Title: Good-Bye Sorrow
By: Rudy
Rating: PG (only a little bit of violence, nothing more than what would be on the show)
Summary: Future fic. Rory has to rebuild her life after a disastrous relationship.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters/settings on the show. Anything you don't recognize from the show belongs to me. Plus, I'm broke. It really wouldn't be worth the effort to sue me.
Email: rudy_lana7@hotmail.com. PLEEEEEEEZZ SEND FEEDBACK!!!!
1 Chapter 1: Enough Is Enough
'WHACK!' The sound of his hand as it connected with her face clapped like thunder, the force sending her crashing to the floor. His eyes flashed with rage as he glared down at her.
"This mess better be cleaned up when I get back!" words dripping like venom from his mouth.
Only a few months ago Rory would have made some attempt to stand up for herself but lately she just couldn't muster up the will to do so. His abuse had slowly worn her once fiery spirit down to a mere, faint glimmer. And, what would be the point anyway, he'd just be back tomorrow apologizing, swearing it would never happen again.
'BAM!' Rory heard the front door slam behind him. She let out a deep sigh of relief, 'At least he'll be gone for the rest of the night.' Getting up from the floor she slowly made her way to the bathroom to inspect the damage. She cringed at the black and blue wreck that was her left cheek. It was throbbing and growing darker by the second. Rory gingerly wiped away the tears that rolled down the bruise as her mother's words whispered in her mind,
"How much longer are you gonna let him do this to you?"
Lorelai had asked her that question as Rory lay in a hospital bed recovering from three broken ribs and a fractured collarbone after Dean had pushed her down the stairs. She remembered all the excuses she had made for him over the years, "It wasn't his fault," or "I made him angry." Rory stared at her bruised and broken face in the mirror. The marks from her last beating were only beginning to fade.
"I can't live like this anymore," she said aloud to her reflection. The endless cycle of anger, pain and remorse was eating at her until there would be nothing left. Her marriage to Dean was in shambles. They were strangers to each other now. He didn't even look like Dean anymore. His face was fixed in a permanent scowl, his hair was always a mess, beard unshaven and he always smelled like a brewery. Alcohol had stolen the man she loved, leaving a bitter, cruel monster in his place. The drinking had started about three years ago. He lost his job and things just went downhill from there. Everything would piss him off. Rory figured it would pass and things would get better again but then one day when they were arguing about something or other, he hit her. Of course, he immediately apologized profusely and promised he would never do anything like that again. But he did. Again and again and again.
But through all of this darkness their had been one ray of sunshine. Actually, two. Her little girls, six-year-old Lorelai Nicole and four-year- old Danielle Elizabeth. They were the only reason she'd managed to keep going for so long. As Rory sat down on the edge of tub she smiled weakly as she thought about her girls. Nikki had Rory's intelligence but was a bit of a tomboy. Always climbing trees or riding bikes or roughhousing with her best friend Jake Cho, Lane and Henry's son. And Danni, she was just like her grandmother: chatty, mischievous and unpredictable. She liked to play dress up and could ask a million questions in a minute flat. For the most part they seemed happy. They had a nice little house, friends and a mother that loved them. The only real negative thing in their lives was Dean. Although Rory had tried to keep she and Dean's problems away from them, she knew they knew things were bad. Danni would wake up screaming from frequent nightmares and Nikki was becoming more and more withdrawn. Her children didn't even feel safe in their own home anymore.
Rory suddenly stood up from her perch on the edge of the tub. Enough is enough. It was time to leave. She wasn't going to let her little girls grow up in a house filled with violence. They deserved so much more. She deserved more. Tip-toeing quickly up the stairs she opened her closet and pulled out three suitcases. She filled one with her stuff then quietly got some stuff for the girls from their room. When she was finished she put the suitcases in the car and went back upstairs to wake Nikki and Danni.
"Nikki, wake up baby."
"Mommy?" answered the sleepy girl.
"Ya its me Nikki. I need you to get up and come to the car with me. OK? We're going on a trip."
