"What?" Kate questioned with a squeak, completely caught off guard.
"You know. The guy that helped make me. That knocked you up."
Now the normal Rory attitude came out and Kate didn't know how to react to it. Definitely since the question that brought it on was one she never wished to answer, or talk about. She honestly thought Rory was okay not knowing, even though that was only an assumption. An assumption that was obviously incorrect.
"Uh, well." Kate crossed her arms and bit down on her bottom lip, trying to figure out an answer that wouldn't hurt.
"Come on. Just spit it out. What's his name?"
"Rory, you've got to under-"
"For fucks sake, Mom. What's his name?"
"Watch your mouth," Kate snarled, narrowing her eyes at her daughter.
Rory subconsciously walked closer to the apartment door. "One night stand?"
Kate closed her eyes and ran her hand down her face. She didn't know how to explain how she got pregnant. Well, Rory understood the whole sex part, obviously, but putting everything into words proved to be a very difficult task.
"You're not gonna tell me," Rory said after reading her mom's body language.
"You need to understand."
"Understand what? That you were probably a whore, sleeping around, and now you have no clue who my dad is?"
"Mallorie, you are way out of-"
Rory lifted her hand to silence her mom. She was not allowed to get the upper hand on this. "You're not going to tell me who helped bring on my pointless existence?"
"Will you just hear me out?"
"No. Just say his name!" Rory yelled, balling her hands into tight fists, even when her right wrist started to hurt.
Kate rounded the couch, trying to buy herself more time to think of the right thing to say. She wasn't stupid, she knew Rory would probably go looking for her dad and she couldn't let that happen because it would end terribly.
"I can't believe you," Rory said after a long pause, looking up at the ceiling. "You're trying to keep him from me."
"That's not even-"
"Then what is it, Mom? It's been sixteen long years without a dad. I fucking deserve to know who he is!"
"Yes, you do deserve to know, but that doesn't make this any easier. This is a very tricky situation, Mallorie. You need to understand that!" Kate yelled, hoping it would bring some sense to her daughter's outbursts.
"I've been in tricky situations. I can handle it." Rory watched as her mom shook her head. She bit down on her tongue and glared ahead. "Stop being so fucking selfish and tell me who my damn father is!"
"Just lose the language and calm down, so we can talk about this."
"Admit you were a rich snob who slept around and don't know who he is."
Ouch. That stung a bit and before Kate knew which words were making their way out her mouth, she spoke. "He didn't want you."
Four words. Four simple words made it feel like a knife was stabbed in Rory's chest. She stumbled back a few paces closer to the door. What her mom just said, what she just heard, it really hurt. Her eyes were now filled with tears and everything felt like it was moving very sluggishly. When she saw her mom start to take small steps toward her, she turned around and darted for the door.
"Rory!" Kate yelled, bolting forward to grab the apartment door just as it was about to close. She yanked it back open and ran into the hall to see her daughter already inches from the stairway. "Rory, wait!"
Sometimes Kate wished that Rory wasn't so quick, or that she was faster. It didn't matter if she was a trained detective; her daughter knew how to run.
She pushed the door open to the staircase and leaned over the rail to see Rory a few flights down. Thankfully, she didn't have heels on or else she probably would have fallen because she was skipping every other step. She continued to do this until she could see Rory pull the door open for the lobby.
"Rory, stop!" Kate insisted, knowing that it was useless. She hopped down the last few steps and dove for the door. Once she was through it, she saw Rory running toward the outdoors.
No! Kate couldn't lose her in the city. With what was just said, she had a feeling she would end up not seeing Rory for a few days and just that thought was nerve-wracking.
She ran outside and chased after Rory, who was already a far ways down the street. She followed Rory around the corner, but when she rounded it, there was no sign of her daughter.
"Rory!" Kate anxiously yelled as she speed walked, trying to look over some of the people's heads. She got a few rude stares, but that didn't matter to her right now. What really mattered was finding her upset daughter.
…..
It has been two hours since Rory ran out of the apartment. Two hours of those four words playing throughout her mind, stuck on repeat and one hour since she stopped running.
Sitting on the rooftop of one of the few buildings she had access to wasn't something new to her. This was her usually place of refuge whenever she got in trouble as a kid. Nobody knew about it, well that was before she met Trevor years ago.
He followed her up here one day when she ran from her mom and sat down next to her, the same spot she was sitting at right now. They both daringly swung their feet over the ledge in silence and watched the cars go by. It was when his hand held onto hers, did they actually look at each other.
