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Chapter Two:
Summary: Tristan has rescued Rory from Dean's clutches, now it's just a simple matter of figuring out what to do next. Or is it?
Disclaimer: I don't own nor am I affiliated in anyway with The Gilmore Girls.
Rating: This story is rated M, it has dark themes and references to sensitive sexual matters.
Author's Note: It is fan fiction and therefore I've written it the way I have imagined this should be. I know it may be out of character for Dean but when the original idea was formed we were still in season one and hadn't 'met' anyone else yet. This is what I have decided to do with the characters, I am aware some may not like this but please give it a chance.
I am really sorry that it has taken me so long to update this story. I want to thank all those wonderful people who reviewed the first chapter. I had a really awful case of writer's block that spanned an unusually long time. Part of me was afraid that after the first chapter I couldn't possibly do the story justice by writing any more, but alas here I am with a fresh thought wave and we will see how we go. As always your reviews are appreciated and gratefully received. Now that I have decided to continue his story I will be looking for a beta, so if you're interested please drop me a line.
Warning: This story starts off a bit dark and may remain that way. It may deal with issues such as rape and mental problems, if you get offended easily or are under age please do not read it.
Tristan has been pacing the room for the past hour. Rory was sleeping fitfully on the bed in front of him. Dark circles around his eyes were the tell tale signs of the night he had had.
He had driven for more hours than he cared to remember, only stopping once so Rory could use the rest rooms.
They hadn't arrived until four in the morning. Groggy from the sleep Rory had allowed Tristan to lead her up to the room in which she had promptly laid on the bed and fallen asleep.
After covering her with a blanket, Tristan had kept watch in the rocking chair beside the bed. The events of the previous day weighed heavily on his mind and as yet he was unsure how to approach the current situation. By now Rory's mum Loreali was probably frantic with worry, but, as he hadn't found the words to tell her what had happened to Rory, his cell phone remained unused lying on the side table next to the bed.
A groan from Rory snapped his attention back to the present.
"No, Dean please don't, you know it's not true" trickles of moisture were streaming down her face from where she'd given into tears in her fitful sleep.
Walking over to the bed Tristan ran his hand softly over her hair. "Shh Rory, it's alright now, he can't hurt you anymore". The young girl whimpered and turned in her sleep to face the opposite direction.
Checking his watch he saw that it was almost ten o'clock. The police were probably looking for her by now too. His own absence on the other hand probably wasn't even noticed. His parents were out of town again and the servants didn't start until noon and when they did they would most likely assume he was at Chilton.
Giving in to the hunger pangs his stomach was throwing at him, he checked to make sure Rory was still sleeping and headed down the stairs. His mind wandered back to the night before.
Easing his car into fifth gear Tristan kept his eyes focused on the road. Rory was sleeping beside him and apart from a few murmurs in her sleep she seemed relatively peaceful. His fists clenched around the steering wheel as he thought back to what he had walked in on. How the hell did Rory let it get that far? She was not one to be pushed around or so he had thought. He was mentally kicking himself for not having acknowledged the signs earlier. He of all people should have recognised it. His thought process was interrupted by the buzzing of his cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Tristan it's me, where are you? You were supposed to be at my house fifteen minutes ago, we have that English assignment to do and I wont accept anything less than an A so get your arse over here now" Paris's voice demanded.
"Paris, please don't take this the wrong way but I can't tell you. I have something that I need to deal with, it can't wait. Cover for me?" he appealed to the softer side he knew she had somewhere.
He took the next exit of the freeway as he waited for her answer.
Paris sighed on the other end of the line. This assignment really was important but Tristan didn't usually skive off stuff like this unless it was urgent.
"Alright, I'll cover for you this time, but you owe me Tristan DuGrey" she didn't wait for his reply before hanging up.
Rory sat up suddenly. "I am going to be sick, quick stop".
The car had barely even stopped before she was out he door and heading to the restrooms. Luckily they were right outside a gas station.
He wanted to follow her to make sure she was alright but something told him she wouldn't want him there right now, so instead he headed into the shop to get some coffee and a few snacks for the road.
After completely throwing up the contents of her stomach Rory stood at the basin washing her face. Looking into the mirror she saw how pale and sallow she looked. She wished more than ever that this was someone else's reflection and that she wasn't in this whole situation. Standing there a while longer she tried to put off the inevitable, facing Tristan. Surely he must have questions and the nagging thought kept biting her, how much did he see?
Deciding that she indeed couldn't stay inside the damp dark urine smelling rest room forever she went outside and back to the car. Tristan was leaning beside it watching her.
"I got coffee" he grinned. He had barely even proffered the beverage before she took it from him gulping the hot liquid.
"Mary slow down I can get more" he was still watching her. She looked so pale and tired. He wanted to question her, to ask her why but he couldn't bare putting her through that just now instead he opened her door and helped her back into his car.
It had been 18hrs now since he had left Stars Hollow with Rory and yet he was still no closer to coming up with a way of letting her mom know that she was ok but at the same time keeping their whereabouts hidden. A scream pierced the air and he dropped the hot cup of coffee he was holding, in a hurry to get up to Rory.
Reaching the staircase he leapt up the steps three at a time until he came to the top. Charging into the room he let out a sigh of relief when he realised it was only Rory having another nightmare. The scream had chilled him to the bone and for a moment there he was afraid that somehow they had been followed.