AN - I know I know.I'm so horrible I haven't updated in like, months, but I
have a very good explaination.out of the country. My grandfather suddenly
became ill in France and it was life threatening, so we went away. I'm
back now, and I promise to update as much as possible to make up to the
months away. May I remind you that I haven't written anything in quite a
while, so I have to get back into my groove again, so don't criticize too
much.yet again, sorry
~randi
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a few months later
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Rory crept into the house at 2:30 in the morning, knowing she wouldn't be noticed. Her mother was always in her room, with Chris. He had moved into the house after going out with her mother for only a month and a half. Rory wouldn't have minded if he was a normal person, someone who she could get along with, someone to talk about the school day with, but Chris wasn't like that at all. He pretended Rory didn't exist, only Lorelei, and she never noticed the ignoring. She was to drawn into his charms.
So Rory ended up staying at Tristan's house, she practically lived there. She only came home early morning, slipping in after everyone was asleep. Most of the time it was between 2 and 4, but sometimes she'd slip and get home at around 6.
Her relationship with Tristan had grown into something beatiful, they were rarely apart, and they shared a bed together, they just hadn't slept together yet. She was kind of wary when it came to that, but everything else was perfect.
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Tristan had been having the best year of his life. He took the best classes at school, he was the most popular, and he had the most beautiful girlfriend ever, things just couldn't get better. She ended up staying at his place until early morning because life wasn't treating her all that fairly, she didn't deserve that, but he couldn't do anything to stop it.
They walked into the mall while he held her hand protectively. She would constantly look up at him and smile. They stayed around until close, and went to a 24 hour coffee shop to sit and talk.
"So do you want to stay at my place again tonight?" he asked, looking over at her.
She took a breathe, "no, I think I should go home tonight, I really haven't been home early for a couple months"
"Alright then," he said as he grabbed her hand, "do you want to get going now then?"
"Sure, might as well," she said, getting up to pay the bill.
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As she walked in she saw Chris sitting on the couch watching tv.
"Well well, if it isn't the little whore who stays at her little boyfriends house all night. What the hell are you doing home so early?" He asked not even looking at her.
"None of your business Chris, where's mom at?"
"Well, if you'd stick around the house more often, you'd know she went with a friend to a convention for a week, meaning it's just you and me for a week, and you'd better be here all the time, because I can't possibly take care of myself."
All she could do was glare at him for a few minutes, finally she sputtered, "for your information, I just came by to change clothes, I'm going to a party with Tristan, and now that I know the news, I probably will just grab a week's worth of clothes and stay at his place for this week."
He got up and grabbed her arm, "listen to me you little bitch, I could so kick you out of here if I wanted to, your mother wouldn't even notice you missing, but I choose to keep you here, so you will do as your told, now go and do some laundry or something."
She looked up at him plain and simply, "no."
He looked like he just been shot, "no? I could've sworn you just refused to do something I told you to do."
"That's right, I said no, no no no no no, and I'll just be leaving now."
"Do you know what happens to people when they don't listen to me, hmm?"
"I really don't care," she said as she started to pull her arm away and turn around.
She stopped as his fist made contact with her face, not once, not twice, but three times as she fell to the ground and closed her eyes.
"That's what you get for being a bitch."
All she did was lie there until she heard footsteps going upstairs. She winced as she got up, realized her head was throbbing. In all reality she was surprised she hadn't been knocked out.
Once she got into her room and looked in her mirror she saw the her left eye was already black and blue and she had had a bloody nose. She just barely had the energy to pick up the phone and dial Tristan's number, but no one answered. She raked her mind for another number when it hit her. Good Chris, her father. She quickly dialed to number and to her surprise, he answered on the second ring.
"Hello?" she heard through the phone.
"Dad? I need your help," she said quietly through the phone.
"What's wrong Rory?"
"I just need you to come get me, right away, and don't honk or knock or anything, come to my window and tap on it."
"Rory, sweetie, you're scaring me, what's wrong?"
"I'll explain once you get here."
"Alright, I'll be right there."
She hung up the phone and grabbed her suitcase. She wasn't going to be one of those girls who lived in an abusive home, she was going to stop it before it could really start. So she gathered up anything she thought she might not be able to live without, unfortunately that meant leaving most of her books where they were.