"Why? I'm tired mommy. Can we go in the morning?" she asked as she snuggled farther under the covers. A chill ran down Rory's spine as she imagined what would happen if Dean caught her trying to leave the next morning, especially with the girls.
"No, I'm sorry baby. It's really important that we leave tonight. You can stay in your pj's and sleep in the car ok?"
"OK." Rory planted a quick kiss on her forehead and draped her blanket over her shoulders, "Thank you baby."
Turning to Danni's small sleeping figure in the next bed, Rory gently scooped her up, blanket and all. The tiny girl whimpered slightly at having her slumber disturbed but quickly settled back into the arms of her mother, who carried down to the car with Nikki in tow.
As she pulled out of the driveway Rory didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or cry her eyes out. It was three in the morning and she, the woman who didn't do anything without some kind of plan, had just packed up herself and her children and left her husband! The whole rest of her life was totally on God's good humor. 'Ah well,' she thought 'at least we're safe now.' The thought made her smile. "Here goes nothin'." Rory turned down the street and never looked back.
'DING DONG!' The intrusive noise of the doorbell dragged Lorelai from her precious Saturday morning sleep. She glanced over at the clock.
"Ugh! You have got to be kidding me! Its like five AM! What kind of sadist goes around ringing people's doorbells at five frickin' AM!?" Lorelai pulled the pillows over her head.
"Maybe if we ignore it they'll change their evil ways and come back when the sun is all the way up?" mumbled her husband Luke from beside her. He was answered by another ring of the doorbell.
"Good plan Burger-Boy." Lorelai got out of bed and walked downstairs to the door.
'DING DONG!'
"Alright, keep your pants on. I'm coming. You better be holding one giant check buddy or I advise you to start running n-," she opened the door, "RORY?"
"H-Hi mom."
2 AUTHOR'S NOTE
Some feedback would be greatly appreciated. Send it to rudy_lana7@hotmail.com or if you're reading this on fanfiction.net, click the magical little blue button to your left. I want at least 13 reviews or no more chapters, got it!! Thanx, Rudy.
By: Rudy
Rating: PG (only a little bit of violence, nothing more than what would be on the show)
Summary: Future fic. Rory has to rebuild her life after a disastrous relationship.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters/settings on the show. Anything you don't recognize from the show belongs to me. Plus, I'm broke. It really wouldn't be worth the effort to sue me.
Email: rudy_lana7@hotmail.com. PLEEEEEEEZZ SEND FEEDBACK!!!!
1 Chapter 1: Enough Is Enough
'WHACK!' The sound of his hand as it connected with her face clapped like thunder, the force sending her crashing to the floor. His eyes flashed with rage as he glared down at her.
"This mess better be cleaned up when I get back!" words dripping like venom from his mouth.
Only a few months ago Rory would have made some attempt to stand up for herself but lately she just couldn't muster up the will to do so. His abuse had slowly worn her once fiery spirit down to a mere, faint glimmer. And, what would be the point anyway, he'd just be back tomorrow apologizing, swearing it would never happen again.
'BAM!' Rory heard the front door slam behind him. She let out a deep sigh of relief, 'At least he'll be gone for the rest of the night.' Getting up from the floor she slowly made her way to the bathroom to inspect the damage. She cringed at the black and blue wreck that was her left cheek. It was throbbing and growing darker by the second. Rory gingerly wiped away the tears that rolled down the bruise as her mother's words whispered in her mind,
"How much longer are you gonna let him do this to you?"
Lorelai had asked her that question as Rory lay in a hospital bed recovering from three broken ribs and a fractured collarbone after Dean had pushed her down the stairs. She remembered all the excuses she had made for him over the years, "It wasn't his fault," or "I made him angry." Rory stared at her bruised and broken face in the mirror. The marks from her last beating were only beginning to fade.
