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Chapter 6

Lane watched Tristan Dugrey run out, and stopped Rory from following him. "Leave him alone, Rory. He needs time to think."

Rory nodded, but inside, she felt like she was missing something…

~***~

That night

Rory Dugrey. She was lying on top of the bed she shared with her husband. She couldn't sleep, because she was worried. She was worried about Tristan, who was out probably doing something irrational. She hadn't seen him since he found out that she did not want to have a child. She glanced at the clock.

3.30 am.

Where could he be this late/ early in the morning? She really needed to explain to him everything, to apologise for being a bad wife... She heard the front door creak open, and got into her bedroom slippers to greet him. Just as she was about to open her mouth, she noticed the condition he was in. She was so shocked at the sight before her that she couldn't move.

Tristan was drunk. She could tell so by the way he kept bumping into things and the weird expression that he had on his face. More importantly, he had sworn to give up drinking alcohol excessively once he got together with her. He crashed on the couch, muttering incoherently about 'darn taxi drivers'. Rory frowned. He should never have kept promises he couldn't keep.

She crept back to their bedroom, and locked the door. She didn't want to see him when he was in this state. She went back to bed, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.

~***~

Rory woke up late. But that was all right, because it was Sunday. The day that she and Tristan normally spent time together. She unlocked the bedroom door, and walked out to their living room, only to find out that the couch was empty.

Tristan wasn't there. He should be there. Where could he have gone? Rory panicked instantly, and berated herself for not taking care of him better. She should have been the one to comfort him, to show that she was sorry, but what did she do? Leave him alone because she was mad that he had broken a promise he made to her. Then, she wandered if she had actually just imagined that he came into the house drunk.

She had just showered, dressed and freshened herself up, but she still didn't know where Tristan could be. Rory was going insane. She could tell the signs; she had bags under her eyes and her hair was frizzy. She had called everyone if they knew where Tristan was. Negative response.

He hadn't brought his car with him, that much she knew. That must mean that he didn't go far.

Rory sat on the armchair, and tried to watch television. Keyword: tried. She just couldn't concentrate. She couldn't remember the last time she had spent a Sunday alone. Finally, after enduring a few minutes more of the Brady Bunch, she walked out the door.

~***~

She took her car keys and drove to go the place that could give her the most comfort. Hidden deep in a forest, the place was breathtaking and magical to her. The place that she practically spent all her time in as a teenager. The place that Tristan and her had fallen in love…

Rory parked in front of the hut, and stared at it, already half way down memory lane.

*flashback…

15 years of age

Rory was on the bed groaning in pain. It was all a result of PMS, what more can a girl say? She had taken pills to reduce the amount of pain, but that didn't really help much. So she walked to the hut in order to preoccupy her mind to distract it from the pain. It didn't work. She crashed on the camp bed in the corner of the hut.

Tears were dripping down her face, it had been a long time since she'd ever felt pain this bad. Then, she heard someone creep in and kneel down next to her. Tristan Dugrey, her best friend. He swept the hair away from her face, and toweled off the sweat that dripped down.

"What's wrong?" he whispered.

Rory shrugged, and turned away. It was a girl thing. She couldn't discuss it with a boy, no matter how close she was with them.

"Rory, you know you can tell me…" said Tristan.

Rory shook her head. It was just too embarrassing. Then, another wave of pain crept over her and she tried to comfort herself. It didn't work.

"Rory, please. I can see that you're in so much pain."

Rory shut her eyes, and tried to drown out the noise. The pain was unbearable. Tears dripped down her cheeks, and she felt gentle hands wipe them away.

"Rory," said Tristan again. "I can help."

Rory almost laughed through her pain. Almost. She was just in too much pain to do so. Tristan, help her with PMS pains? You have got to be kidding.

"Gee Rory, I'm your best friend," said Tristan, delivering the final shot.

Rory turned around to face him. She stared at him straight in the eyes. "Tristan. I'm PMSing."

She could tell Tristan was startled because his eyebrows shot up and almost disappeared underneath his hairline. She almost expected him to say some wise cracking comment that was typical of him.

"It hurts that much?" asked Tristan surprisedly.

Rory nodded, and dared him with her eyes to say some rude, sexist remark. He didn't. He sat next to her and started rubbing her stomach area. To her surprise, it relieved her of some of the pain she was feeling. The relief was enough to make her fall asleep.

End of flashback*

It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her.

Rory shook herself mentally, and walked towards the hut. The door wasn't fully closed. Someone had been there recently. Rory prepared herself for the worst, and walked in.

There was a figure huddled on the bed, his back away from her. She could recognise the figure from anywhere.

It was Tristan.

To be continued…

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