Rory woke up to Dean cursing. "They're fucking after us! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!"

Rory drowsily said, "what?"

He had a bottle of vodka in his hand. Rory wondered when he'd picked it up, and how. He wasn't 21. "Oh god," she thought, "He's drunk." He glared at her and said, "The police, the people you're fucking grandparents called, you're parents. They've got everybody after us."

She tried not to let her relief show, and didn't say a word. He was driving at alarming speeds. She didn't even know what state they were in. Dean pulled into a garage. A black man came out the door and said, "Dean, dude, they're showing your picture on the fucking radio!" Rory looked up. The black man looked at her, "She's hott dude!"

Dean hit her across the face, "She's a cheating bitch."

The black guy shook his head, and said, "Dude, I've got food in here, and you can hide out for awhile."

Dean got out, and pulled Rory out with him. She pulled away from his touch, but continued into the house, still afraid of his gun. The black man introduced himself as Ray, an old friend of Dean's from the city. Rory realized they were in Chicago. She didn't say anything, and Ray pointed to a beat up couch. Rory sat down on it Dean and Ray chatted for a while, although Dean kept his eye on Rory. Rory had never seen him drunk, and she didn't like it. He handed her a beer, which she didn't touch, and a few slices of pizza. She ate them quickly, she had always been a big eater, and she hadn't eaten in to long. After a few hours, Ray showed Dean and Rory to the small guest bedroom. She lay there, until she knew Dean had passed out. Then she slowly got up, and made he way into the kitchen. Ray was not asleep. He was watching TV.

"Girl, if you aint there when Dean wakes up he gonna be pissed as shit."

"I needed some coffee, please?"

Ray eyed the girl, who was obviously scared. "I'm guessin you aint no Decaf type of chick."

She shook her head.

Ray made the coffee, and Rory sat on a stool at the bar. She didn't try to make conversation she just looked down. Ray saw the bruises, and although it was none of his business, he touched her cheek and said, "Poor girl." She turned away, and he saw the tears. Ray had done his share of shit, stealin' smokin' and sex, but he had never been a part of hurting a poor little girl like this.

He handed her the coffee, and she drank it easily.

He handed her a 100 dollar bill said, "get out of here before he wakes up."

She looked at him and whispered, "Thanks."

She ran out the door. She wasn't used to the sights, to anything. She hailed a taxi, and asked to go to the police station.

Rory walked though the door of the station, and asked to talk to the chief. He recognized her immediately as the girl who had been kidnapped by her boyfriend. He saw the bruises. He phoned the local police who called Lorelei and Christopher.

"Mom?" Rory said into the phone.

"Rory! Are you okay?"

She was crying now, "Mom, come get me, I'm scared."

Lorelei was crying too, "We'll be there in an hour Ror, and I'll take you home."

Christopher hugged Lorelei.

They spoke for a few more minutes, before the chief motioned for Rory to go.

"Honey, we have a few questions."

Rory answered the questions. She didn't know the address where Dean was staying, just that it was about 20 minutes away from the station, in a small brick house. An hour later, Lorelei ran through the door, and Rory hugged her. The family hugged and cried, and Rory realized that the nightmare was finally over.

They stayed the night in a nice hotel in Chicago. Rory took a hot bath, and Lorelei brought in a ton of coffee. The family stayed together, hugging.

That morning, Lorelei's cell phone rang. Her face was angry and worried, and when she hung up she turned to Rory, "They brought in Dean, but they need you to identify him. They walked slowly into the police station, and Rory looked at the lineup, and easily identified Dean as number 7. He walked out, and Rory saw the look he gave her. She flinched. As they were walking out, Rory saw Ray being questioned, and ran over to him.

"Thanks," she said.

He looked up at her and said, "Your Welcome."

THE END!