As The Guilty Plead
Chapter One
A/N: This takes place in the episode (I think it's 6x18 when Rory and Logan are having the argument about whether she has forgiven him or not. What if the conversation had gone differently…)
"…You haven't forgiven me," those four words dug deep. I stared at him, half in shock half in anger, "The worst part is you don't want to forgive me."
"It's not like I don't want to forgive you, it's just…" I trailed off.
"What?"
"Never mind it's nothing," I would rather have him angry with me then know the truth. I had to be strong.
"Ace, please tell me," his eyes wore me down. They said more then he could, they pleaded, and made me weak at the knees. I held the tears back. Be strong, come on you can do it. Don't let him be stronger then you. Girl power, do it for all those girls who never could. . .
"If I forgive you, I am putting myself in the position that could potentially bring us back to the same situation. I don't ever want to feel this way again. I love you, Logan. I don't know any other way to tell you what is wrong here. I am putting my whole heart into this only to have it ripped out again? I have this hole cut into my chest, and only you can fix it, I know that. But I'm scared, I am so afraid that I am going to be hurt again."
Please don't be sorry, please don't be sorry. I can't take it if he is. I'm so selfish about things already, if he's sorry, it only makes things worse.
"Oh Rory come on. I thought we were-"
"Don't defend yourself! Please, it just makes me feel guiltier," I couldn't hold the tears back anymore.
"Rory, I don't ever want to be the sorce of your unhappiness. And that sounds like a crappy Hallmark card, but it's true. You are my world, my life, without you everything changes. I know that it's you, it's always going to be you. And I want you to forgive me, because I'm scared too, but the risk is completely worth it in the end," he paused staring at me.
"I have to go," I said childishly "I need to think," I walked towards the door hoping he would stop me selfish as that was. But he hadn't said anything. I paused, then opened the door as someone lifted their fist to knock.
"Dean," I whispered.
"Hey, baby," he was obviously drunk.
"I am not your baby," I muttered. He reached out for me, and tried to grab my arm. I stepped back, pushing him away. "Logan?!" I called, although I didn't deserve his protection.
"Oh come on, honey, I just want to have some fun. I love you remember?!" Dean smirked and came for me again.
"Who the hell are you?" Logan was suddenly next to me.
"Rory's my girl, I love her."
"I am not your girl. Get out of here Dean!" I pushed him away again.
"What? You like this rich boy? Na, you would never, he's stuck up, and he's nothing. Just a trust fund kid."
"Get out!" Logan said angry now.
That was a punch to the gut. I jab that hit me unexpectedly, "He is not! He is wonderful. Logan is perfect and I love him. You know who's nothing? You, yeah that's right, you! Dean you have done nothing with your life and you mean nothing to me. Leave me alone get out!"
"Rory, oh Rory, come on. You don't know what you're saying. You're just confused, and that's his fault-"
"Get out!" Logan growled again.
"Not until she comes with me."
"That's it!" Logan grabbed my arm, firmly but not tightly and forced be behind him. And with a swift punch, Dean was out.
A/N: So review please! I would really appreciate it. I've realized that I am better at writing new stories and coming up with ideas then I am at keeping up with my stories. So I will do my best to update more with each story! Thanks!
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