Chapter 1

If Only I Could Escape

Written by: Rayc Petite

Edited by: Gilmoregirl7878

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Rory Gilmore looked up at the colonial style Connecticut mansion and held her breath as she rang the door bell. It was a warm August day, but Rory couldn't help but feel unbelievably cold. She racked her brain for the vague memory of what her grandparents looked like. She wished she could remember something about them, anything, even if the memory was unpleasant. She sighed as shook her head, nothing. Rory hadn't seen her grandparents since she was three years old. They were part of the world her mother had fought so hard to keep her away from. Now, her mother was dead and she was being shoved back into society.

Her mother had passed away three months ago in a fire at the Inn she had worked at. It had been so unexpected. It had turned Rory's world completely upside down. She felt like everything around her was moving so fast, yet she was standing still, unable to move from the spot where she stood. She hadn't just lost her mother. She had lost her best friend.

When she first died, Rory had moved in with her father. That had ended in disaster. Now her only choices were foster care or living with the Gilmores'. Rory grew more and more nervous as she waited for the door to open. She clutched her suitcases so tight that her knuckles were turning white. Rory hoped her mother's many horror stories about her grandparents were exaggerated.

The door swung open and Rory braced herself for who was on the other side. She relaxed as she realized it was the maid who had opened the door. Rory smiled brightly at the small, frail, and frightened woman.

"Miss Gilmore?" She asked skeptically. Rory nodded and extended her right hand for the woman to shake. The maid stared at her hand with a puzzled look. Rory slowly recoiled her hand as a fierce woman came up behind the maid.

"Glenda, who's at the door?" She asked in an annoyed tone. The fierce woman looked like she was scolding a small child instead of a grown woman. The fierce woman looked up at Rory and her scowl morphed into a perfect smile. Rory assumed these were the perfected 'society smiles' her mother had told her so much about. They were used strictly for showing fake happiness.

"Rory?" She asked in a delighted tone. Rory nodded nervously. The woman continued beaming and embraced Rory in a tight hug. Rory assumed this was her grandmother, Emily. Emily extracted herself from the hug and looked Rory up and down. "Oh look how grown up you are! How old are you now?" Rory smiled slightly.

"Um… I'm fifteen and I'll be sixteen in October," she said shyly. Emily tilted her head to the side and looked at Rory like she was adorable.

"Well that's just wonderful," Emily led her inside into the hall. Rory gasped at what was around her. If she thought the outside of the house was spectacular, she shouldn't have been surprised that the inside would be even more extravagant.

Everything was in perfect order and Rory felt like she was in a museum, as apposed to a house. Her mother was right. She would never feel at home here. Emily turned to the maid.

"Take Rory's bags up to her room," she barked. The maid flinched at the sound of Emily's shrill voice and quickly gathered up her suitcases. Rory looked over at the maid and noticed her knees were buckling under the weight of the luggage. Rory quickly moved to help her, but Emily waved her off. "Oh Rory, leave her be. It's her job." Rory looked over at the maid unsure. The maid sighed and started working her way up the grand staircase, struggling with the bags on her way up. Emily turned back to Rory and smiled like a Cheshire cat.

"So Rory, would you like a tour?" Emily asked hopefully. Rory nodded as Emily guided her around the house. Emily pointed out everything from the ceiling to the carpet. Everything was full of history about the Gilmore's history. The house had been in the family for generations. Though there had been some extensions added on later. Emily also explained to her about the Gilmore's hundred year feud with their next door neighbors, the Huntzbergers. Rory felt chills run through her body as she walked through the magnificent house. She looked around wearily for something that would remind her of her mother, but she had no such luck.

An hour later, Emily led her to a hallway on the third floor of the house. There was only one door at the end of the hallway and the hallway was excluded from the rest of the house. Rory rubbed her arms for warmth. She looked around at the musty hallway and almost ran into Emily when she stopped. Emily took a ring of keys out of her pocket and started searching for a specific key. When she finally found it, she held it up and turned to Rory. "This will be your room." Emily turned back around and unlocked the door. It swung open, unleashing light into the dark hallway.

Rory entered slowly and looked around at the room. It was very large and everything was in shades of light blue and white. It was so perfect, it looked like a painting. Emily leaned against the door frame.

