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authors note : please try to overlook any spelling/grammar errors I might make. English isn't my best subject.
"Baby, Be Mine"
Chapter 02
"Ror? Sweetie, you have to get up. I know it's hard, but I'm not going to let you lay here, torturing yourself anymore." Lorelai Gilmore said gently, shaking her daughters distraught form.
Rory grunted and rolled over, facing away from her mother, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Why wouldn't everyone just leave her alone? Didn't they understand she just wanted to be by herself? It had only been a week, a week since that horrible night. She was nearly raped after all, how could they expect her to go on as if nothing had ever happened? Squeezing her eyes shut, Rory curled up into a ball, shutting the rest of the world out.
Lorelai sighed and sat down on the edge of Rory's bed, softly caressing her hair. "Honey, talk to me. Why wont you tell me anything? You used to tell me everything. Please, Rory, I don't know what to do to help you unless you open up."
Rory sat up and glared at Lorelai. "You want to help me? Just leave me alone! Lock me in here and let me rot, just stop bothering me!" she yelled, tears streaming down her face.
Lorelai was taken aback, having never seen her like this. "Ror..."
"No, Mom. I know you want to help, but unless you can go back and change everything that happened that night, there's nothing you can do. Please, leave."
Lorelai nodded and got up. "I'm going to Luke's. Do you want me to bring you back something?"
"Coffee. Strong coffee." was Rory's halfhearted response.
Suppressing a grin, Lorelai exited the room.
*****
"She's still not eating?" Luke asked concerned as he poured Lorelai another cup of coffee. With the stress involving what happened to Rory, he decided against making Lorelai beg for her daily dose of caffeine.
Lorelai shook her head sadly, "She does nothing but lay here, Luke. I'm so scared for her. And she won't talk to me. Before, no matter what happened she always talked to me, but now she's shutting me out just like everyone else. My poor baby," she said, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
Luke dropped the towel on the counter and went around to the other side, enveloping her in his arms, letting her let out her anguish. "Shh. It's going to be okay, give her time. She'll come around."
"Its all my fault!" Lorelai suddenly yelped, breaking out of Luke's embrace. "I should've never let my mother badger her into going to that stupid party. If I had been a better mother, she would've been at home with me, watching Willy Wonka and painting my toes, not being attacked by some rich pompous asshole who will get away with this because his daddy owns half the state. I'll never forgive myself for this as long as I live. Never!"
Luke took her hand in his and sat her down on a stool. "Its not your fault, Lorelai. These things happen. And he won't get away with this, because if he doesn't serve time for what he did, I'll personally go over there and kill him with my bare hands."
Lorelai looked up at him with questioning eyes. It never failed to amaze her how protective of Rory he was. Almost as if he were her father. Her father. Oh shit, Christopher didn't even know! Digging into her purse, she removed her cell phone and pulled the antenna out. Then, almost as an after thought, she glanced over at Luke, who nodded. Dialing quickly, she tapped her nails impatiently on the counter. After four rings, the phone was finally picked up.
"Hello."
"Christopher?"
"Lorelai?" The voice asked, surprised.
"One and the same."
"Well, to what do I owe this pleasure? How are you? How's Rory?"
Lorelai gulped, a huge knot forming in her throat. "Actually, Rory's the reason why I'm calling. We need you here, Christopher."
"What? Why? What happened?" Christopher demanded, worry creeping into his voice.
"She... she's... she.."
"Lorelai? Is she okay?"
Lorelai was silent, gathering her wits. "No, she's not okay. She was attacked.. I don't know what to do and well, I think she might need her fathers presence right about now."
"Attacked? What do you mean, attacked?"
"She was almost raped, Christopher. Do I need to go into specifics or are you coming? Be a father to her for once, she needs you."
Christopher sighed, his heart breaking. It wasn't that he didn't love his daughter or that he didn't want to be a father, but that just wasn't him. At this point however, none of that mattered. "Raped? Oh God.. I'm on my way."
"Thank you," Lorelai whispered before turning the phone off and looking back up at Luke who was looking at her questioningly. "He's coming. I should get back home, I don't want to leave her alone for too long."
Luke nodded and handed her two coffees' to go. "I'll stop by later to see how she's doing."
Lorelai gave him a forced smile and throwing caution to the wind, hugged him fiercely. "Thank you for everything, Luke. It means a lot to me, to both of us."
Attempting to fight off the blush that was slowly rising to his face, Luke just shrugged modestly. "I'll see you later."
*****
"Let me speak to my granddaughter, Lorelai." Emily demanded over the phone.