"I can't live like this anymore," she said aloud to her reflection. The endless cycle of anger, pain and remorse was eating at her until there would be nothing left. Her marriage to Dean was in shambles. They were strangers to each other now. He didn't even look like Dean anymore. His face was fixed in a permanent scowl, his hair was always a mess, beard unshaven and he always smelled like a brewery. Alcohol had stolen the man she loved, leaving a bitter, cruel monster in his place. The drinking had started about three years ago. He lost his job and things just went downhill from there. Everything would piss him off. Rory figured it would pass and things would get better again but then one day when they were arguing about something or other, he hit her. Of course, he immediately apologized profusely and promised he would never do anything like that again. But he did. Again and again and again.
But through all of this darkness their had been one ray of sunshine. Actually, two. Her little girls, six-year-old Lorelai Nicole and four-year- old Danielle Elizabeth. They were the only reason she'd managed to keep going for so long. As Rory sat down on the edge of tub she smiled weakly as she thought about her girls. Nikki had Rory's intelligence but was a bit of a tomboy. Always climbing trees or riding bikes or roughhousing with her best friend Jake Cho, Lane and Henry's son. And Danni, she was just like her grandmother: chatty, mischievous and unpredictable. She liked to play dress up and could ask a million questions in a minute flat. For the most part they seemed happy. They had a nice little house, friends and a mother that loved them. The only real negative thing in their lives was Dean. Although Rory had tried to keep she and Dean's problems away from them, she knew they knew things were bad. Danni would wake up screaming from frequent nightmares and Nikki was becoming more and more withdrawn. Her children didn't even feel safe in their own home anymore.
Rory suddenly stood up from her perch on the edge of the tub. Enough is enough. It was time to leave. She wasn't going to let her little girls grow up in a house filled with violence. They deserved so much more. She deserved more. Tip-toeing quickly up the stairs she opened her closet and pulled out three suitcases. She filled one with her stuff then quietly got some stuff for the girls from their room. When she was finished she put the suitcases in the car and went back upstairs to wake Nikki and Danni.
"Nikki, wake up baby."
"Mommy?" answered the sleepy girl.
"Ya its me Nikki. I need you to get up and come to the car with me. OK? We're going on a trip."
"Why? I'm tired mommy. Can we go in the morning?" she asked as she snuggled farther under the covers. A chill ran down Rory's spine as she imagined what would happen if Dean caught her trying to leave the next morning, especially with the girls.
"No, I'm sorry baby. It's really important that we leave tonight. You can stay in your pj's and sleep in the car ok?"
"OK." Rory planted a quick kiss on her forehead and draped her blanket over her shoulders, "Thank you baby."
Turning to Danni's small sleeping figure in the next bed, Rory gently scooped her up, blanket and all. The tiny girl whimpered slightly at having her slumber disturbed but quickly settled back into the arms of her mother, who carried down to the car with Nikki in tow.
As she pulled out of the driveway Rory didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or cry her eyes out. It was three in the morning and she, the woman who didn't do anything without some kind of plan, had just packed up herself and her children and left her husband! The whole rest of her life was totally on God's good humor. 'Ah well,' she thought 'at least we're safe now.' The thought made her smile. "Here goes nothin'." Rory turned down the street and never looked back.
'DING DONG!' The intrusive noise of the doorbell dragged Lorelai from her precious Saturday morning sleep. She glanced over at the clock.
"Ugh! You have got to be kidding me! Its like five AM! What kind of sadist goes around ringing people's doorbells at five frickin' AM!?" Lorelai pulled the pillows over her head.
"Maybe if we ignore it they'll change their evil ways and come back when the sun is all the way up?" mumbled her husband Luke from beside her. He was answered by another ring of the doorbell.
"Good plan Burger-Boy." Lorelai got out of bed and walked downstairs to the door.
'DING DONG!'
"Alright, keep your pants on. I'm coming. You better be holding one giant check buddy or I advise you to start running n-," she opened the door, "RORY?"
"H-Hi mom."
2 AUTHOR'S NOTE
Some feedback would be greatly appreciated. Send it to rudy_lana7@hotmail.com or if you're reading this on fanfiction.net, click the magical little blue button to your left. I want at least 13 reviews or no more chapters, got it!! Thanx, Rudy.