She missed those days when everything seemed so easy. All she had to do was run and hide for a little while then return home. Her mom or grandpa would be there, worried out of their minds, and the yelling would be held off until the next day.
But tonight was different. Tonight she found out that she wasn't even wanted in the first place. After all the things her mom used to say to make her feel cared about, even without a dad was now so meaningless.
They were all a bunch of lies, weren't they?
The sound of footsteps from behind made her turn around. Even in the dark, she could make out his pretty face. Trevor.
Trevor slowly sat down on the ledge, making sure he wouldn't fall or anything. He turned his head toward Rory to see that she had been crying.
"What happened?" he questioned as he slid his arm around her waist for support.
"Found out I was never wanted," Rory answered, biting down on her lip in hope it would stop fresh tears from forming.
"Never wanted by who?" He pushed her hair behind her ear, silently admiring how beautiful she really was.
"My mom, my dad, and probably my grandparents."
"If it's any consolation, I want you."
Rory let her tired head fall onto his shoulder. "How did you know I was here?"
"Your mom called and asked if I knew where you would run off to. I lied and said I wouldn't know. When I hung up, I came here." He felt a nod against his shoulder. "You're cold," he stated his observation when his hand touched her arm.
"Not really. I'm pretty numb right now."
"Do you plan on going back home?"
"No."
"Okay… then where?"
"Out of the city. Somewhere far," Rory distantly answered, envisioning someplace that she could possibly travel to.
"You know I'm not letting you go alone, right?"
"Had a feelin'."
"And besides, you have one more final tomorrow then summer vacation. Why don't you just take the test then we can go on a road trip?"
"My mom will end up staking out the school. I need to get away and I have good grades in English. If I don't do the final I'll still manage like a B or C."
"So where do you wanna go?" Trevor asked, watching the few stars in the sky shine through the city lights.
"No clue. Know anyone far from here?"
"There's my cousin in Auburn or Syracuse. One of those, but that's five hours away."
"Your cousin Derek? The well known partier?"
"That's him."
"How would we get there?"
"Steal a car?" Trevor joked with a warm laugh to lighten the mood.
"Might work."
"I wasn't being serious!"
Rory slowly stood up on the ledge and looked down, wondering what it would be like to just jump. Before she got any ideas to, she hopped off backwards and started to make her way to the stairs. "Well, I am."
"If we get money we can take a train or even a bus. Rory, I am not stealing a car," Trevor said, rushing to her side to try and reason with her.
"Can you steal your mom's?"
"Actually… I could steal my stepdad's. Not like he ever drives it. Sometimes I wonder why some people actually have cars here." Rory's smile lit up even in the dark. He grabbed her hand, sliding his fingers between hers and looked down at her with an affectionate grin. "Come on, let's go on a road trip."
…..
It was close to midnight and Kate was standing outside of Castle's loft. She didn't know exactly why she was here, just that she needed help finding her daughter and he was the first person that came to mind.
She reluctantly brought her fist up and lightly knocked on the door. It was open within the minute, which surprised her, but then again, Castle was one to stay up late every night.
"Beckett?" Castle questioned with a baffled tone. "What are you doing here?"
Kate slowly nodded her head, trying to fight back tears. "I need your help."
"Of course. Come in." Castle moved out of the way, so she could walk past him. He could sense that she was distraught, but he knew better than to pry for information. Instead, he led her to the living room and motioned for her to sit. "What's this about?"
Kate gradually rubbed her hands together, staring straight ahead. She didn't know why she was asking Castle for help. Her daughter didn't even like him, but he did care.
"I can't find Rory," she finally said after a few long pauses.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean-" She took a sharp inhale. "-she ran from me and I can't find her."
Castle sat down across from Kate, observing her body language and facial expression to find that she was more distressed than he realized.
"We had an argument. A bad one." Kate looked down at her hands in her lap. "The look on her face before she bolted out the door…"
"What were you two arguing about?"
"About her father."
"Ah." Castle sat up, illustrating that he was more attentive. He was curious to know who Rory's father was, but he had a feeling that he probably would never find out.
"I didn't mean to say what I said. It's just… she wouldn't stop making crazy assumptions and she kept implying that I was a, uh, whore."
"You weren't a whore," Castle said with a warm grin.
"No, not really."
"Have you tried contacting some of her friends?" Castle questioned to take Kate's mind away from the messy argument she just had with her daughter. "Maybe they know where she would be."
"I tried Trevor. He said he wouldn't know, but for some odd reason, I feel like he lied."
"It's possible."
