to smile1- I tried to make Tristan a bit out of character (if we can really
define it) in that chapter because I think every guy has an *emotional*
side (for lack of better term trust me) I am going to show a bit more of
the *step out of the box* (again for lack of better term it is 12 for cryin
out loud) in this chapter. Also that to chad'z baby for the review.
I also only have about 3 more chapters left in this story and yes, their will be a twist.
Chapter 6- Fallen
Rory's POV~
There was a rap on the door, followed by the chime of the doorbell. I smiled; Tristan was always the impatient one. For a minute, I considered sitting there and waiting for him to hit the doorbell a few more times before crying out my name in an impatient scowl but then I remembered.
~flashback~
I flipped my hair up casually, letting the ends of my brown hair fall gracefully on my shoulders. "Rory are you almost ready?" Tristan called from the living room where I assumed he had let himself into. "Give me another minute." I said, half smiling as I pictured him pacing the living room.
"You said that fifteen minutes ago." He muttered, half groaning as he sank into the deep velvet that was clad on the couch in my living room.
"Did not." I remarked, sneaking a glance at the clock where my fate had been sealed. So he was right but it was not like we had anywhere to go to on time.
"Turn on the TV or something." I said, heading over to my vanity as I lightly sprayed perfume on my pale neck.
"Tristan?" I asked again, after a few minutes of no answer.
"If you are being a stubborn baby we can just-" I said, stopping mid- sentence.
"Tristan?" I asked, pain increasing in my voice. I ran over to his body, sprawled on the couch a slight line of blood running from his cut forehead. "Tristan?" I asked again.
~end of flashback~
"Rory?" I heard a deep, recognizable voice say.
"Sorry Tristan." I said, trailing off slightly as I bat my eyes quickly to stop tears that were threatening to fall down my cheeks.
"It's ok but are you?" he asked worriedly.
"Thanks for your concern but I am fine." I said, standing up. I grabbed the chair firmly to steady myself. I looked up into Tristan's blue eyes full of concern and gave him a reassuring smile.
"Are you sure because we don't have to go." he muttered, trailing off.
"Yes I am sure Tristan, I just wish I had had this much concern for you back." I whispered softly, my last words hanging to the back of my throat like a nail. I took a deep intake of breath as I felt a slight jolt through my body. I felt a strong arm around my waist which I quickly snaked out of. I didn't need his sympathy.
"What is it Rory?" he asked, heading out to his car.
"I don't need your sympathy." I called harshly at his retreating figure.
"What? You don't have my sympathy." He said, turning around abruptly.
I walked past him quickly. "Well I don't need it." I repeated stupidly.
"Ok fine then Rory, I will be sure not to put any sympathy on you." He said, mocking me.
"You are acting like a jerk." I remarked coldly, giving him an icy stare.
"You aren't exactly a ray of golden sunshine." He added, starting the car.
I sighed, shifting my weight uncomfortably on the seats.
"Is there something you want to tell me Rory? Cause unless you have changed, you have never truly been a bitch." He said, giving me a glance as we turned onto the interstate.
"Are you calling me a bitch?" I asked, trying to sound appalled but it never really left the mask I had been wearing the whole conversation.
"Depends, if I am then will you tell me what is wrong." He joked.
"Tristan." I said warningly.
"Rory," He said, using the same tone I had just used.
"damnit." I said loudly, hitting my head against the dashboard roughly.
~***Tristan's POV***~
"Just tell me what the fuck it is and I will leave you alone." I cried out half in disgust and half in confusion. A small trickle of blood was escaping from rory's head as she finally looked at me.
"I'm sorry." I finally added, wondering what the hell just happened.
I pulled the car over quickly off the interstate.
"It's ok, I just don't know anymore." She said, looking me dead in the eye.
"Me neither Rory but I don't hit dashboards to find out." I said, half joking as I jump out of the car and around the back. I grabbed the first aid kit and headed to her side of the car but apparently she didn't realize that I was joking because what she said next practically killed me.
