Disclaimer: Okay… I own the storyline, and that is it.
A/N: Okay just a story I wanted to get out so I wouldn't forget it. Hope you like it
A/N 2: Okay this is what you NEED to know!!
Jess lives in Boston, not Philadelphia.
Rory graduated Yale and is living with Logan in California because of his job. She is away from her family and friends.
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The thunder booms through the dark house as she sits in her bathtub. Alone in her bathtub, like she is every night. With bubbles up to her neck and her wine glass half full. She sets her wine glass down and runs her hands through her dark hair and over her tear-stained face. Unplugging the drain with her foot, she looks around. The only source of light is coming from three scented candles and the sudden flashes of lightning.
In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun... You don't know me, you don't even care,
Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed...you said...
You don't know me, you don't wear my chains...
Rory steps out of the tub and wraps up in a towel. She waits for her husband to walk through the door with the smell of liquor, cigarette smoke, cheap perfume, and his cologne that is smothered by other foreign scents. While she's dressing she thinks about her life. She isn't who she used to be or who she wants to be. She has a Yale degree and could be a big time journalist, but she isn't. The life she was "forced" to choose isn't the life she wants. A trophy wife, a doormat, barely talks to her mother, always depressed, and doesn't even love husband anymore. Rory's always alone and desperately wants a family… just not with him.
When she gets into her vacant bed and settles in her mind wonders to the last time she was happy. A year ago at Christmas when Logan couldn't make it down to Stars Hollow and it was just her and her family.
Jess.
The name haunted her mind. He was so grown up and happy, he even wrote another book. He lived in Boston now trying to make it on his own without help from anyone. When Luke sent him checks or something he would refuse and send it back. She smiled at his stubbornness when her mother told her this. Even though he was different he was still the same.
The slamming of a door echoes the house and Rory snaps out of her daydream. She stays where she is until she hears the sound of Logan's drunken voice booming through the house, "Rory!"
Rory walks into the living room and forces a half smile, "Where have you been?"
"Out" He says as he wraps his arms around her waist.
Out. It is the common response from him. She's gotten so used to it, "You're home earlier than usual."
Kissing her, he nods. She responds to the kiss almost too eagerly. It's really not that she wants to kiss him she just wants to be wanted, again. Once she smells the familiar scents she pushes away. He looks past it and unwraps his arms, "I'm going to shower." He says as he walks past her and into the bathroom.
The next morning Rory woke up and felt the left side of her bed. Cold wrinkled sheets. Her bed was the perfect way to describe her heart 'Half full'. Logan wasn't meant for her… maybe she deserved better. Or maybe… he did. He didn't know the real Rory. He knew the one she turned into.
Essential and appealed, Carries all your thoughts across You don't know me, you don't even care,
An open field,
When flowers gaze at you...they're not the only ones who cry
when they see you
you said...
You don't know me, you don't wear my chains...
Sitting on the counter with a bottle of Vodka in one hand and the other laying on the play button of the answering machine, Rory let her tears fall. She wasn't supposed to be like this. She looked down upon and pitied the girls who let their spouses treat them like this. She played the message over and over hoping the words would change.
"Logan, listen, you left your watch over here. I know you said not to call your house, but you wouldn't answer your cell. See you tonight, sweetie. The hotel room is amazing! Love you! Bye!"
The high-pitched girly voice filled the kitchen. Rory rewound and played it again and again and again…
Logan walks into the kitchen not even acknowledging her sitting their crying her eyes out. She plays the message, and he turns to face her, "Rory… that's not what you think."
"How long has it been going on?" Rory demanded through puffy eyes.
"I.. Rory… just listen to me." Logan stepped closer and reached out to her.
She slapped his hand away and scooted off the counter, "I'm leaving."
Logan followed her to the bedroom, "Where are you going?!"
Boston. It came to her mind like a quick flash of lightning, "Somewhere I belong."
Logan grabs her arm and pulls her back, "Rory! Don't you leave me!"