"And it's late, so I can't call everyone. I could go file a missing person's report, but who knows how long it will be for it to go through. How am I supposed to find her?" Kate nervously ran her fingers through her hair by her temples. She let her head rest in her hands while her elbows stayed on her knees.
"I bet she'll come around, Kate," Castle said, delicately placing his hand on Kate's arm.
"No." Kate shook her head before letting her eyes rest on him. "She won't. I know she won't."
"How?"
Kate narrowed her eyes at the man in front of her. She didn't know if he was trying to get as much information out of her as possible or if he was just trying to help. Either way she knew that she could trust him; that he wouldn't speak of this to no one.
"I told her that her dad never wanted her," she muttered, avoiding his eyes.
Castle could understand why Rory would run after those words were said to her. He would have done the exact same thing if his mother ever mentioned that to him. But she didn't because she knew not to and he never really pried because his mother never budged. It took him years to put it behind him and think that it was his dad's loss. He had everyone he wanted and needed and that was all that mattered.
"Castle?"
Kate's concerned voice took him out of his thoughts. He put his full attention back on her.
"Where would you run to if you were my daughter?"
"Uh, I don't really know her that well. Since she's been hours away before, probably somewhere far? And I don't think she would go alone unless she isn't afraid to travel by herself."
"So you think someone would be with her?"
"But who?" They both said at the same time, causing smiles to be cast.
"Trevor?" Castle questioned.
"He is her boyfriend and the way he looks at her… Oh my god. He lied to me."
"Maybe he didn't lie, but it's possible she eventually went to him, right?"
Kate swiftly pulled her phone out and looked at the time. Since she overheard Rory talking to Trevor the other night, she knew he was now on summer vacation. Before she thought twice about calling, she hit his name and held the phone to her ear. It rang a few times until the other line was picked up.
"Uh, hello?"
"Trevor, hi, this is Rory's mom," Kate said, looking over at Castle for some sort of encouragement.
"Hi. What's up?" Trevor questioned as the noise in the background became more noticeable.
"I was wondering if Rory has contacted you at all."
"No."
The feeling of defeat hit Kate harder than it normally would. She was about to end the call until she heard faint whispers. She put her phone on speaker and held it flat in her hand, so Castle could help decipher what was being said.
The sound of cars passing each other made Castle almost yell out his idea. "He's in a car," he managed to whisper.
"Trevor, are you absolutely positive you don't know where Rory is?" Kate asked again, impatiently waiting for an answer. Sounds of the phone being passed around made its way to her and Castle. She shot him a confused look.
"Take a left," someone said in the distance.
"Rory?" Kate asked, completely bewildered by what was going on with the phone call.
"Fuck off," Rory murmured in the receiver, ending the call right after she spoke.
Kate looked down at her phone, mouth agape. Trevor lied to her, her daughter was in a car somewhere, and Castle just witnessed everything. She quickly dialed Trevor's number again to find that his phone was turned off. Rory was too smart for her liking.
"I think you should talk to his mom tomorrow," Castle said, cautiously watching worry rise in his partner.
"Okay," Kate whispered, abruptly standing up and walking over to the loft door.
"If you need anything, don't hesitate to call," Castle said as Kate opened the door and stepped into the hall. "Kate?" She turned toward him. "We'll find her. I promise."
…..
"And we're here," Trevor announced as he pulled into his cousin's driveway. He set the car in park and turned the lights off before facing Rory. "You're tired," he stated while unbuckling himself. "We can sleep when we go in."
"Does he know we're coming?" Rory sleepily asked, pulling her head off the car window to rest it on the back of the seat. Even though they stopped a few times on the way to stretch, nap, and light up to stay awake while driving, she was exhausted.
"I sent him a private message on Facebook. He won't care. He calls me his favorite cousin," Trevor chuckled as he opened the door. "Let's go inside before you fall asleep on me."
Rory sluggishly got out of the car and made her way to Trevor. She smiled when he pulled her to him, his arm around her waist. He really made her feel safe and wanted, something she desperately needed right now.
They walked up the pathway to the small house. From the dawn light, it didn't look too rundown like Rory thought it would since Derek was a junkie. At least she knew she wouldn't be sleeping in a disgusting home, then again she hasn't been inside yet.
"I feel like an idiot with just a tank top and shorts on," she mumbled to herself as Trevor knocked on the door.
"You look fine. Besides, we can go to the Walmart we passed or some other store in this small city. You have money and I have money."
"I didn't bring money, dumbass," Rory replied with a deep laugh.
