Hi! Yep, another story from meee. *grins* Now that Don't Say You Love
Me is in very capable hands, I decided to end the torture of all the
ideas in my mind and start another story. Im still working on "I Cry Real
Tears ".. that story is far from finished, so keep an eye out for updates
to that one. Anyways, as usual from me, this is a future fic.. basically
AU.. Im pretty confident that this hasn't been done before, but if it has,
let me know so I can check that story out to make sure this one is purely
original.
Anyways.. I hope you enjoy this one.
Disclaimer : I own nothing but the plot and additional characters.
Feedback : As always, much appreciated. And believe it or not, it does help me write faster :)
Pairings : R/M (in the beginning), R/T, L/C
A/N 2 : Before we start our new adventure here, I just want to warn you that this is not going to start off as a happy story. Its going to deal with a lot of dark issues that may offend some people. So Im just warning you now.. if domestic and physical violence bother you in any way, shape or form, read with caution. You may proceed.
"Your Faith In Me"
Chapter One
Stars Hollow -- January 4, 2009
"You're not going back there," Lorelai Gilmore protested, tears glistening in her eyes as she stared sadly at her eldest child and only daughter.
Wiping the salty wetness from her cheeks, Rory shook her head and forced a smile onto her face. "I have to."
Lorelai shook her head vehemently, tightening her grip on her arm. "No, Rory, Im not letting you. Not this time. You don't deserve this. I don't care if I have to strap you down and lock you in a closet, Im not letting you go back to him."
"Its not up to you, Mom. He didn't mean it, I know he didn't..." Rory said, the look in her eyes betraying the forced confidence in her voice.
"Dammit, Rory, that's what you said last time and it happened again. Do you know how hard it is for me to sit here and watch this happen? To open the front door to see you there, barely able to stand, covered in bruises and blood? This is twice its happened now, I refuse to let it happen to you again," Lorelai choked out, bursting into sobs at the last few words.
Swallowing her tears, Rory twisted her arm from her mothers grasp and stood up. "I'm going back," she announced, her voice surprisingly strong.
"No," Lorelai cried, reaching for Rory's arm again, but only getting air. The slam of the front door echoed heavily through the quiet house, and she wept in despair.
******
Rory Gilmore sat in her car, parked in the driveway of the home she shared with her husband of a year and a half, staring up at the darkened house. She had met Michael Rowland while attending Harvard, they had sat next to one another in English Lit for two of their four years there and had become fast friends. She had found herself attracted to him right from the beginning, the kind of man she'd be proud to take home to her grandparents, but had still been involved with Dean during that time. Halfway through sophomore year, however, she and Dean had come to a mutual agreement that the long distance thing wasn't working for them and parted ways as friends. Not long after their breakup Michael had asked her out for dinner and proceeded to sweep her off her feet. They had married in the summer of 2007, after graduating from college.
Initially they had taken up residence in Boston, both of them having found good jobs that they enjoyed within the city limits, but when her grandfather had suffered from a severe heart attack the previous summer, the decision to return to Connecticut was made. They had a good marriage, got along wonderfully, but something had changed in the last three months.
It had been in the beginning of November, following the Halloween costume party they had attended together. She had been catching up with some old friends, people she hadn't seen in quite some time. Dean had been there and they had been happy to see each other again. He had married as well, two months prior and they had fun reminiscing of old times. She was to busy mingling among the throngs of Stars Hollow residents that she hadn't noticed the sudden change in Michael's demeanor. They had left late that night, in the wee morning hours of November first, and Rory had every intent on going straight to bed, but Michael had had other ideas. He had accused her of still being in love with Dean, accused her of running off to sleep with him when they had gone for a walk earlier that night. It wasn't true, of course, but the inane jealousy was there none-the-less. He had also been drinking, which hadn't helped. That had been the first time.
That night had scared her, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt as though she had brought it on, that she deserved the slap across the face and the push into the wall. She hadn't gone to her mothers that night, but instead showed up on Paris' doorstep. Her high school foe turned friend had welcomed her in and there she had stayed for two days.
When she had returned to their home, set on packing up some of her stuff and leaving him, Michael had apologized, looking so distraught and promised that it wouldn't happen again. And at that point, she had no reason to believe it would. She would just steer clear of Dean from now on. It was doable. And so she stayed.
