The house sickened her. The large, prestigious vacation home was about three times as large as her normal house.

She stepped out of the taxi that she had rented after crossing the canal. Her entire body ached – she was sure it had more to do with her fall down the flight of stairs rather than the long car drive. She told the taxi to wait, not worrying about how much it would cost – it might take a bit.

She walked up to the overwhelming front door, and she smelled the salt in the air – the dampness of the winter even more evident against her face. The wind blew her hair across her face, and she knocked on the door and brushed it back.

The door opened. A maid? At a summer house? In the middle of winter? "May I help you?"

Lovely of her to ask me in. She thought, shivering. "Yes, I am here to pick up Rory Gilmore."

The maid gestured her in. "I will let her know you are here."

"Thank you." Boy, she is going to be so surprised to see me.

She was left standing there in the immense foyer all alone. She could have hosted a party in there if she had wanted to. She just stood there, watching the maid go up the stairs, and waiting for her to come back with a protesting Rory.

But she saw movement to her right. And she turned to find Logan walking towards her. That asshole. With such a smug look on his face.

"Lorelai. I wasn't expecting to see you here." He said, most pleasantly. He extended his hand to her. But she didn't take it. Not because she was being rude. But because her eyes were fixated on the man that had walked in behind Logan.

Her entire body seized up. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe. She felt her stomach turning, and she gagged just a bit in her mouth. Her body shuddered. Again and again. She backed away from him. Backed right up into the door.

The man.

Tears streamed out of her eyes, and she looked up to the only thing that she could see – the man's face that was taking such pleasure in what was happening.

He pushed himself even farther down her throat, using her hair to angle her head back to get maximum depth.

The face.

"Lorelai, this is my father, Mitchum." She heard a voice call from somewhere in the distance.

But she met his eyes. And she could see the evil in them. And his face looked evil, just like that night, again.

His mouth moved. And she tuned back into reality to hear him say, "Logan, I believe I've already had the pleasure of meeting Miss Gilmore. I just think her name escaped me." But he extended his hand to her, making her realize how close he was to her. She just stood there, staring up at him.

"Logan, would you go get Rory for me?" Mitchum asked. "I think her mother is here to see her." Logan left and walked up the stairs, leaving her alone with him.

She still couldn't think of anything to say.

So he said, "I had hoped I would get to see you again." He moved closer, and gazed down her body. "I wanted to thank you for the amazing night we had."

She could feel him towering above her. She still couldn't speak. She was having trouble just taking air in.

He extended his hand out to touch her face.

And she got her voice back.

"Get your fucking hands off of me." She whispered.

He stepped back, surprised, then sarcastically said, "The first words I've heard you say." Then he stared at her mouth. And said, "You were… tongue-tied last time."

Then he whispered so just she could hear him, "I don't think your daughter wants to leave with you." Then he sneered. "I know Christopher thought she would love it here too."

Rory. She thought. "Rory! RORY!" She started screaming. "Get the hell down here now!" She pushed past him and called up the stairs. "We're leaving now. Get your coat and let's go!"

She could feel him walking up behind her, and she twisted around and faced him square on. "If you've hurt her, I swear I will chop off your dick and shove it down YOUR throat."

The look on his face was one of astonishment. And amusement.

But the sound from the stairs was of complete horror. "Mom! What the fuck?"

She turned to see her daughter walking down the stairs. She looked ok. There were no bruises on her face, but she was wearing a sweater – so she might have some underneath, and she was wearing jeans, so Loreial couldn't tell if she was hurt or not.

"Rory," She asked frantically, "Are you ok? Did they hurt you?"

Rory was mortified. Lorelai could tell. She knew her questions didn't make any sense to her daughter, but she didn't have time to explain.

"Mom. Stop. You're going crazy again." Rory said, like an arrow to her heart. "Go home. I'm not leaving. I'm having a fun time."

Lorelai didn't have time to feel hurt. She had to get Rory out of here. "We can talk about everything on the way home. Come on. Get your stuff."

Rory just sank down on the stairs. Crossed her arms in defiance. And said, "I'm not going. You can't make me."

Lorelai wanted nothing more than to start crying right then and there. She was so scared at this moment. He was right behind her. She could feel him behind her. Her daughter was refusing to come with her, choosing to stay here with a monster.

But she couldn't start crying. She just couldn't. She had to be strong – for her daughter who thought her mother was crazy. She had to get out. Now.

And with that, Lorelai started up the stairs, and she watched Rory's eyes grow wide. "I said it's time to go."

"Get the hell away from me!" Rory cried.

But Lorelai did something she never wanted to do again. She grabbed her daughter's arm, trying not to be abusive, but knowing that she had to save her. It was like if Rory was drowning, she would have to pull her to the surface. And right now – the surface was the door. And the water around her that was suffocating her was the man down at the foot of the stairs.

