Inside
Rory felt his sweaty hands rub along her inner thigh, working their way up higher and higher until they grazed the hem of her underwear. The touch made her shudder, which he took to be a good thing.
"You like that, hey bitch?" he said softly in her ear. She thought to fight back, but her head was now swelling, and her vision had long since blurred. She opted to say nothing, hoping to give him no satisfaction. He just chuckled that sickening little chuckle. "Thought so," he told her. He worked his hands up to the waist band of her underwear and tucked his fingers under them, slowly, tortuously pulling them down, allowing them to fall at her ankles.
"Please stop," she uttered again, barely whispering the words. He wouldn't be deterred. He reached down with his hands, rubbing his palm over her now bare behind. She felt humiliated. He allowed his fingers to slip between her legs, placing one at the her opening. She tensed. He bucked against her, retaining his control.
"Don't be so uptight. You're gonna like this, slut," he told her. She could feel his upright erection resting against her backside. He pulled her out slightly from the wall, bending her over. She looked straight down at the ground where she could see Tristan laying limply to her side. She stared at him, noticing that his breathing was shallow. For a moment she forgot about what was happening to her and focused on her worry for him, hoping he wouldn't bleed to death before they were found.
Behind her, the boy continued to stare at her most private places. He took two fingers and harshly inserted them into Rory. She cried out, not being ready for the pain of having this happen to her. Quickly, and mercilessly, he plunged the fingers in and out of her. She had never felt more violated, but feared there was more to come.
She looked to Tristan again. He needed help. She needed control. She couldn't allow this to go further. She felt dizzy, tired, terrified.
The boy began to tire of his ministrations, and despite the complete lack of natural lubricant on Rory's part, he decided to take this to the next level.
Rory felt him place his erection at her opening. She knew she had never been more terrified then in that moment.
He attempted to push into her, barely making headway. She cried out, the pain was excruciating. He continued to push. She could barely stand the pain. She knew he was now preoccupied, and decided to end this now. This far, no further.
In one blurred motion, she pulled away from him, dropping him out of her fiercely. She retrieved the gun from the holster on his leg and aimed and fired.
He staggered back, his legs becoming tied up in his pants, and he fell backwards. He was bleeding painfully from his chest, barely conscious, naked, and angry. With the last of his strength he retrieved the gun from his pants and shot at Rory before passing out against the opposite wall to where Tristan lay. Rory sunk down against the wall. The bullet had hit her in the stomach. She'd never felt such intense pain. Slowly the room began to darken, and with one final, worried glance to Tristan, she passed out.
Outside
Lorelai and Luke had been waiting for hours. It was three in the afternoon when police finally entered the building after being assured that all non-wounded students were out.
They continued to wait, standing close to a police officer, hearing the reports over his radio.
The police began to sweep the building in teams. They quickly found the classroom where Rory had been. The gunmen were no longer inside, they heard over the radio that they had been found dead in the cafeteria, along with four other students and a teacher. In the classroom there were two dead students, and one in the corner, bleeding profusely, as well as Mr. Lucas whom had been killed immediately by the bullet.
As they continued their search they found more wounded, and a few more bodies of those less fortunate. A team of three police officers finally stumbled upon the dead Janitor. As they had been opening every door along their way, they decided to pull open the door to the janitorial closet, not expecting to find what they did.
A boy lay half naked in a pool of blood against the door. He fell out as they opened the door. They could tell that he was the third gunman. They then spotted Rory and Tristan against the back wall. Rory was hunched over Tristan, both of whom were breathing shallowly with gunshot wounds to the stomach.
"We've got two wounded and two dead in the second floor janitorial closet," Lorelai heard over the radio. She held her breath while the policeman ordered paramedics in with stretchers.
Lorelai stopped listening to the radio at that point. She felt it in her gut. She could no longer focus on anything but the doors to the school.
Luke noticed her sudden change in interest and followed her gaze to the school. After what seemed like hours the paramedics hurried out with four stretchers. On the first one Lorelai saw a blonde boy she recognized but couldn't place. The next two were covered by sheets. She held her breath as the fourth came out. She saw her. Rory, laying there, pale and unmoving.
She choked back a sob.
"Lets go," Luke said, pulling her away. She fought against him for a moment.
"Go where? She's right there!" Lorelai argued.
"To the hospital, Lorelai. She's going to need us there." Lorelai stopped fighting against him and looked back to where they were speedily loading Rory into an ambulance. Without a second thought she bolted to Luke's truck, and they took off, speeding after the ambulance.
It was nearly nine o'clock when Lorelai and Luke, whom had been in the waiting room, finally were approached by a doctor. Hours earlier Emily and Richard had arrived, along with the Dugrey's, who introduced themselves as the blonde boy's parents.
"Are you the families of Rory Gilmore and Tristan Dugrey?" he asked. They all nodded their relationships and waited for the news. "We'll start with Mr. Dugrey. He's lost a lot of blood, and is terribly weak. Most of his trauma is as a result of that. The bullet, which hit him in the abdomen managed to avoid all of the major organs. He should recover, but he's very weak. He'll need lots of attention over the next several weeks."