It wasn't until mid December that it had happened again. She had stayed late at work, trying to complete her article for the deadline. She had been unable to get ahold of him to let him know and when she had come home that night, he had been waiting, his eyes bloodshot from the alcohol and face red with rage. Again he had accused her of being with Dean, his fist coming closer to her face with each word. That night she had been beaten so badly she thought she was going to die. After he had finally passed out on the couch, Rory had snuck out of the house and somehow managed to get to her mothers house. Lorelai had been outraged, to say the least and would've marched straight out the door and over there if Christopher hadn't stopped her. Her father had demanded she call the police, have him arrested for domestic violence, but Rory just shook her head and asked if she could stay there for a few days. This time she hadn't found the strength to return for a week. And even with her firm intent on leaving him once and for all, she ended up staying, forgiving him when he promised he would get help and that it would never happen again.
After that her relationship with her parents had become strained. Lorelai would only call her at work and no longer stopped by on the weekends with Rory's little brother, Adam. The only time she had seen them prior to tonight had been at Christmas at her grandparents house. Michael hadn't come, opting to spend the holidays with his family instead, but the tension in the room could've been cut with a knife.
And then what had happened tonight. She had come home early from work, planning on making a decent meal for them to enjoy together when the phone had rang. It had been a woman, asking for Michael. Naturally the worst case scenario had come to her mind and she had been furious when he had come home. They had fought, verbally, until the words "Maybe I should've stayed with Dean" had slipped out and his hand had come into contact with her face for the third time. He hadn't been drunk this time and with wide, pain-filled eyes, she had grabbed her purse and stalked out of the house, seeking refuge from the only place she knew she could.
But then she had somehow convinced herself that she had overreacted, that it was most likely that the woman who had called was just a colleague from work. And so, even though it killed her to leave her mother like that, she had come back home.
And now she sat, staring up at the house. The windows were dark and she realized either he had gone to bed or headed out to the bar. Biting her lip, she slipped quietly from the car and walked inside.
*****
Yes, I know this is short. But I just wanted to give you guys the background of the events leading upto the stories present time. I also want to state that I am in no-way endorsing domestic violence. I have seen the effects of it and am writing this to the best of my knowledge.
Also, this IS a Trory. I could never write anything else (tho I am starting to like Jess *hides*). And about it being a L/C.. Im a huge L/L fan, but I also love L/C.. and since all of my other stories are L/L or have the potential to become so.. I decided to try that L/C aspect.
Anyways, that's it. The Trory isn't going to be for a lil bit.. so just hang tight.
-- Shay
Anyways.. I hope you enjoy this one.
Disclaimer : I own nothing but the plot and additional characters.
Feedback : As always, much appreciated. And believe it or not, it does help me write faster :)
Pairings : R/M (in the beginning), R/T, L/C
A/N 2 : Before we start our new adventure here, I just want to warn you that this is not going to start off as a happy story. Its going to deal with a lot of dark issues that may offend some people. So Im just warning you now.. if domestic and physical violence bother you in any way, shape or form, read with caution. You may proceed.
Chapter One
Stars Hollow -- January 4, 2009
"You're not going back there," Lorelai Gilmore protested, tears glistening in her eyes as she stared sadly at her eldest child and only daughter.
Wiping the salty wetness from her cheeks, Rory shook her head and forced a smile onto her face. "I have to."
Lorelai shook her head vehemently, tightening her grip on her arm. "No, Rory, Im not letting you. Not this time. You don't deserve this. I don't care if I have to strap you down and lock you in a closet, Im not letting you go back to him."
"Its not up to you, Mom. He didn't mean it, I know he didn't..." Rory said, the look in her eyes betraying the forced confidence in her voice.
"Dammit, Rory, that's what you said last time and it happened again. Do you know how hard it is for me to sit here and watch this happen? To open the front door to see you there, barely able to stand, covered in bruises and blood? This is twice its happened now, I refuse to let it happen to you again," Lorelai choked out, bursting into sobs at the last few words.
Swallowing her tears, Rory twisted her arm from her mothers grasp and stood up. "I'm going back," she announced, her voice surprisingly strong.
"No," Lorelai cried, reaching for Rory's arm again, but only getting air. The slam of the front door echoed heavily through the quiet house, and she wept in despair.