She tried not to take too much, in case Chris camein to search the room, he would just think she went to Tristan's for the week.
After around five minutes she heard a tap on her window and walked over to open it
"Shh, he might not be asleep yet, here," she said, handing him her bag, "take this."
She climbed through the window after she sent her bag out.
Once they got in the car, Chris could see her face more clearly.
"Oh my God Rory, what the hell happened to you?"
"Can you please just take me to your place right now, I'll explain once we get there."
"Alright."
Once they got there she walked in and laid down on the couch and Chris sat down by her head, "Honey, what happened to you?"
After she told him what happened he had a look of pure rage in his eyes, "and your mother let him do this to you?"
"She's gone for a week, some conference or something, but please, don't let him know you know, I have to get away, from him, from here."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I need your help to get away from here, send me to live with one of your friends, change my name, please."
"But what about Lorelei, she won't be the same without you."
"Dad, she hasn't been the same since she met Chris, I doubt she even knows I'm her daughter anymore."
"You know what, you're old enough to make your own decisions, I'm not sure this is the smartest one you've ever made, but I'll make a few phone calls, I think I can find someone willing to house you for a year and a half."
"Thanks dad, you're the best," she said, pulling him into a hug.
That night had been the last night Rory Gilmore had existed, she left Hartford the next week for Seattle to stay with some friends of her father's for the rest of High School. She made everyone vow never to tell a soul about her, especially to her mother or Chris. Her mother left her when Chris came along, and now she left her mother.
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It had been almost six months since she left Hartford behind. She felt bad for leaving the way she did, not saying goodbye to her friends, to Tristan. She must've left him heartbroken, or maybe not. She'd never know. She was staying with Abby and Dave Lenger, and attended one of Seattle's finest private schools. She lived under a new name, Leigh Ann Hayden, and had a new hair color of auburn, which she didn't like as much as the coffee brown original color, but it was better than going blonde.
She made new friends and was leading the perfect life. Besides her dad, Abby, and Dave, only one other person knew about who she was before, and she didn't want anybody else to know. She was happy again, but always wishing things could go back to the way they were before.
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Ok, so that was my first shot at writing in quite a few months. Please review, I need you comments, ideas, and constructive criticism. Another thing, I need a beta-reader, so if anyone is interested please email me at pj_is_weird@msn.com ~me
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a few months later
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Rory crept into the house at 2:30 in the morning, knowing she wouldn't be noticed. Her mother was always in her room, with Chris. He had moved into the house after going out with her mother for only a month and a half. Rory wouldn't have minded if he was a normal person, someone who she could get along with, someone to talk about the school day with, but Chris wasn't like that at all. He pretended Rory didn't exist, only Lorelei, and she never noticed the ignoring. She was to drawn into his charms.
So Rory ended up staying at Tristan's house, she practically lived there. She only came home early morning, slipping in after everyone was asleep. Most of the time it was between 2 and 4, but sometimes she'd slip and get home at around 6.
Her relationship with Tristan had grown into something beatiful, they were rarely apart, and they shared a bed together, they just hadn't slept together yet. She was kind of wary when it came to that, but everything else was perfect.
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Tristan had been having the best year of his life. He took the best classes at school, he was the most popular, and he had the most beautiful girlfriend ever, things just couldn't get better. She ended up staying at his place until early morning because life wasn't treating her all that fairly, she didn't deserve that, but he couldn't do anything to stop it.
They walked into the mall while he held her hand protectively. She would constantly look up at him and smile. They stayed around until close, and went to a 24 hour coffee shop to sit and talk.
"So do you want to stay at my place again tonight?" he asked, looking over at her.
She took a breathe, "no, I think I should go home tonight, I really haven't been home early for a couple months"
"Alright then," he said as he grabbed her hand, "do you want to get going now then?"
"Sure, might as well," she said, getting up to pay the bill.
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As she walked in she saw Chris sitting on the couch watching tv.
"Well well, if it isn't the little whore who stays at her little boyfriends house all night. What the hell are you doing home so early?" He asked not even looking at her.
"None of your business Chris, where's mom at?"
"Well, if you'd stick around the house more often, you'd know she went with a friend to a convention for a week, meaning it's just you and me for a week, and you'd better be here all the time, because I can't possibly take care of myself."
