manor. The heavy debts made them breathless. After all the jewelry and clothing things looked better.

They rented a house in Queens, found a well-paid job, and everything was going on the right track, but the extravagant Mrs. Bucket owed high debts again, which made them fall into the abyss of despair , life as if determined not to give them a little hope, Mrs. Bucket quickly signed the contract to sell Ruth to a wealthy businessman as a mistress.

"It was cold the night we ran away, it was raining like hell in New York, I was soaking wet on the train, and I got pneumonia, which turned into tuberculosis, and Ruth tried to cure me, but obviously in vain, it was Terminally ill." Jack said softly, looking out of the window with gentle and painful eyes, "I have dragged her down, Lester, I am absolutely unwilling to do this, she can have a better future."

Carl snorted and gave a haughty and disdainful snort. Lester put his warm palm on his hand, and the rich man gradually calmed down: "Jack, never say that to her, you will be punished." Beaten—no kidding."

The blond young man tried to hold back his smile, but he failed. Tears made oval marks on the dusty quilt. He covered his face with his hands, choked up and said, "...I understand, Lester, but I don't want to She goes on like this. I'm dying, and what's going to happen to my Ruth..."

He finally cried loudly, he was too skinny, lying on the bed like a bone frame ready to be sealed in a coffin, he once illuminated the entire Titanic like a ray of sunshine, illuminating Ruth Bukett's life was ruined, but life was an irreversible bitch who was always willing to give the happiest people a blow in the head and never shy away from throwing stones at the poor.

"What's the... name of that casino?" Carl said, his voice raspy, and Lester looked at him worriedly. Something hadn't seemed quite right since he'd entered the room.

"Sean... Golden Sean... I heard Mrs. Bucket mention it once." Jack sobbed, his face was clouded, obviously recalling the unpleasant scene, "They didn't kill them all, It's a blessing."

Carl sneered short and forcefully, he stared at Jack, the deep meaning in his eyes made Jack have a bad feeling, he hesitated to open his mouth, but the young Hockley turned away with some force enough to break his neck Frowning: "...I will be responsible for your treatment fee, Dawson, but don't think about it."

"That's what I mean, don't you, Hockley?" Jack said coldly, and it was easy to see that his bright blue eyes were already burning with anger.

"...That's what you think, so what, don't expect me to apologize." Carl pulled Lester out of the door in a distraught manner, Ruth stood by the door, and she cried hard , his fair cheeks were covered with tears, Carl's back was slightly stiff, and he reluctantly dropped another sentence, "I promise he won't die, I promise."

……

When Lester came up, Karl had been sitting by the bed in the same posture for three or four hours. He didn't even have the slightest desire to raise his hand to take off his clothes. kissed him.Carl blinked his eyes slowly like a dull puppet, then deepened the kiss with a small smile.

"It feels good, boy," Carl said. "Can I ask why?"

"You look like you're about to cry." Lester explained tolerantly, in exchange for a merciless sneer, "No, it's absolutely impossible, don't say stupid things."

"Then, Golden Sean is your father's property." Lester sat upright, "We have to talk about this, or we won't be able to sleep tonight."

Carl rubbed his brows: "I didn't intend to escape from this. In fact, this is Hockley's ancestral property with a history of more than a hundred years. Bukett is obviously just a fool who has been used by others. Boy, he is really you who saw him That old man who only knows how to get angry, he once took down half of Pennsylvania in blood."

"It sounds like he's really tolerant of me." Lester smiled mildly. "So it's a coincidence that Jack came here?"

"No one can say for sure. Maybe it was God's idea, and he asked me to atone for my sins," said Carl darkly.

Lester patted him on the shoulder: "I have already contacted the hospital, Jack will be fine, don't worry, he is very tenacious, and with Miss Buckett here, there is no reason why he can't survive."

Carl lay down lazily and closed his eyes: "It's none of my business, I just do what I have to do. Now, I'm interested in going to sleep, or we can have some other activities, what do you mean?" ,boy?"

"Don't think about it, I have to go to the hospital tomorrow." Lester put on his pajamas and climbed into the other side of the quilt, whispered good night, and then turned off the bedside lamp.

"Oh, annoying Dawson. Big trouble, troublemaker..." Carl muttered and hugged Lester's waist, and fell into a deep sleep.