"I said we're leaving."

She heard his voice again. "You can't make the girl leave if she doesn't want to."

She was looking down on him now.

Two knees surrounded her face, holding her neck immobilized in place. "It's time, bitch." He said, towering over her. She just shook her head as little as she could. He grabbed her hair in his large hands to hold her even more in place. But he couldn't make her open her mouth. She clenched her jaw shut, tight against the assault that was happening on her lips by it right now. His face reddened, but it didn't get angry… She opened her mouth to scream in agony, but was immediately gagged and choked the minute she opened her mouth. Her scream was muffled, coming out like gurgling as she felt her throat constrict against the foreign object now lodged down her windpipe.

Rory pulled away, but Lorelai held on. And she pulled her down the stairs. Rory was smart enough to walk down so she didn't send the both of them flying. "Let me fucking go, you crazy-ass bitch." Boy was Rory in fine form right now.

They were on the main floor, and Rory managed to wriggle out of her mother's grasp.

Lorelai summoned even more strength to use her mom-voice. "This is mother-daughter time." She said, knowing Rory would understand that at this moment they weren't best friends. She was reminding her daughter that she was her mother. "We are leaving. You don't have a choice."

Rory's eyes filled with fire. And she started to run her mouth again. "You gave up the fucking mother time already. When you left me. You don't get to just come in and ruin my life because you're going bat-shit crazy. This is my boyfriend's father. You can't talk to him like you did. You don't get to come in and try to be all motherly after you left me. I won't let you."

Lorelai knew what Rory said would hurt later. But her adrenaline was rushing as it had been all morning. So she was still focused on the door. "Rory you can think all of these things. You can yell them at me and scream and cuss and hit me and do whatever you have to do to deal with your anger. You can do whatever you want as long as we get out of this house."

She felt a hand on her shoulder. "Lorelai, I think it's time for you to leave."

She felt her lips overtaken by a hungry mouth, feeling teeth that bit at her bottom lip. She looked at him while he kissed her. His eyes were angry, full of lust, and full of power. She turned her head to pull away from him, her mouth being a very sensitive part to her – kissing was always her way of showing her love for the person she was sleeping with. This just mocked her. She pulled away, and for a minute, his mouth slipped from hers, and she inhaled. But his large hand grabbed her jaw, and wrenched her head back to his, and now not only was he biting at the edges of her mouth, but his tongue snaked its way into hers, tangling with hers – and she wanted to just puke a little right there.

She turned around and with all her might, she threw her elbow into his face, sending him tumbling backwards.

So many things happened at the same time.

She yelled at him, "Jesus Christ, if you ever fucking touch me again, I'll kill you."

Rory screamed, "MOM! Stop."

Mitchum yelled in pain, "Holy shit! Bitch you will pay for this."

But it was the voice at the top of the stairs that said, "Rory, I think you should go with your mom." Logan. He stood there, holding Rory's bags. His face was sad, not angry. And he just looked right at Rory, making eye contact with her. She knew they were communicating.

She knew she should be grateful that he said she should leave. But Mitchum had gotten to his feet, and was walking towards her. Her heart still pounding, she searched around the room for some sort of weapon to use. But Logan was down the stairs.

"Dad, stop. Let them leave. They're going."

Mitchum's face was covered in blood from his nose. He looked at his son, and said, "No. They're not leaving. Not after that." He was angry and was still coming at her.

"Rory. Get out. Now." Logan yelled, throwing her bags at Lorelai, who was closest to the door. When Rory didn't move, he yelled even louder, "I said get the fuck out Rory." He stepped in front of his father and Lorelai. "Dad, stop. Let them leave. Just get them out of the house."

Rory had picked up her bag, and had moved behind Lorelai and moved out of the house.

Mitchum had now shoved Logan out of the way, and was just one step away from Lorelai. "Fine, bitch. Leave." And then he smiled, blood filling his mouth. "Watch your daughter. She looks like she just might be a comparison to you. Tell her to keep her legs together and mouth closed."

Lorelai had an escape. She knew she should get out of the house right now. She knew freedom was just a few steps away.

But the thought of this man and Rory – the thought that he would think – before she knew what she was doing, she lunged at him. She didn't judge the massive height difference. She didn't judge the fact that he was a muscular man. She didn't think.

With claws extended, a scream ultimately animal came from her throat – almost a growl – she took him off guard, her fingernails raking down his face.

He yelled, grabbed both of her wrists, and squeezed. She screamed in pain. And he brought her face close to his. And he threatened once more. "I already paid Jason for a night with you. Just you, me, and your worst nightmare."

And he let go of her arms and pushed her towards the door. She stumbled out, her arms stinging. And her stomach turning. She ran out to the taxi, and opened the door and got in and told the driver to take them to the pier.

But halfway out of the driveway, she told the driver to pull over. And she opened her door and puked.