"I'll buy you things, don't you worry."
"With what?"
"My debit card. What else?"
"And have my mom track us? I don't think so."
Right as Trevor was about to respond, the door in front of him opened.
Derek looked like he hasn't slept in days given the redness around his gray eyes. His dark brown hair was sticking up every which way, making him look like the partier he really was. Since he was shirtless, his tattoos along his arms were very visible, which intrigued Rory. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaled the smoke.
"Alright, bruv?" Derek questioned Trevor with a smile, making his British/Italian accent apparent.
"All good. Tired, though." Trevor looked down at Rory who was resting her head against his side.
"I cleaned up the room for you guys. Don't mind the mess." Derek walked back into the house, letting Trevor and Rory follow.
The living room was directly to their left and the stairs to their right. There were beer bottles scattered across the carpet and some random clothes. A couple of people were passed out on the decent looking furniture in the living room, making it obvious that Derek let people stay whenever they needed to.
"The extra room is upstairs right next to mine. I'll show you," Derek said before running up the stairs. He walked down the short hall and pushed open a slightly closed door. "Just lock it whenever you sleep. People tend to use this room."
"God, did you at least clean the sheets?" Trevor asked far more disgusted with this room than the downstairs.
Rory moved away from Trevor's side and ran her finger across one of the glass bongs on the worn down dresser. "What do you have?"
"Most everything," Derek replied with a smile. "What do you want?"
"Rory, how about we sleep? We can party in the days to come," Trevor interjected with his suggestion.
"Just weed," Rory answered Derek's question, ignoring Trevor for the time being. "Preferably headies if you have them."
"I'll be back." Derek passed Trevor and pulled him in for a quick hug. "Glad to see you."
"Missed you too," Trevor responded with a grin before turning his head toward Rory who was checking over the room.
Once Derek returned and the three of them took turns off the bong with two bubblers in it, they were all stoned out of their minds. Nobody had to say anything to cause a laughing fit that would last for what seemed like hours. And by the time Derek left the room to go get a drink and lock the front door to sleep, it was seven in the morning.
Rory walked around the room, unable to sit still. She pushed the bedroom door completely shut and locked it. She slowly turned toward the bed to see Trevor sitting on it, observing the ceiling that looked like it had splatter paint over it.
When she climbed next to him, not getting his attention, she playfully pounced on him with a slight giggle. The shocked expression he gave her made her let out a deep, seductive laugh. And that was all she had to do before they were kissing.
Chills ran up her spine when his cold fingertips made their way along her sides, dragging her tank top up as they did. She smiled with her lips against his before she pulled away. After she lifted her tank top off, his wide green eyes scanned her body, causing a deep, throaty laugh to escape from her
"I have been dreaming about this for a long time," he murmured, running his hands along her soft skin.
"Have you?" she questioned as her hands went behind her back. Her bra straps fell a little ways past her shoulders. Once she completely took it off, she dropped it off the side of the bed. "This too?"
Trevor sat up, placing his hands on Rory's back to roll them over, so he would be in control. The sexy giggles he received… He needed her and now. But before he could get what he wanted, he needed a condom.
He dug his hands in his pants pockets to come up empty. He looked down at Rory who was grinning up at him.
"Lookin' for this?" she questioned, holding the Trojan condom packet between her fingers.
Rory loved being able to have the freedom to smoke and have sex whenever she wanted. She was also glad that it was with Trevor. It wasn't long until he got her toes to curl and back to arch. Yeah, he was a year or so older than her, but how did he know exactly what to do?
When they were both finished and satisfied, Rory laid her head on Trevor's chest. She closed her eyes and listened to his fast heartbeat loud in her ears.
"We're gonna have adventures, you and me," Trevor said with a smile.
"And more of that," Rory said, lifting the sheet from his waist to peak under.
"I'd like more of that."
"Party every night, sleep all day. I could get used to this."
"Can we somehow get money to… not sleep in all this?" Trevor motioned his hand in a circle.
"How does Derek pay for this house?"
"His dad left it for him before moving out of state. The mortgage is paid off and everything. Lucky bastard, ain't he?"
"I'd say, but what about the bills?"
"We can ask later. Right now I'd like to sleep with my beautiful girlfriend and replay everything that happened within the last hour."
"Okay," Rory smiled, snuggling closer to him.
This was the most silent her mind has been in awhile and it was all due to Trevor… and the drugs they did. Hopefully it would stay this way.
...
"Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies,
While deep inside your bleeding."
Simple Plan - Welcome To My Life
AN: :D