I opened the door with a creak and stared up at Rory. "At least I don't kill my father to find out what happens either." She said crisply, refusing to look me in the eye. I knew why too because she knew it would hurt me.
I dropped the first aid kit like it was on fire and watched as the contents spilled over the wet interstate line. I attempted to pick them up but the numbness in my arms, in my body, prevented me to finish. I scowled softly, forcing myself to pick up the contents and stop acting like a baby. I looked over to my car, as the light rain created a mist haven and encircled me, covering me up and trying to protect me from my emotions. I felt my blonde hair get wet at its tips and then those drops fall down my pain- shock stricken face. I was numb inside but I could feel my skin tingling and the hairs on my arms.
I stood there for what seemed like an eternity then I snapped back to reality and walked over to the car, snaking my arm out to turn off the ignition. I felt her touch my arm lightly and right then I knew what had caused all my pain. In rage, I slapped her hard across the face, a jolt of energy through my body as my hand made contact with her pale skin. She screamed inside but did not make a sound. The young girl just sat there, watching the rage settle on the young man's features as his hand swept across her face, and again she screamed inside but did not say a word. She knew they would be here for awhile.
I grabbed my hand back, swiping it across my pants like a fever. It burned in a cold manner, if that was at all possible; it was to him that night. I scowled slightly as the blood ran up to my frostbitten finger tips and back up to my face. No 'I'm sorry' was needed this time. well it wouldn't really matter cause it was never said.
I crouched down softly, leaning against the passenger side of the car, the wet drops were continuing to fall down but I knew Rory wouldn't be opening the door anytime soon so I didn't have to worry about a down pour.
I began to wonder if anyone was missing us and wondering where we were but I had more people that hated me there than liked me so that thought immediately left my mind like all the others.
I felt a slight tapping on the window, like an inconsistent heartbeat, and a loud moan. I sighed and leaned back further, refusing to give in to whatever 'sympathy', laughing softly at my choice of word, Rory was cooking up or what ever trap she wanted me to fall in.
A few more slight tapings, each growing fainter like the dying of a heartbeat and I began to slightly wonder what she was going to say. I began to rethink the ride over and the things that had been set, another thrust of anger caused me to bang my fist into the side of my car. "My forehead." Rory moaned slightly, the soft voice taking seconds to flow into the young mans ears that were listening, though he wouldn't admit to it, on the outside of the car.
As soon as I heard, I jumped up abruptly and ran over to the mismatched first aid kit that lay in the grass. "Shit Rory." I said, opening the door to find Rory with blood running down her face, and on her blouse. The cut, opened a bit from the last time I saw it, was in the middle of the mess.
I took out a napkin-type thing, being totally clueless about this whole thing, and spit on it, trying to wipe of the blood that was already on her face.
"You have no idea what you are doing do you?" she asked.
"That obvious?" I asked wiping off the blood that had rolled down her neck.
She didn't answer.
I guess it was.
She is making you paranoid Tristan.
Get a hold of yourself.
I felt her slightly tremble, causing the ends of my lips to curve into a smirk.
"Are my hands that cold Mary?" I asked, giving her a skeptical look as I dug for a band aid.
"No I think it is your spit." She said.
"Are you sure, because I think it could just be my touch that is making you tremble." I said, giving her a sideways glance as I found the measly little brown sticky evil band aid made of shit.
"It doesn't, it is cold out here." She commented.
"You have lost your wit Mary, and to be frank I should have noticed it before. You Have gotten more pathetic, shallow and idiotic which is something I never thought I would see you, innocent Mary." I said, steadying my hand on her cheek as I carefully applied the Band-Aid to her wound.
"Innocent Mary." I repeated, dropping my hand from her check and down her face to her shoulder, thumbing at the edge of her of the shoulder shirt. I felt her softly shiver and I knew it wasn't because of the cold. Why? Because I was shivering too and I had a coat on.