******
Rory Gilmore sat in her car, parked in the driveway of the home she shared with her husband of a year and a half, staring up at the darkened house. She had met Michael Rowland while attending Harvard, they had sat next to one another in English Lit for two of their four years there and had become fast friends. She had found herself attracted to him right from the beginning, the kind of man she'd be proud to take home to her grandparents, but had still been involved with Dean during that time. Halfway through sophomore year, however, she and Dean had come to a mutual agreement that the long distance thing wasn't working for them and parted ways as friends. Not long after their breakup Michael had asked her out for dinner and proceeded to sweep her off her feet. They had married in the summer of 2007, after graduating from college.
Initially they had taken up residence in Boston, both of them having found good jobs that they enjoyed within the city limits, but when her grandfather had suffered from a severe heart attack the previous summer, the decision to return to Connecticut was made. They had a good marriage, got along wonderfully, but something had changed in the last three months.
It had been in the beginning of November, following the Halloween costume party they had attended together. She had been catching up with some old friends, people she hadn't seen in quite some time. Dean had been there and they had been happy to see each other again. He had married as well, two months prior and they had fun reminiscing of old times. She was to busy mingling among the throngs of Stars Hollow residents that she hadn't noticed the sudden change in Michael's demeanor. They had left late that night, in the wee morning hours of November first, and Rory had every intent on going straight to bed, but Michael had had other ideas. He had accused her of still being in love with Dean, accused her of running off to sleep with him when they had gone for a walk earlier that night. It wasn't true, of course, but the inane jealousy was there none-the-less. He had also been drinking, which hadn't helped. That had been the first time.
That night had scared her, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt as though she had brought it on, that she deserved the slap across the face and the push into the wall. She hadn't gone to her mothers that night, but instead showed up on Paris' doorstep. Her high school foe turned friend had welcomed her in and there she had stayed for two days.
When she had returned to their home, set on packing up some of her stuff and leaving him, Michael had apologized, looking so distraught and promised that it wouldn't happen again. And at that point, she had no reason to believe it would. She would just steer clear of Dean from now on. It was doable. And so she stayed.
It wasn't until mid December that it had happened again. She had stayed late at work, trying to complete her article for the deadline. She had been unable to get ahold of him to let him know and when she had come home that night, he had been waiting, his eyes bloodshot from the alcohol and face red with rage. Again he had accused her of being with Dean, his fist coming closer to her face with each word. That night she had been beaten so badly she thought she was going to die. After he had finally passed out on the couch, Rory had snuck out of the house and somehow managed to get to her mothers house. Lorelai had been outraged, to say the least and would've marched straight out the door and over there if Christopher hadn't stopped her. Her father had demanded she call the police, have him arrested for domestic violence, but Rory just shook her head and asked if she could stay there for a few days. This time she hadn't found the strength to return for a week. And even with her firm intent on leaving him once and for all, she ended up staying, forgiving him when he promised he would get help and that it would never happen again.
After that her relationship with her parents had become strained. Lorelai would only call her at work and no longer stopped by on the weekends with Rory's little brother, Adam. The only time she had seen them prior to tonight had been at Christmas at her grandparents house. Michael hadn't come, opting to spend the holidays with his family instead, but the tension in the room could've been cut with a knife.
And then what had happened tonight. She had come home early from work, planning on making a decent meal for them to enjoy together when the phone had rang. It had been a woman, asking for Michael. Naturally the worst case scenario had come to her mind and she had been furious when he had come home. They had fought, verbally, until the words "Maybe I should've stayed with Dean" had slipped out and his hand had come into contact with her face for the third time. He hadn't been drunk this time and with wide, pain-filled eyes, she had grabbed her purse and stalked out of the house, seeking refuge from the only place she knew she could.
But then she had somehow convinced herself that she had overreacted, that it was most likely that the woman who had called was just a colleague from work. And so, even though it killed her to leave her mother like that, she had come back home.
And now she sat, staring up at the house. The windows were dark and she realized either he had gone to bed or headed out to the bar. Biting her lip, she slipped quietly from the car and walked inside.
*****
Yes, I know this is short. But I just wanted to give you guys the background of the events leading upto the stories present time. I also want to state that I am in no-way endorsing domestic violence. I have seen the effects of it and am writing this to the best of my knowledge.
Also, this IS a Trory. I could never write anything else (tho I am starting to like Jess *hides*). And about it being a L/C.. Im a huge L/L fan, but I also love L/C.. and since all of my other stories are L/L or have the potential to become so.. I decided to try that L/C aspect.
Anyways, that's it. The Trory isn't going to be for a lil bit.. so just hang tight.
-- Shay