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Chapter 8
Rory slammed the door shut as the garage door slid to a close. She felt numb. She had woken up crying that morning. Madeline and Louise ran in to comfort her but they couldn't wipe away her tears. She didn't even know why she was crying. She didn't understand why one kiss, that was supposed to be meaningless had so much effect on her. What was it about Tristan that made her feel so…warm inside? Guilty for the hurt she caused? Concerned for his feelings? That couldn't be happening. She had learnt long ago to block out those feelings for anyone, to become a cold ice princess. With the exception of her two best friends, no one had ever been privy to the broken little girl beneath the angry shell that was Rory Hayden. At one time her mother had been part of that number but…she didn't want to think about it. All she wanted was to feel. Anger, pain, sadness, any of those would do. But she couldn't feel anything. She grabbed her duffle and garment bag that held her costume from the night before and walked into the kitchen.
"Hey honey, how was the party?" Christopher asked from the kitchen table, a half eaten breakfast and open newspaper in front of him.
Lorelai sat across from him, gossiping rapidly into the cordless phone. Rory noiselessly put her duffle on the counter stool and draped the garment bag over the back.
"The party was fine dad." she mumbled as she looked through the fridge looking to find ingredients for a morning shake.
"That's great honey." he said unconcerned.
She turned and looked at her parents, shaking her head in a mixture of disbelief and disgust. Had they even looked up they would have seen her puffy eyes and tear-stained face from crying that morning but instead, they were too wrapped up in their own selves.
~What do I have to do to get attention here?!~ she silently screamed.
She was at least getting somewhere. She now felt the smallest bit of anger but it wasn't enough. She craved for more emotion. Anything to free her from the numbness that reigned. Within minutes she had cut up miscellaneous fruits for a breakfast smoothie and began piling them into the blender. With force she turned on the blender to low setting.
"Rory! I can't hear over that noise! Turn it down!" Lorelai yelled.
Rory rolled her eyes and raised the setting, increasing the volume.
"Rory! Didn't you hear your mother? Turn that thing off!" he dad ordered.
"Excuse me for trying to make my breakfast!" Rory spat, but didn't make a move to turn off the appliance.
Christopher, frustrated, slammed his paper down on the ground.
"Lorelai Leigh Hayden what the hell is wrong with you?!"
"I'm hungry, last time I checked that wasn't a crime."
She turned the blender to its highest and loudest setting.
"Damn it Rory! You mother and I are trying to concentrate!"
Rory shut the blender off and turned around to him angrily. "Concentrate?! On what?! Your newspaper?! Her gossip!? God dad, if you would take two seconds to concentrate on ME for once we wouldn't be having this discussion! I am sick and tired of you pretending that you care! The only time you get involved is when I annoy you or tarnish the family reputation! Well guess what dad? You and mom have screwed up more than enough to keep the rumor mill happy so don't pin it all on me!"
"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!" he shouted in fury. Lorelai flinched slightly but remained silent. "Go to your room and I better not see your face until I'm ready!"
"Fine with me." Rory hissed before storming up the stairs, her smoothie forgotten.
"Christopher…" Lorelai began.
"No. She's your daughter, deal with her. I'm going to the office."
Without so much of a goodbye kiss he grabbed his briefcase and walked out into the driveway. Only until she heard the sound of the garage door opening and the sound of tires screeching on the cement did she move. She dumped her remaining tea into the sink and sighed. Christopher was going to work…on a weekend. She knew that no work would be done. She looked over at the blender. Quietly she grabbed a glass and poured the smoothie before making her way to Rory's room. She knocked softly and entered when she heard a reply.
"I brought you your breakfast." she said gently, placing the glass on the table of the sitting area.
"Thanks." Rory said sarcastically. "Where's dad?"
"He went to the office. He had some work to do." Lorelai answered, crossing her arms for comfort.
"Really? Is that what they call committing adultery these days?" Rory muttered icily.
"Rory just stop it. Just don't." Lorelai warned.
"Why? It's true isn't it? Face it mother! Dad doesn't love us, not you, not me!"
"Damn it Rory! Why do you always do this!? Why does every conversation we have end like this!?"
"You got me! Just stay out of my life mother!" Rory ordered.
"We gave you everything we could and this is how you turn around and treat us!" Lorelai screamed, turning and walking out of the room.
Rory walked to the door and yelled out at her. "I'd give it all back if it meant I didn't have to put up with you for mother!"
Rory slammed the door with fury. Lorelai turned around, her shoulders slumped, tears brimming her eyes. Hurt and angry she retreated down the stairs to curl up with a bottle of Southern Comfort.
Meanwhile in her room, a little girl curled up into a ball at the base of her door, wishing to take back all that had been said and done, but alas, life doesn't work like that.
At least she wasn't numb anymore…just sad, alone, and cold.
~
AN: Okay, I'm so sorry! I know this is short and I swear I was going to go on but for some reason this seemed like it needed to end there. But never fear! As you are reading this I can guarantee that the faint distant clicking sound you hear in the distance is me typing up the next chapter. Reviewers don't fail me now!
