Yay new chapter:P I'm getting better at this. Ok so because I forgot to do this earlier. Lorelai's 16. I'm making Luke 21 because it works better with my story and I recently found out that Scott Patterson is nearly 10 years older than Lauren Graham so I fugyred it'd be believable since I don't remember ever finding out how old Luke is on the show. Many thanks to my reviewers, and to my beta Roxxy117.

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Chapter 4

Three weeks later, Chris had gotten out of jail on bail. The advantages of the idle rich, she thought cynically. Her parents got a restraining order, so Chris couldn't come near her.

Lorelai had been withdrawing from her parents, though. She knew they were trying to help her, but considering she felt like her parents didn't really know her before, it was even worse now.

She and Emily fought all the time. It didn't matter what about, they never did anything but fight. Lorelai and Richard didn't talk at all except for the occasional greeting. The one subject they never brought up was the rape or anything relating to it. She knew her parents felt ashamed but she knew they knew it wasn't her fault.

Lorelai was sitting in her bedroom, waiting impatiently to find out what the test revealed. She rubbed her hands over the scars and new cuts on her arms. Wincing a little when she hit a little harder than she had intended. The cutting had become her addiction. The one thing that made her feel good, even normal, anymore.

It had been five minutes, she figured that had been long enough. She walked into the bathroom and picked up the strip. With a deep breath, she turned it over. She was pregnant.
"I've got to get out of here," she whispered.

No way in hell was she raising a child here. Considering her hatred of her upbringing and the stigma that she was sure would come with being a child of a rapist.

No way in hell.

Lorelai sat in a public library on the other side of the city from her home. Looking through maps of Connecticut and newspapers, to see if there were any mentions of places she could easily get to. Close enough that a bus ticket wouldn't break the bank, but far enough away that her parents wouldn't be able to find her until she wanted them to.

There were a few places, Litchfield, Granville, Woolerton and Stars Hollow, were the ones she figured she'd be able to afford. She started looking through the newspapers. There were several for Litchfield and Granville so she took those off her list. A few for Woolerton but she figured with a name like that it'd be a pretty weird place to live. She couldn't find anything for Stars Hollow. Perfect, she thought.

She went to the bus station and asked how far it was to Stars Hollow. It was only about 30 minutes away. A little close for her liking but considering it looked like a pretty under the radar town, plus she couldn't find anything for it at the library, she bought the ticket for the next day anyway.

She went home to start packing her essentials. She knew she had her bank account with monthly allowances, which would bring in some money. After that ran out, she figured she'd just find a job. Hopefully it wouldn't be too difficult.

The next day, she got off the bus in Stars Hollow. She had cleaned out her bank account, which had more money than she expected, which still wasn't saying much, and left a note for her parents.

She figured there had to be some sort of inn or B&B around there somewhere. No matter how much she hated bed-and-breakfasts she'd take what she could get.

"Um, excuse me." She said to a somewhat larger lady standing in the entrance of what appeared to be a restored barn. "Yes, honey?" She replied taking a drag of her Holly Golightly-esque cigarette. "I was just wondering if you could give me directions to a B&B or an inn. I just got here and I need someplace to stay for a couple of weeks."

"Oh sure honey. The Independence Inn is just down the road. Just keep walking and you'll find it. Can't miss."

"Thanks so much." Lorelai said with a smile. "No problem honey. You gonna be staying for a while?"

"I hope so."

"Well I'm Miss Patty. Anything you need, just ask."

"Thanks. My name's Lorelai." She said. Not wanting to give out her last name just yet in case her parents tracked her down.

I like this place, Lorelai thought as she walked down the road.

She rounded the last corner before the inn and nearly walked into a young man wearing a flannel shirt and a backwards baseball hat. "Sorry." He said quickly. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Alright." He said and continued walking.
Lorelai watched him walk away for a second, shook her head, and then walked through the doors of the Independence Inn.