Title: Daddy

Genre: Angst; Drama; Tragedy . . . the list could go on.

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls, it belongs to Amy Sherman-Palladino

Summary: He still found a way to break her trust, and he broke it in the worst way possible. Because not only did he ruin her for any other man and any other chance of happiness, he took her innocence and spirit as well. DARK. Not for Trory lovers. Also to be forewarned this is going to be long as hell.

Prologue: Introductions

I was the product of rape. I really shouldn't be here and there was a small possibility that I wasn't. Because, you see, my mother and grandmother didn't see eye to eye on the subject of me, and wether or not I should come into the world the way I was conceived. And because of that couple of month long fight, my mother was pressured into marrying my father.

Now the history between my mother and father was a strange one to begin with. It started of rocky as most relationships do, due to my fathers socialite background. But after their hatred and spiteful period they became the best of friends. And once he gained her trust it was the hardest thing to break in their relationship. Their entire time, up until the point of me, was built on trust to create equality and stability in life and business.

But no matter how much faith she had in him he still found a way to break her and her trust in him, and he broke it in the worst way possible. Because not only did he ruin her for other men, but he stole her innocence and broke her spirit. The once vibrant woman lost her shine, her once bright and open blue eyes, now guarded and dull. It's a shame how much of what made her, her disappeared after the wedding and my birth. And it's a shame that I've only seen her eyes sparkle with happiness two times, and the last time was ten years ago . . .

Now here I am a 24-year-old widowed mother of one, and college student, who now has two siblings to take care of. And though I promised to protect them from that man and the going ons in that house, I failed them, not only them, my grandmother and my mother. But most of all I feel as though it should have been me instead of her. My sweet and innocent sister, my sweet and innocent Lei had to see something no one, no less a child should have had to see: our mother being defiled by our father on the living room floor, then shot at repeatedly. And she was forced to watch from underneath the dinning room table. The bastard spilt her blood all over the living room then shot himself. Kris was the one who found her hugging our mother covered in her blood, crying her heart out.

Now as I watch they lower her body into the ground I find my heart freezing over with bitterness. I am bitter because she was so close to being free, and I am bitter because the one who ruined her life before she had a chance to actually enjoy it. I mourn for her when I am alone, thought a tear is never shed for him. He doesn't deserve my tears and her didn't deserve my mother's love yet she gave it to him unconditionally.

As they cover her casket with dirt, I want to give up. I want to crawl myself into my bed and wither away, but I have too many people counting on me. And I refuse to leave my son alone, and I refuse Lei to become jaded and tainted by the pressures of that society. She will not become like Kris and I if it's the last thing that I do. Beside, no matter how much I want to give up, my pride won't allow me to, For the blood of the DuGrey's and the Gilmore's run through my veins; all of our veins. We'll be all right, we have to be, beside I wont let us be anything other than alright beside we are not alone, and this is her story.