This ship may sink!

Shortly after the ship got under way, Robert reemerged from the bathroom, pausing when he saw Gerard in the same place he'd left him "Get up!.." He ordered ".. Then clean y'self up and go explore, or something.. But be back in time to get ready for dinner."
Gerard nodded as he climbed shakily to his feet, wiping the tears from his face "Y..yes sir." He crept past Robert, and into the lavishly decorated bathroom, closing the door behind him. There was a gilt-edged mirror over the wash basin, and Gerard stood for a moment, staring at his reflection. Pale skin, sad, tired eyes, and black hair that was just long enough to resemble a girls. He fought back more tears that threatened to fall, picked up a wash cloth, and ran it under the cold tap, then washed his face.
His eyes were red from crying, but he could pass it off as hay fever if asked. The fingerprint and knuckle bruises all over his thin, pale body would be harder to explain away, so he would have to cover himself properly.
When he'd dried his face, Gerard took a calming breath, then returned to the main sitting room of the cabin.
Robert was sat on the dark red sofa across the room, reading a newspaper. He looked up and stared at the younger man "Well?.. What are you waiting for?"
Gerard jumped at his harsh tone, but nodded, and quickly left the room.
He knew that Robert was only letting him go, because there was nowhere for him to go.
Quietly, with his head low, and his eyes trained on the beautiful carpets beneath his feet, Gerard made his way up to the promenade deck.
The sun was shining and it glinted off the cold water, making it sparkle like diamonds. Gerard walked toward the back of the ship, preferring to see where he'd come from, rather than where he was being taken to. The first class promenade only went back so far, then the second class promenade was aft of that.
Gerard walked down the steps from the first, to the second class area, then made his way to the stern.
Some of the second class passengers watched him with curiosity, but most just ignored his presence, as being first class, he could do pretty much anything he liked.
When Gerard reached the rear railing of the enormous ship, he leaned on it and stared down at the water below. How cold would it be down there?.. Would the fall kill him? or would he have to wait for the temperature to take his life?
He'd imagined killing himself many times since his parent's deaths, and since Robert took control of his life, but he'd had few opportunities better than this journey, and was sure that the time was nearly right. Of course, he'd have to wait until after dark, when everyone went inside, out of the cold.
Gerard heard the voices of two men as they stood a little way to his right. He glanced over, using his long hair to hide from view.
Standing at the rail were two young men. Both were about an inch shorter than Gerard, and were engaged in a lively conversation about what they would do when they reached America.
The one with sailers markings covering his arms, and even one peeking out of the collar of his shirt, was talking excitedly about finding someone. Gerard struggled to take his eyes off of the tattooed man's face. He had a strong jaw and large, heavily lidded hazel eyes, and the brightest smile that Gerard had ever seen.
Why couldn't he be with someone like that, instead of being stuck with that monster back in the cabin?
Gerard sighed and looked away, back out over the water. He couldn't have the life he wanted.. But he could end the life he had.
Gerard wouldn't make it to America, he was sure of that. It was just a case of picking the right time to jump.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. GeesCLUELESSgirl here again..

I was supposed to write this several days ago, but my mind was a black. I now have many ideas, so I hope you like them..

Anyway.. Please comment, stay safe, and peace out babies!
<3 Love ya!