"This was your mother's room." Emily said slowly. Rory turned around and looked Emily in the eye. "It's-" Emily stuttered. "It's good you're here, even if the circumstances are unfortunate." Rory nodded feebly. Emily smiled. This smile actually looked sincere. It didn't look strained like the 'society smile.' Rory smiled back. Emily left the room and shut the door behind her. Rory turned back around and looked at her new room.

Tears welled up in her cerulean blue eyes. Not because of happiness, but because this room reminded her nothing of her mother; the fun loving coffee addict who had helped her grow up. Rory walked over to the closet and opened it. It was a walk in closet and Rory noticed that all of her clothes were already placed inside, along with some others her Grandmother had obviously picked out.

Rory sighed and walked over to the kind sized bed. She sat down on the powder blue covers and lay down. She turned her head to look at the paned window on one of the walls. She looked closer and noticed it wasn't a window at all, it was a door. The door led to a large balcony that over looked a courtyard in between two houses. One was the Gilmore's and the other one, she guessed, was the Huntzberger's.

She looked up at the white ceiling, realizing that nothing was ever going to be the same again. She was sitting in her own sky blue prison.

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Logan Huntzberger entered his large second story bedroom and slammed the door behind him. Anger ran through his body and provoked him to throw a lamp against he wall. How could this be happening? He plopped down on his over sized bed and loosened his Armani tie. He had just come back from a family diner, where his parents had informed him that he would be spending the school year in a boarding school in Europe.

Logan had feared this when he had been expelled from his last private school. He had been expelled from a lot of them. His father had often threatened to send him away to boarding school, but Logan had always thought it was an empty threat. Logan closed his eyes and tried to figure out how he had let this happen. Well he knew how this had happened. With the help of his friends he had glued all the furniture in his Headmaster's office to the ceiling. He had gone too far this time. He just had to press his father's buttons. He pushed his dad over the edge.

Now, it was just a week before he would be shipped off to boarding school and he had to say goodbye to all of his friends. It's not like he wouldn't make new friends. It was a given, he was a Huntzberger after all. He just didn't feel like making new friends. God, it was so hard to be fifteen.

Logan opened his eyes and walked over to his over sized balcony to think. He could look on the bright side. At least he would be out of here. Ever since his big sister, Honor, had gone off to college Logan had felt like he was in a prison. He couldn't talk to anybody in this house. Every body he knew here was so fake. They would always give him whatever he wanted just to shut him up. He could never actually rely on his father, mother, or grandfather. To them, he was just the heir to the Huntzberger fortune and nothing more.

He had been put on a proverbial conveyer belt at the age of three. He was Yale bound and after that his father would start training him to take over the family business. Being the CEO of The Huntzberger Publishing Company was his inevitable destiny. Too bad he didn't want it. All Logan ever wanted was a family that actually loved him. That's why he misbehaved so badly. He just wanted a little bit of attention from his own father. Too bad his own plan had backfired. As soon he got too out of control they were sending him away.

Well if they were never going to love him, then he was going to stop loving them back. No need to waste so much energy on a hopeless cause. Logan sat down on his balcony and removed a loose brick. Behind it was a silver flask. Logan unscrewed the top and took a quick swig. Logan sighed as the cool liquid slid down his throat. So he was a stress drinker? It ran in the family.

Logan looked up at the third story balcony that was attached to the Gilmore's house. The paned doors adjoining to the balcony were wide open. The lights in the room the balcony protruded from were on too. Logan cocked his head in curiosity. Nobody had lived in that room for years. The Gilmore's were old and they only had one daughter who had gotten pregnant at the age of sixteen. As far as he knew, that daughter had completely escaped from society, leaving the Gilmore's heiress. Logan took another swig from his flask. He envied that girl. If he was a girl, he would totally get pregnant to escape his life. Logan shook his head. Who could possibly be living with those dinosaurs?

He stood up and walked back into his room. He was jumping to conclusions. The maid must just be cleaning that room today. He went over to his closet and found his leather bound suitcase. He flopped it open on his bed. He might as well get a head start on packing for Europe.

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A/N: Okay, PLEASE don't send me reviews saying "I think someone else has written by someone else" because it was, I'm continuing the story.

I only hope I can do the story justice. Those who have read this when it was previously posted, please review again!! Rayc Petite did an amazing job writing this and her writing deserves to be reviewed.

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