A/n- ok I thought I would end there. a bit of action but not too much and I didn't go over it greatly for verb confusion and stuff so if you notice it, tell me. sorry about spacing and stuff too.
Plz review and happy New Year
IcAnCu
I also only have about 3 more chapters left in this story and yes, their will be a twist.
Chapter 6- Fallen
Rory's POV~
There was a rap on the door, followed by the chime of the doorbell. I smiled; Tristan was always the impatient one. For a minute, I considered sitting there and waiting for him to hit the doorbell a few more times before crying out my name in an impatient scowl but then I remembered.
~flashback~
I flipped my hair up casually, letting the ends of my brown hair fall gracefully on my shoulders. "Rory are you almost ready?" Tristan called from the living room where I assumed he had let himself into. "Give me another minute." I said, half smiling as I pictured him pacing the living room.
"You said that fifteen minutes ago." He muttered, half groaning as he sank into the deep velvet that was clad on the couch in my living room.
"Did not." I remarked, sneaking a glance at the clock where my fate had been sealed. So he was right but it was not like we had anywhere to go to on time.
"Turn on the TV or something." I said, heading over to my vanity as I lightly sprayed perfume on my pale neck.
"Tristan?" I asked again, after a few minutes of no answer.
"If you are being a stubborn baby we can just-" I said, stopping mid- sentence.
"Tristan?" I asked, pain increasing in my voice. I ran over to his body, sprawled on the couch a slight line of blood running from his cut forehead. "Tristan?" I asked again.
~end of flashback~
"Rory?" I heard a deep, recognizable voice say.
"Sorry Tristan." I said, trailing off slightly as I bat my eyes quickly to stop tears that were threatening to fall down my cheeks.
"It's ok but are you?" he asked worriedly.
"Thanks for your concern but I am fine." I said, standing up. I grabbed the chair firmly to steady myself. I looked up into Tristan's blue eyes full of concern and gave him a reassuring smile.
"Are you sure because we don't have to go." he muttered, trailing off.
"Yes I am sure Tristan, I just wish I had had this much concern for you back." I whispered softly, my last words hanging to the back of my throat like a nail. I took a deep intake of breath as I felt a slight jolt through my body. I felt a strong arm around my waist which I quickly snaked out of. I didn't need his sympathy.
"What is it Rory?" he asked, heading out to his car.
"I don't need your sympathy." I called harshly at his retreating figure.
"What? You don't have my sympathy." He said, turning around abruptly.
I walked past him quickly. "Well I don't need it." I repeated stupidly.
"Ok fine then Rory, I will be sure not to put any sympathy on you." He said, mocking me.
"You are acting like a jerk." I remarked coldly, giving him an icy stare.
"You aren't exactly a ray of golden sunshine." He added, starting the car.
I sighed, shifting my weight uncomfortably on the seats.
"Is there something you want to tell me Rory? Cause unless you have changed, you have never truly been a bitch." He said, giving me a glance as we turned onto the interstate.
"Are you calling me a bitch?" I asked, trying to sound appalled but it never really left the mask I had been wearing the whole conversation.
"Depends, if I am then will you tell me what is wrong." He joked.
"Tristan." I said warningly.
"Rory," He said, using the same tone I had just used.
"damnit." I said loudly, hitting my head against the dashboard roughly.
~***Tristan's POV***~
"Just tell me what the fuck it is and I will leave you alone." I cried out half in disgust and half in confusion. A small trickle of blood was escaping from rory's head as she finally looked at me.
"I'm sorry." I finally added, wondering what the hell just happened.
I pulled the car over quickly off the interstate.
"It's ok, I just don't know anymore." She said, looking me dead in the eye.
"Me neither Rory but I don't hit dashboards to find out." I said, half joking as I jump out of the car and around the back. I grabbed the first aid kit and headed to her side of the car but apparently she didn't realize that I was joking because what she said next practically killed me.
I opened the door with a creak and stared up at Rory. "At least I don't kill my father to find out what happens either." She said crisply, refusing to look me in the eye. I knew why too because she knew it would hurt me.