Rory shoves his hand off of her arm, "Don't touch me." Her old self was coming back. The old Rory that didn't let anyone push her around. The one that was independent and strong. She pulled out a suitcase and started throwing in clothes and things she needed.
"You need me Rory. You can't survive without me. We belong together. I make you something." He leaned against the wall beside the bed, watching her pack.
"No, Logan! I do not need you! I never have.. you turned me into something I didn't want to become! This isn't the real me! I don't let people push me around… and I am sick and tired of living with you. I do not love you. You are an arrogant, self-absorbed, boy. You don't even have the right to be called a man."
His hand came in contact with her face so hard that she stumbled back a little. She looked at him with angry eyes and held the spot on her face. Blinking back her tears, she shoved past him and zipped up the suitcase. Then she walked out, slamming the door in the process.
She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather…
She was speeding down the road with only a suitcase. This is where she wants to go. Where she wants to be. This is her destiny. She should've listened to Jess earlier when he said he wanted to be with her. She should've taken the chance and been with him. She was tired of being treated like some kind of helpless woman. Rory needed a change.
So she drove to Boston. She opened the glove compartment and got out a piece of yellow worn out paper that had Jess' address on it. She smiled a little and drove faster not caring who stopped her because she felt free.
I think I'll get a lover and fly them out to Spain...
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
Finally after a day or more of driving she pulled into an apartment complex. When she got out of the car she looked to the right and saw that the sun still hasn't rose. She started walking despite the time. Hopefully Jess will be awake. He always stayed up really late watching dateline specials or reruns of Friends. Or at least he used to. Maybe she didn't know him anymore. Maybe she should just turn around a go home.
Before she knew it she had knocked on the door. And Jess had swung it open looking a little tired.
Jess took in who was in front of him. His first instinct was to pull her to him and kiss her or hug her so tightly that it made her just fall into his arms. Instead he stuttered out the word he had been longing for, for too long, "Rory?"
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice...
Boston...where no one knows my name...
She didn't speak; she just took his appearance in. She wanted to be enclosed in the strong arms that lay limp at his sides. He was staring at her red mark on the right side of her face. It was throbbing and him looking at it made her ashamed, "Rory… what are you doing here?" His voice sounded kind and comforting.
She looked down and pushed the hair behind her ear then looked back up at him, "I wa-"
She was cut off by a girl's voice coming from behind her, "Jess, I think I am going to leave, now, okay?"
Rory just stood there; her heart was pounding so hard against her chest. It was almost as if it was going to burst out any second. She shook her head as she looked past him and to the petite blonde woman buttoning up her shirt. She wanted to cry. She throat was closing up and she felt like she couldn't breath.
Jess looked behind his shoulder and nodded to her, "Okay… drive safe." He looked back at Rory whose face was turning scarlet. The girl walked up to the door and kissed Jess' cheek as she walked out and past Rory. Apparently not caring who she was or why she was here.
Rory hit her hand to her forehead, "I'm so stupid." She mumbled.
Jess tried to look in her eyes, "What? Rory… what's going on?"
"I should have known you had a girlfriend. Of course you do, I mean I didn't expect you to pine over me for forever. I came out here expecting… you know what? Never mind. I'm sorry Jess, I'll just go."
Jess stopped her from turning around, "Rory… stop. It's okay just come in. Do you need to stay here for the night?" He opened the door a little wider.
"No, I can't. Jess you have a girlfriend. And I-"
Jess cut her off, "Rory. Don't worry about her, okay? I'm not. Right now I am worried about you. What happened to your face? Who did that?" He touched her cheek and she felt a trail of fire as he let it linger for a minute.
"Logan." Rory muttered under her breath.
Jess pulled her into him for a hug and closed the door behind her, "You can sleep in my room." He kissed the top of her head as a comfort sign. She looked so scared. So helpless. This wasn't the Rory he knew
Boston… where no one knows my name…
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The song is not owned by me. The song is "Boston" by Augustana. And I own nothing in this story except for Jess' girlfriend.