Chapter 8
Rory slammed the door shut as the garage door slid to a close. She felt numb. She had woken up crying that morning. Madeline and Louise ran in to comfort her but they couldn't wipe away her tears. She didn't even know why she was crying. She didn't understand why one kiss, that was supposed to be meaningless had so much effect on her. What was it about Tristan that made her feel so…warm inside? Guilty for the hurt she caused? Concerned for his feelings? That couldn't be happening. She had learnt long ago to block out those feelings for anyone, to become a cold ice princess. With the exception of her two best friends, no one had ever been privy to the broken little girl beneath the angry shell that was Rory Hayden. At one time her mother had been part of that number but…she didn't want to think about it. All she wanted was to feel. Anger, pain, sadness, any of those would do. But she couldn't feel anything. She grabbed her duffle and garment bag that held her costume from the night before and walked into the kitchen.
"Hey honey, how was the party?" Christopher asked from the kitchen table, a half eaten breakfast and open newspaper in front of him.
Lorelai sat across from him, gossiping rapidly into the cordless phone. Rory noiselessly put her duffle on the counter stool and draped the garment bag over the back.
"The party was fine dad." she mumbled as she looked through the fridge looking to find ingredients for a morning shake.
"That's great honey." he said unconcerned.
She turned and looked at her parents, shaking her head in a mixture of disbelief and disgust. Had they even looked up they would have seen her puffy eyes and tear-stained face from crying that morning but instead, they were too wrapped up in their own selves.
~What do I have to do to get attention here?!~ she silently screamed.
She was at least getting somewhere. She now felt the smallest bit of anger but it wasn't enough. She craved for more emotion. Anything to free her from the numbness that reigned. Within minutes she had cut up miscellaneous fruits for a breakfast smoothie and began piling them into the blender. With force she turned on the blender to low setting.
"Rory! I can't hear over that noise! Turn it down!" Lorelai yelled.
Rory rolled her eyes and raised the setting, increasing the volume.
"Rory! Didn't you hear your mother? Turn that thing off!" he dad ordered.
"Excuse me for trying to make my breakfast!" Rory spat, but didn't make a move to turn off the appliance.
Christopher, frustrated, slammed his paper down on the ground.
"Lorelai Leigh Hayden what the hell is wrong with you?!"
"I'm hungry, last time I checked that wasn't a crime."
She turned the blender to its highest and loudest setting.
"Damn it Rory! You mother and I are trying to concentrate!"
Rory shut the blender off and turned around to him angrily. "Concentrate?! On what?! Your newspaper?! Her gossip!? God dad, if you would take two seconds to concentrate on ME for once we wouldn't be having this discussion! I am sick and tired of you pretending that you care! The only time you get involved is when I annoy you or tarnish the family reputation! Well guess what dad? You and mom have screwed up more than enough to keep the rumor mill happy so don't pin it all on me!"
"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!" he shouted in fury. Lorelai flinched slightly but remained silent. "Go to your room and I better not see your face until I'm ready!"
"Fine with me." Rory hissed before storming up the stairs, her smoothie forgotten.
"Christopher…" Lorelai began.
"No. She's your daughter, deal with her. I'm going to the office."
Without so much of a goodbye kiss he grabbed his briefcase and walked out into the driveway. Only until she heard the sound of the garage door opening and the sound of tires screeching on the cement did she move. She dumped her remaining tea into the sink and sighed. Christopher was going to work…on a weekend. She knew that no work would be done. She looked over at the blender. Quietly she grabbed a glass and poured the smoothie before making her way to Rory's room. She knocked softly and entered when she heard a reply.
"I brought you your breakfast." she said gently, placing the glass on the table of the sitting area.
"Thanks." Rory said sarcastically. "Where's dad?"
"He went to the office. He had some work to do." Lorelai answered, crossing her arms for comfort.
"Really? Is that what they call committing adultery these days?" Rory muttered icily.
"Rory just stop it. Just don't." Lorelai warned.
"Why? It's true isn't it? Face it mother! Dad doesn't love us, not you, not me!"
"Damn it Rory! Why do you always do this!? Why does every conversation we have end like this!?"
"You got me! Just stay out of my life mother!" Rory ordered.
"We gave you everything we could and this is how you turn around and treat us!" Lorelai screamed, turning and walking out of the room.
Rory walked to the door and yelled out at her. "I'd give it all back if it meant I didn't have to put up with you for mother!"
Rory slammed the door with fury. Lorelai turned around, her shoulders slumped, tears brimming her eyes. Hurt and angry she retreated down the stairs to curl up with a bottle of Southern Comfort.
Meanwhile in her room, a little girl curled up into a ball at the base of her door, wishing to take back all that had been said and done, but alas, life doesn't work like that.
At least she wasn't numb anymore…just sad, alone, and cold.
~
AN: Okay, I'm so sorry! I know this is short and I swear I was going to go on but for some reason this seemed like it needed to end there. But never fear! As you are reading this I can guarantee that the faint distant clicking sound you hear in the distance is me typing up the next chapter. Reviewers don't fail me now!