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The Truth

Chapter one

Rory walked briskly down the large walkways of Yale, her long brown hair flying out behind her as she made her way back to her dorm, large tomes from the Yale library balanced precariously in her arms. She would be spending her night working on a huge project that the teacher had only given them a week to do.

Ah, the joys of life for a college student.

"Hey! Gilmore!"

Rory turned, surprised. A guy was beckoning her over to him. She squinted her eyes, trying to place him. She couldn't really remember seeing him before. Then again, Yale was a big school. "Yeah?"

"Come over here a minute would you? I need to ask you something."

Rory walked over, albeit a little cautiously, and stopped a few feet in front of him.

"Hi. Sorry to bother you, but do you know what we have to do for that one professor's class?"

"Which one?"

"The one with the face..."

"You're gonna have to be more specific."

The guy looked at the stack of books in her arms. "Can I see that book for second, I think I remember them telling us to check that out."

"Oh, um…"

The guy reached for her book without waiting for an answer, but instead of grabbing it, grabbed her arm.

Rory gasped in surprise. "HEY!" she yelled when he started pulling her inside, dropping all of her books. "What do you think you're doing?"

The guy pulled her all the way inside roughly before she could get away. Two more guys, probably his friends, were waiting inside. They rushed forward and grabbed her, putting a hand over her mouth, before she even had time to react.

Rory panicked and struggled with all her might to get away. She prayed someone would hear her but with her screams being muffled it was very unlikely.



"Calm down would you?" said one of the guys that was holding her in an annoyed voice as Rory started to cry. His brown hair and dark blue sweater was fuzzy through her tears. On her other side was a guy with black hair and t-shirt. The first also had black hair and was wearing a red shirt.

When the door was locked the first guy came toward her as the other two guys began forcing her to the ground. Rory started kicking but they held her down, and kept a hand over her mouth. She watched as red shirt guy grabbed a water bottle out of the mini-fridge and mixed something into the contents.

It wasn't hard for Rory to guess what it was. She started sobbing and the he knelt down in front of her, wiping her hair out of her eyes. "Don't worry. It'll all be over soon," he said in a "comforting" way. "But remember," he added menacingly, "you tell anyone, and we will kill you."

Rory gagged as the contents of the water bottle were forced down her throat and soon everything went black.

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When Rory finally came to she was sore all over. She groggily opened her eyes, trying to remember where she was. To her confusion, she was laying on a bench outside. People stared at her strangely as they walked past.

That's when it all came rushing past.

"Oh my god," Rory said, hand coming over her mouth as she started to cry.

A few people stopped when she said that, wondering if they should ask if she was okay.

Rory stood up quickly and winced, nearly falling back down again. She had never felt so mentally and physically hurt in her entire life. She had never felt so humiliated and dirty either. She had to get out of there, away from all the people staring at her, which she soon became painfully aware of.

"Excuse me," she said softly as she made her way through the tiny group of people that had stopped to watch her, her face flaming.

She unlocked the door to her room as quickly as she could and made sure to lock it again. Luckily Paris was in class. Rory didn't feel like answering any questions. She didn't feel like talking to anyone ever again. Rory knew she should tell the police what happened, but she was scared. What if the guys found out? Or worse what if Logan found out, as he inevitably would? He'd hate her. He'd want to break up with her. She couldn't stand the thought of losing Logan.

Rory ran to the shower and turned on the hot water, sitting down in the tub and crying for what seemed like ages. When she finally got control of herself, she took an extremely long shower, desperate to get the feel of those guys off her. There were some small bruises covering her as well as some teeth marks and hickeys, as well as bruises on her arms from where they'd grabbed her. She couldn't stand how it felt like their touches were burned into her skin, impossible to rub away. Scars that would stay for eternity.

About an hour later she got dressed in a long sleeved shirt and sweatpants. She didn't need anyone asking questions later.

Rory crawled in bed and fell into a fitful sleep.

Okay so my first Gilmore Girl's story. Exciting eh? Come on review I know you're all just dying to leave me wonderful comments and criticisms.