Disclaimer: Like I've said so many times before, I don't own the show but I'd like to own Jess.
Chapter 4: Move me
"Rory, you know I'd love to help you move your stuff from your house in Hartford but I have to work," Dean said to Rory.
"It's okay, I understand. Thanks, Dean."
"But if you need help with anything else, just tell me."
"I will, thanks." She left the market and began walking around the town square.
"Rory!" Jess called, running over to her. "How are you?"
"I'm a microscopic amount better than I was the other day when I saw you."
"That's good, I guess."
"I need to go up to Hartford to my old house and start packing up everything that I need. It is so tiring. I have to figure out what I'm going to keep and what I'm going to sell. I just want to get this over with."
"You need help?"
"Oh, Jess, really I won't make you help."
"But I want to, please, anything I can do to help."
"Alright, who am I to turn down help?"
"Cool, let's go."
Jess looked around the giant entryway. "You lived here?"
"For eight years," Rory replied, loading valuables into a box. "Now can you please help me?"
"Sorry, just amazing. You, living here, living this life. It's just weird."
"I know, you never saw me as this kind of girl but can you please help? That's why you're here. Can you go load up stuff in the kitchen?"
"Yeah, sure." He walked into the kitchen not knowing what to do exactly. He began opening cabinets and loading the plates into a box. He opened a cabinet to find several bottles of alcohol. Most of them were empty. But there was one bottle, a bottle of Jack Daniels that still had a little left in the bottle.
"Hey, Rory!" Jess said as he came back into the entryway. "What should I do with this?" He showed her the bottle of Jack Daniels.
Rory stared at the bottle.
Flashback
"Logan, please just put down the bottle and go to sleep," Rory begged her husband as he wandered around the room pushing things off of shelves.
"Shut up!" He yelled at her.
"Logan, I'm begging you, just go to sleep."
"Shut up!" He yelled again. And with his open hand, he hit her across the face, knocking her to the floor.
She glared up at him. "Get out!"
"What?" He asked confused.
"GET OUT! I want you out now!"
"Rory…"
"Get the hell out!"
Logan set the bottle down on the counter and left the house.
End of flashback
"Just throw it out," she replied.
"What? It's perfectly good," he answered.
"I don't care, get rid of it." She looked away from the bottle, wanting to block the memory from her mind.
Jess unscrewed the cap of the bottle and moved it slowly towards his mouth.
"Jess! Don't!" Rory shouted at him.
"Oh c'mon, Rory, just having a little fun."
"Just give me the bottle!" She reached over, trying to get the bottle from Jess and she knocked it out of his hand, making it shatter on the floor.
Jess knelt down to the floor and began trying to pick up the shards of glass.
Rory looked away from the broken bottle and Jess. She started sniffling as tears came from her eyes. "Don't worry about it, I just want to get out of here."
He glanced over to her. "Hey what's wrong?"
"Nothing…" She tried to hold back her tears. "Really."
He stood up and rested his hands on her shoulders. "What is wrong?"
"Just memories…" She let out a sob. "Stupid memories."
"What are you talking about?"
"The bottle. Logan died in a car crash because he was drunk. I kicked him out and he died."
"Oh, Rory, I'm so sorry." He hugged her. "I didn't know."
"I know you didn't, let's just get this over with." She wiped the tears off her cheek, smearing the base and revealing a part of the bruise.
"What's that?" Jess asked with a confused look.
"What's what?" Rory replied, calming down.
"On your face." He pointed to the bruise.
Her hand went to her face, covering the bruise. "Nothing."
He grabbed her hand, pulling it away from her face, and he started wiping away the makeup.
"Ow," she muttered.
"What happened?"
"Stupid me, I ran into a door."
"I know you're lying, what happened?"
She tried to avoid eye contact. "Logan happened."
"He hit you?"
"The night he died, he was drunk. He hit me and I demanded that he got out. I killed him."
"You didn't, you did the right thing."
"In what world?"
"The real one, Rory."
"But he was drunk! He didn't know what he was doing!"
"He did! Trust me, I've been drunk before and you know what is going on when you're intoxicated!"
"But, I didn't want to hurt him!"
"You didn't."
"Right."
He let his hand touch her hurt cheek. "I am right."
"It's my fault, if he hit me, he must've had a reason."
"He's a jackass. Wait, he was a jackass."
"Let's just finish this up."
AN: Let Jess help you, Rory! Anyways, R&R!