I dropped the first aid kit like it was on fire and watched as the contents spilled over the wet interstate line. I attempted to pick them up but the numbness in my arms, in my body, prevented me to finish. I scowled softly, forcing myself to pick up the contents and stop acting like a baby. I looked over to my car, as the light rain created a mist haven and encircled me, covering me up and trying to protect me from my emotions. I felt my blonde hair get wet at its tips and then those drops fall down my pain- shock stricken face. I was numb inside but I could feel my skin tingling and the hairs on my arms.
I stood there for what seemed like an eternity then I snapped back to reality and walked over to the car, snaking my arm out to turn off the ignition. I felt her touch my arm lightly and right then I knew what had caused all my pain. In rage, I slapped her hard across the face, a jolt of energy through my body as my hand made contact with her pale skin. She screamed inside but did not make a sound. The young girl just sat there, watching the rage settle on the young man's features as his hand swept across her face, and again she screamed inside but did not say a word. She knew they would be here for awhile.
I grabbed my hand back, swiping it across my pants like a fever. It burned in a cold manner, if that was at all possible; it was to him that night. I scowled slightly as the blood ran up to my frostbitten finger tips and back up to my face. No 'I'm sorry' was needed this time. well it wouldn't really matter cause it was never said.
I crouched down softly, leaning against the passenger side of the car, the wet drops were continuing to fall down but I knew Rory wouldn't be opening the door anytime soon so I didn't have to worry about a down pour.
I began to wonder if anyone was missing us and wondering where we were but I had more people that hated me there than liked me so that thought immediately left my mind like all the others.
I felt a slight tapping on the window, like an inconsistent heartbeat, and a loud moan. I sighed and leaned back further, refusing to give in to whatever 'sympathy', laughing softly at my choice of word, Rory was cooking up or what ever trap she wanted me to fall in.
A few more slight tapings, each growing fainter like the dying of a heartbeat and I began to slightly wonder what she was going to say. I began to rethink the ride over and the things that had been set, another thrust of anger caused me to bang my fist into the side of my car. "My forehead." Rory moaned slightly, the soft voice taking seconds to flow into the young mans ears that were listening, though he wouldn't admit to it, on the outside of the car.
As soon as I heard, I jumped up abruptly and ran over to the mismatched first aid kit that lay in the grass. "Shit Rory." I said, opening the door to find Rory with blood running down her face, and on her blouse. The cut, opened a bit from the last time I saw it, was in the middle of the mess.
I took out a napkin-type thing, being totally clueless about this whole thing, and spit on it, trying to wipe of the blood that was already on her face.
"You have no idea what you are doing do you?" she asked.
"That obvious?" I asked wiping off the blood that had rolled down her neck.
She didn't answer.
I guess it was.
She is making you paranoid Tristan.
Get a hold of yourself.
I felt her slightly tremble, causing the ends of my lips to curve into a smirk.
"Are my hands that cold Mary?" I asked, giving her a skeptical look as I dug for a band aid.
"No I think it is your spit." She said.
"Are you sure, because I think it could just be my touch that is making you tremble." I said, giving her a sideways glance as I found the measly little brown sticky evil band aid made of shit.
"It doesn't, it is cold out here." She commented.
"You have lost your wit Mary, and to be frank I should have noticed it before. You Have gotten more pathetic, shallow and idiotic which is something I never thought I would see you, innocent Mary." I said, steadying my hand on her cheek as I carefully applied the Band-Aid to her wound.
"Innocent Mary." I repeated, dropping my hand from her check and down her face to her shoulder, thumbing at the edge of her of the shoulder shirt. I felt her softly shiver and I knew it wasn't because of the cold. Why? Because I was shivering too and I had a coat on.
A/n- ok I thought I would end there. a bit of action but not too much and I didn't go over it greatly for verb confusion and stuff so if you notice it, tell me. sorry about spacing and stuff too.
Plz review and happy New Year
IcAnCu