"Thank god," Tristan's mother sighed, clinging to his father, whom had proven to be a very stoic man, not unlike Richard.
"What about Rory," Lorelai asked. She grasped Luke's hand, needing his support.
"Rory is in pretty good shape. The bullet went straight through, so we didn't have to remove it. It also didn't pierce any organs. Although she did lose quite a bit of blood, she should make a full recovery. Also, she has several bumps on her head, one of which is concussed. We'd like to keep her for a few days and keep an eye on her, but otherwise she should be okay." Lorelai released the breath she had unknowingly been holding.
"Can we go see her now?" she asked. He hesitated. "What is it?"
"There's something else. Can I speak with you alone for a moment?" he asked Lorelai. She looked at him worriedly, but nodded, walking after him. She didn't, however, let go of Luke's hand. He followed them as well, leaving Emily and Richard unimpressed in their wake.
"What's going on? Is Rory okay?" Lorelai asked, all of her fears swelling up inside of her once more. The doctor sighed.
"Given the situation we found your daughter in… have you been apprised of that situation?" Lorelai and Luke both shook their heads. The doctor sighed. "When your daughter was found the gunman was missing his pants and underwear, and Rory's underwear had been pulled down. We performed a rape kit on her." Lorelai gasped, covering her mouth with her hand to keep from vomiting at the thought.
"Oh my God," she cried softly. Luke pulled her to him.
"Now, there is no ejaculate present on your daughter, but there is significant tearing. I'm afraid that this ordeal may have severely scarred your daughter- I want you to know this so that when she gets out of her you can seek proper counseling for her, and give her all of the support she needs to overcome this attack. She's going to need your full support," he told them. Lorelai couldn't speak. The though of this boy doing something so terrible to her daughter made her sick to her stomach. Luke swallowed hard.
"Of course. We'll do everything we can for her," he answered for her. The doctor nodded and gestured for them to follow him back to where the group was waiting.
"Tristan is in room fourteen, Rory is in room fifteen. We'll be in and out checking on them periodically throughout the evening. You're welcome to go see them now." With that the doctor left them. Richard and Emily waited a moment, hoping Lorelai would tell them what the doctor had said. She simply stared ahead.
"I have to see Rory," she said softly. She quickly set to motion, finding the room, and entering alone. Luke and the Gilmore's opted to stay outside for a moment to give Lorelai a moment with her daughter.
Lorelai slowly entered the room. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of her daughter hooked up to an IV drip, looking more pale and sickly then she ever had before. Slowly she made her way to Rory's bedside, taking a seat in the chair that was there. She took her small hand in both of hers and shuddered, thinking of what her baby had been through.
"Rory?" she asked in a small, childlike tone. Rory didn't respond. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry," Lorelai cried, small tears falling out of her eyes. She reached forward and grazed a finger over her cheek, careful to avoid the bump on her forehead which she could see through the bandage. "What on earth did he do to you?"
Emily and Richard peeked in the room, finding Lorelai hunched over the bed.
"Lorelai," Richard said calmly. She jerked her head up to look at him. "We're going to head home. We'll come by tomorrow," he told her. She nodded and smiled lightly.
"Thanks for being here," she said softly. They nodded and said their goodbyes, walking out. A moment later Luke made an entrance.
"She looks so fragile," Lorelai said in a whisper. Luke sighed deeply, feeling pain just looking at the girls feeble appearance.
"Maybe I should go home, let you guys be alone," Luke suggested softly. Lorelai looked up at him, almost desperately.
"Can you stay? I could really use some company right now," she pleaded softly. He swallowed hard and nodded.
"Yea, I'll stay as long as you want me to." She sighed and looked back at Rory.
"I keep picturing him. I keep seeing him putting his hands on her, and hurting her, and it just… ugh, it infuriates me," Lorelai said. Her tone was angry but soft. Luke nodded, pulling a chair up next to her.
"I know," he agreed.
"How could someone do that? How could he do something so sickening to my daughter?" He just shook his head.
"She's okay now, Lorelai. He's dead, she's alive. She won," he said softly, hoping that small tidbit of information would console her. She just bit her lip and looked back at Rory's feeble form.
"I just wish I could have been there for her," she said, tears now forming in her eyes. "To help her, you know? To keep her safe."
"Hey, don't do that," Luke said firmly. She looked up at him.
"What?"
"Don't go blaming yourself. This was not your fault. You could not have prevented this from happening." Lorelai looked at though she was about to protest, but thought better of it.
"I know.. it's just, seeing her here like this. I just wish I could have done something to stop it."
"I know," he said, taking her hand. She nodded, realizing he understood and turned back to her sleeping daughter. They sat in silence for a moment.
"Luke?" she asked in a small voice a moment later.
"Mm?" he responded. She waited another moment, and looked back to him, meeting his eyes.
"Thanks for coming." He swallowed hard, and reached over, taking her hand that was not in Rory's.
"Thanks for calling," he said softly. She sighed and offered him a meek smile, then turned back to her daughter.
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