A/N: SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I LAST UPDATED! IT'S BEEN A ROUGH PATCH, BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THE NEW CHAPTER, HERE IT IS!
I stood there as I watched her leave me. She had said it too hadn't she? I kicked myself repeatedly. That was stupid. I had no right to spring it on her like that. I ran to my car not bothering to go back to my house. I just wanted to see her. I figured she'd go home to Helen like she did sometimes when we'd fight. I just had to keep going. I wasn't going to let her go. Not this time.
I pull in the drive and park so they won't find me and race through the servants entrance. I don't need anyone knowing I'm here. It was bad this time, there was a chance she might be up in our room. It was almost laughable how I still thought of everything being ours instead of mine. I had left her. And for what? I was most definately not happier now that I had. The way I pined over her was ridiculous. And last night... I heaved a heavy sigh. I had cried when I left. I never cried. But it broke my heart to know that she'd have to wake up alone. Again. All because I was too scared to say the words. And then the one time that I finally work up the courage it was the most impossible time to say anything at all, much less that. That had been near suicidal for me. For us.
I walk in, nothing's changed. I know it is because of Helen. Some of Rory's things are still here. Some clothes in the dresser. Some books on the shelves. CD's in the case, and the player too probably. Some of her things to get ready in the mornings would be in the bathroom. Helen has kept them there to remind me what an ass I am, I'm sure. And I know I am. I relaize that I've been standing there for a very long time and I move to go to the bed. When she busts into the room, I thank my lucky stars that I didn't. She looks around briefly, probably thinking the same thing I had about it not being changed. About Helen. About her things. About me. She was crying and it damn near broke my heart all over. She threw herself on the bed and I started to move towards her. I just wanted to hold her. Pretend that things weren't the way that they were. That it wasn't my fault. That I'd never left her.
She spotted me and the saddness in her eyes quickly reverts into rage. I know this look. It happens sometimes. She launched herself at me and started beating on my chest, I know I deserve it. But for someone so little she sure can hit hard. Finally she collapsed against me, sobbing. And I hold her. I whisper soft words to her. And then suddenly, she pushes me away and I think we are going for round two. But then I see the look in her eyes right before she turns and runs. I grabbed her arm, trying to pull her back to me. Trying to make her stay. "I loved you once, you know. I would have done anything for you. I gave up my mother, my life, all of my friends, all of my morals, and my dreams and for what?" She let that hang in the air, she never once looked into my eyes though. "Rory..." Her name slips off my tongue like a desperate plea, and I realize that's exactly what it is. She simply shook her head. "Why don't you ask Summer?" And with that, she broke away from me and left. I'm desperately calling her name, begging her to come back, knowing that she won't.
I went back to my house and found Summer there. Waiting it seemed. Although I wasn't sure why. This was just peachy. I look at her before she starts to talk. I don't say anything. Not yet. "She came here. Why was she here?" This makes me angry. Something she does not want to make me. "The real question is, why are you here?" She dissmisses this. "Oh, Trissy..." I visibly cringe. "Don't." I can't even bring myself to say her name. "Fine. Listen, she left this for you. Says you left it at school. Although I've never seen it before. I've never seen her run that fast." Her voice was cruel and suddenly my blood boiled. "Listen you little twit. What did you say to her?" She looks almost suprised. "What did you say?!" She is taken aback, I can tell. Good. "I asked her what she wanted with you." Her voice was quieter and not as high pitched. A sure sign of fear. "What. Did. You. Say." I repeat it as if talking to a small child. My voice is dangerously low and she is, quite litterally, backed into a corner. "I asked her what she wanted with my boyfriend." I slam my fist into the wall beside her head making her flinch visibly. "I am not nor will I ever be your boyfriend. I am nothing to you. When you see me, pretend you don't know me. Go screw one of your little toys. I am not under any circumastances with you." I move to let her pass, but I decide to add insult to injury. "And you are going to apologize to Rory." It was the tone that I had heard my father use many times. The one that leaves no room for argument. She nods and then she is gone forever.
I want to go to her. To hold her. But I know that isn't the way. I need a plan. And I need one now.
A/N: SORRY IT'S SO SHORT I'M REALLY NOT FEELING WELL AFTER MY WRECK YESTERDAY. SO HERE IT IS, THERE SHOULD BE ANOTHER UPDATE SOON!