"Mom, she's sleeping for once, I'm not about to wake her up so you can argue with her about going back to Chilton. She's not ready and personally, I wouldn't be surprised if she never wants to step foot in that place ever again. The devil incarnate goes there and I'm not going to force her into that situation."
"I'm not going to argue with her, Lorelai. I merely wanted to know what her plans are concerning that. Besides, that dreadful boy has been transferred to another school."
"You know, Mom, I would think you'd be more concerned about her welfare then whether or not you're wasting your money paying for her tuition. She was nearly raped for God's sake!" Lorelai retorted, anger building inside of her.
Emily sighed. "I am well aware of that, Lorelai. Of course I'm concerned for her well-being, I'm just curious. However, I assume you haven't contacted Chilton and informed them of this unfortunate situation, they will begin to wonder whether or not she's interested in attending there. I have to know what to tell them."
Before Lorelai had the chance to respond, there was a knock on the door. "Listen, Mom, as much as I would love to stand here and continue this enchanting conversation, I have an emotionally wrecked daughter and some inane person banging my door down to tend to."
"Alright. Your father and I will be by tomorrow to check up on Rory. We'll see you then."
Lorelai nodded absently. "Okay, tomorrow. Goodbye, Mother."
"Goodnight, Lorelai."
Hanging up, Lorelai raced to the front door, flinging it open to reveal a disheveled Christopher. "Thank God!" she exclaimed, launching herself into his arms.
Christopher caught her easily enough. "Hey yourself. How is she?" he asked, putting her down.
Stepping aside to let him in, Lorelai sighed. "Not good. She's sleeping now, but she's so depressed. She won't eat, she barely sleeps.. all she does is lay there and cry. I've never seen her like this."
Christopher swallowed hard. "Can I see her?"
"She's your daughter."
Christopher nodded and disappeared into the kitchen, headed for Rory's room. Upon opening her door, he felt as if his life had been drained from him. His little girl, Rory, lay in her bed, her face paler then normal, her hair hanging in strings, a large black and blue bruise covering one side of her face. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside and made his way over to her. Pulling her desk chair next to the bed, he took her hand. "My, God.. " He murmured to himself. At that precise moment, he swore to himself that he would be the father she needed, the father she deserved. Nothing was more important to him then her and he was going to prove that to her.
Can Rory survive this hell binding experience? Will she open herself up to anyone? Stay tuned for the next episode :)
(p/s, feedback is necessary for me to breath. help me live ;)
authors note : please try to overlook any spelling/grammar errors I might make. English isn't my best subject.
Chapter 02
"Ror? Sweetie, you have to get up. I know it's hard, but I'm not going to let you lay here, torturing yourself anymore." Lorelai Gilmore said gently, shaking her daughters distraught form.
Rory grunted and rolled over, facing away from her mother, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Why wouldn't everyone just leave her alone? Didn't they understand she just wanted to be by herself? It had only been a week, a week since that horrible night. She was nearly raped after all, how could they expect her to go on as if nothing had ever happened? Squeezing her eyes shut, Rory curled up into a ball, shutting the rest of the world out.
Lorelai sighed and sat down on the edge of Rory's bed, softly caressing her hair. "Honey, talk to me. Why wont you tell me anything? You used to tell me everything. Please, Rory, I don't know what to do to help you unless you open up."
Rory sat up and glared at Lorelai. "You want to help me? Just leave me alone! Lock me in here and let me rot, just stop bothering me!" she yelled, tears streaming down her face.
Lorelai was taken aback, having never seen her like this. "Ror..."
"No, Mom. I know you want to help, but unless you can go back and change everything that happened that night, there's nothing you can do. Please, leave."
Lorelai nodded and got up. "I'm going to Luke's. Do you want me to bring you back something?"
"Coffee. Strong coffee." was Rory's halfhearted response.
Suppressing a grin, Lorelai exited the room.
*****
"She's still not eating?" Luke asked concerned as he poured Lorelai another cup of coffee. With the stress involving what happened to Rory, he decided against making Lorelai beg for her daily dose of caffeine.
Lorelai shook her head sadly, "She does nothing but lay here, Luke. I'm so scared for her. And she won't talk to me. Before, no matter what happened she always talked to me, but now she's shutting me out just like everyone else. My poor baby," she said, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
Luke dropped the towel on the counter and went around to the other side, enveloping her in his arms, letting her let out her anguish. "Shh. It's going to be okay, give her time. She'll come around."
"Its all my fault!" Lorelai suddenly yelped, breaking out of Luke's embrace. "I should've never let my mother badger her into going to that stupid party. If I had been a better mother, she would've been at home with me, watching Willy Wonka and painting my toes, not being attacked by some rich pompous asshole who will get away with this because his daddy owns half the state. I'll never forgive myself for this as long as I live. Never!"
