Summary: Rory Mariano lives with her irresponsible mother, Liz, and her stepdad, Paul. Her best friend, Jess Gilmore, lives with his crazy, but loveable mother, Lorelai, who adores Rory. When Paul does something unforgivable to 15 year old Rory, who will be there when she breaks? LIT.
A/N:WARNING:Conatins RAPE, if you don't like, don't read. I had a nightmare the other night, and this is pretty much what it was. Disturbing. WARNING rated M! Please make sure you are mature enough to handle this.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
I never saw this coming. When I was walking home from school, all that was on my mind was doing my trig homework and finishing my English project. I walked in, slamming the door, the only sign I gave to let my mother and stepdad know I was home. My stepdad, Paul, walked out from the bedroom with a bottle of beer dangling loosely from his fingers, wearing only a pair of jeans. I blushed and looked down, feeling awkward.
"Hey Paul. Is my mom here?" I stuttered out, still staring at my shoes.
He smirked, "Nope, still at work."
If you could call what my mom did 'work.' She bused tables at Applebees for a few hours a day. Big woop. I had two jobs, one at the bookstore with my best friend, Jess Gilmore, and one at a small diner down the road. Both jobs paid more than my mothers. She didn't pay the bills with them either, so she wasn't contributing. She spent all of her money on booze. What a shock. My stepdad was giving me a wierd look, one I'd never seen on him before. Paul was a pretty good stepdad, he contributed some money to bills and was nice to me. Jess hated him though. I could never figure out why. But now, as he gave me this look, I felt an uncontrollable shiver run down my spine. "I'm going to go do my homework," I muttered, rushing to my room.
He came in after me, the dark, dangerous look still lingering in his eyes. His eyes roamed my lithe body as he walked closer to me, in three long strides he was in front of me, standing very close, breathing in my scent. His body was pressed tight against mine, as I cowered away from him into the wall, but he just pressed me tightly into the wall. I felt something hard press into my stomach, and I blushed deeply as I felt tears gathering in my eyes. He was breathing heavily, his hot breath in my face. He reeked of alcohol. He was so obviously drunk. I was about to scream, but as my mouth opened he crashed his lips into mine roughly. I'd never kissed a boy. All of a sudden, he was dragging me to my bed. I shuddered, I obviously never had sex either. I couldn't push him away, although I tried. I was very weak, very frail, so it did little to try to push his heavy body away from mine. I tried to get him to let go of me, I punched him, kicked him, I flailed and tried my best, but it did no good. He pushed me roughly onto the bed, straddling me, and took off my clothes as well as his. He grabbed both my wrists tightly into his huge right hand.
As he entered me, breaking my virgin barrier walls without a care, I shut down. I didn't cry, even though it hurt like hell. I didn't say 'stop' once, I wouldn't show my weakness. If I had begged or pleaded, it would have given him even more pleasure that I was suffering and in pain. I was having an outer body experiance, it felt more like watching someone I didn't know going through it instead of me. Finally, he comes, groaning into my shoulder and it's over. I feel nothing but relieved.
I lay in my bed afterwords,only a light sheet covering me, not daring to mave an achey muscle. I hear the door slam shut and knew that he is gone, and I relax into my now bloody sheets. I hear a knock at the front door, but I don't move to answer it. Not that I could if I wanted to. The door opens softly, but I can't seem to feel panic. What's the worst that can be done now? Murdering me? That would just put me out of my misery. I hear another soft knock, this time on my door. I quietly force a 'Come in' out of my cratchy throat.
Jess peaks his head in, smiling, but as he walks to the bed his smile dissapates into an angry frown as he takes in my appearance. I know that I must look like a mess, naked with only a sheet covering me, my hair tousled and knotty from where he pulled on it, looking close to dead.
His jaw visibly clenches, and he only says one thing, not really a statment, yet not really a question either, because he already knows the answer, "Paul?" He spits the name angrily, and I just nod weakly.
He doesn't say anything else as he climbs into the bed, gently pulling me into his lap. He wraps the sheet tighter around me, getting my other blanket and wrapping it around me also. He holds me tightly to him and strokes my hair as I fall asleep, exhausted.