All she could do was glare at him for a few minutes, finally she sputtered, "for your information, I just came by to change clothes, I'm going to a party with Tristan, and now that I know the news, I probably will just grab a week's worth of clothes and stay at his place for this week."
He got up and grabbed her arm, "listen to me you little bitch, I could so kick you out of here if I wanted to, your mother wouldn't even notice you missing, but I choose to keep you here, so you will do as your told, now go and do some laundry or something."
She looked up at him plain and simply, "no."
He looked like he just been shot, "no? I could've sworn you just refused to do something I told you to do."
"That's right, I said no, no no no no no, and I'll just be leaving now."
"Do you know what happens to people when they don't listen to me, hmm?"
"I really don't care," she said as she started to pull her arm away and turn around.
She stopped as his fist made contact with her face, not once, not twice, but three times as she fell to the ground and closed her eyes.
"That's what you get for being a bitch."
All she did was lie there until she heard footsteps going upstairs. She winced as she got up, realized her head was throbbing. In all reality she was surprised she hadn't been knocked out.
Once she got into her room and looked in her mirror she saw the her left eye was already black and blue and she had had a bloody nose. She just barely had the energy to pick up the phone and dial Tristan's number, but no one answered. She raked her mind for another number when it hit her. Good Chris, her father. She quickly dialed to number and to her surprise, he answered on the second ring.
"Hello?" she heard through the phone.
"Dad? I need your help," she said quietly through the phone.
"What's wrong Rory?"
"I just need you to come get me, right away, and don't honk or knock or anything, come to my window and tap on it."
"Rory, sweetie, you're scaring me, what's wrong?"
"I'll explain once you get here."
"Alright, I'll be right there."
She hung up the phone and grabbed her suitcase. She wasn't going to be one of those girls who lived in an abusive home, she was going to stop it before it could really start. So she gathered up anything she thought she might not be able to live without, unfortunately that meant leaving most of her books where they were.
She tried not to take too much, in case Chris camein to search the room, he would just think she went to Tristan's for the week.
After around five minutes she heard a tap on her window and walked over to open it
"Shh, he might not be asleep yet, here," she said, handing him her bag, "take this."
She climbed through the window after she sent her bag out.
Once they got in the car, Chris could see her face more clearly.
"Oh my God Rory, what the hell happened to you?"
"Can you please just take me to your place right now, I'll explain once we get there."
"Alright."
Once they got there she walked in and laid down on the couch and Chris sat down by her head, "Honey, what happened to you?"
After she told him what happened he had a look of pure rage in his eyes, "and your mother let him do this to you?"
"She's gone for a week, some conference or something, but please, don't let him know you know, I have to get away, from him, from here."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I need your help to get away from here, send me to live with one of your friends, change my name, please."
"But what about Lorelei, she won't be the same without you."
"Dad, she hasn't been the same since she met Chris, I doubt she even knows I'm her daughter anymore."
"You know what, you're old enough to make your own decisions, I'm not sure this is the smartest one you've ever made, but I'll make a few phone calls, I think I can find someone willing to house you for a year and a half."
"Thanks dad, you're the best," she said, pulling him into a hug.
That night had been the last night Rory Gilmore had existed, she left Hartford the next week for Seattle to stay with some friends of her father's for the rest of High School. She made everyone vow never to tell a soul about her, especially to her mother or Chris. Her mother left her when Chris came along, and now she left her mother.
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It had been almost six months since she left Hartford behind. She felt bad for leaving the way she did, not saying goodbye to her friends, to Tristan. She must've left him heartbroken, or maybe not. She'd never know. She was staying with Abby and Dave Lenger, and attended one of Seattle's finest private schools. She lived under a new name, Leigh Ann Hayden, and had a new hair color of auburn, which she didn't like as much as the coffee brown original color, but it was better than going blonde.
She made new friends and was leading the perfect life. Besides her dad, Abby, and Dave, only one other person knew about who she was before, and she didn't want anybody else to know. She was happy again, but always wishing things could go back to the way they were before.
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Ok, so that was my first shot at writing in quite a few months. Please review, I need you comments, ideas, and constructive criticism. Another thing, I need a beta-reader, so if anyone is interested please email me at pj_is_weird@msn.com ~me