Luke took her hand in his and sat her down on a stool. "Its not your fault, Lorelai. These things happen. And he won't get away with this, because if he doesn't serve time for what he did, I'll personally go over there and kill him with my bare hands."
Lorelai looked up at him with questioning eyes. It never failed to amaze her how protective of Rory he was. Almost as if he were her father. Her father. Oh shit, Christopher didn't even know! Digging into her purse, she removed her cell phone and pulled the antenna out. Then, almost as an after thought, she glanced over at Luke, who nodded. Dialing quickly, she tapped her nails impatiently on the counter. After four rings, the phone was finally picked up.
"Hello."
"Christopher?"
"Lorelai?" The voice asked, surprised.
"One and the same."
"Well, to what do I owe this pleasure? How are you? How's Rory?"
Lorelai gulped, a huge knot forming in her throat. "Actually, Rory's the reason why I'm calling. We need you here, Christopher."
"What? Why? What happened?" Christopher demanded, worry creeping into his voice.
"She... she's... she.."
"Lorelai? Is she okay?"
Lorelai was silent, gathering her wits. "No, she's not okay. She was attacked.. I don't know what to do and well, I think she might need her fathers presence right about now."
"Attacked? What do you mean, attacked?"
"She was almost raped, Christopher. Do I need to go into specifics or are you coming? Be a father to her for once, she needs you."
Christopher sighed, his heart breaking. It wasn't that he didn't love his daughter or that he didn't want to be a father, but that just wasn't him. At this point however, none of that mattered. "Raped? Oh God.. I'm on my way."
"Thank you," Lorelai whispered before turning the phone off and looking back up at Luke who was looking at her questioningly. "He's coming. I should get back home, I don't want to leave her alone for too long."
Luke nodded and handed her two coffees' to go. "I'll stop by later to see how she's doing."
Lorelai gave him a forced smile and throwing caution to the wind, hugged him fiercely. "Thank you for everything, Luke. It means a lot to me, to both of us."
Attempting to fight off the blush that was slowly rising to his face, Luke just shrugged modestly. "I'll see you later."
*****
"Let me speak to my granddaughter, Lorelai." Emily demanded over the phone.
"Mom, she's sleeping for once, I'm not about to wake her up so you can argue with her about going back to Chilton. She's not ready and personally, I wouldn't be surprised if she never wants to step foot in that place ever again. The devil incarnate goes there and I'm not going to force her into that situation."
"I'm not going to argue with her, Lorelai. I merely wanted to know what her plans are concerning that. Besides, that dreadful boy has been transferred to another school."
"You know, Mom, I would think you'd be more concerned about her welfare then whether or not you're wasting your money paying for her tuition. She was nearly raped for God's sake!" Lorelai retorted, anger building inside of her.
Emily sighed. "I am well aware of that, Lorelai. Of course I'm concerned for her well-being, I'm just curious. However, I assume you haven't contacted Chilton and informed them of this unfortunate situation, they will begin to wonder whether or not she's interested in attending there. I have to know what to tell them."
Before Lorelai had the chance to respond, there was a knock on the door. "Listen, Mom, as much as I would love to stand here and continue this enchanting conversation, I have an emotionally wrecked daughter and some inane person banging my door down to tend to."
"Alright. Your father and I will be by tomorrow to check up on Rory. We'll see you then."
Lorelai nodded absently. "Okay, tomorrow. Goodbye, Mother."
"Goodnight, Lorelai."
Hanging up, Lorelai raced to the front door, flinging it open to reveal a disheveled Christopher. "Thank God!" she exclaimed, launching herself into his arms.
Christopher caught her easily enough. "Hey yourself. How is she?" he asked, putting her down.
Stepping aside to let him in, Lorelai sighed. "Not good. She's sleeping now, but she's so depressed. She won't eat, she barely sleeps.. all she does is lay there and cry. I've never seen her like this."
Christopher swallowed hard. "Can I see her?"
"She's your daughter."
Christopher nodded and disappeared into the kitchen, headed for Rory's room. Upon opening her door, he felt as if his life had been drained from him. His little girl, Rory, lay in her bed, her face paler then normal, her hair hanging in strings, a large black and blue bruise covering one side of her face. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside and made his way over to her. Pulling her desk chair next to the bed, he took her hand. "My, God.. " He murmured to himself. At that precise moment, he swore to himself that he would be the father she needed, the father she deserved. Nothing was more important to him then her and he was going to prove that to her.
Can Rory survive this hell binding experience? Will she open herself up to anyone? Stay tuned for the next episode :)
(p/s, feedback is necessary for me to breath. help me live ;)