Disclaimer : Same ol', same ol'. I own nothing but the products of
my imagination.
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And now, onto chapter two...
"Your Faith In Me"
Chapter Two
Rory walked slowly and softly across the wooden floor, down the hall towards the bedroom she and Michael shared, her fingers tracing the outlines of the printed wallpaper. She had been so excited when they had bought the house, but now all it brought was pain. The energy in the house had changed. The love that was once there was now just a hole. Something had sucked it all out.
Opening the door to the room, she stopped, taking notice of the faint figure of a person sitting on the edge of the bed. Swallowing hard, she continued on, stopping when she came to rest beside him.
"I'm sorry," were the muffled words that came almost immediately and she expected them. "God, Rory, I'm so sorry."
Biting her lower lip, Rory hesitantly lowered herself to sit next to him. "I'm sorry too," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Michael lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers. "I swear, it'll never happen --"
"I know," she interrupted, silencing him with her finger pressed against his lips. "I know it won't happen again, because if it does, I won't come back. I can't keep living like this Michael. And if it happens again, you might as well sign your death certificate because my parents will not let you live."
Nodding in understanding, Michael offered her a small smile. "I'll get help this time, I promise. And I won't drink anymore. You deserve better than this."
Rory gently brushed a lock of hair away from his face. "Im holding you to that this time. If you haven't looked into it by next month, I'm going to have to leave. You understand, don't you?"
"I understand," he confirmed, softly touching the bandage above her right eye. "I did that, huh?"
"Yes."
******
The next day Rory met up with Paris for lunch. Although alarmed by the bandage on her friends face, Paris said nothing. Once the two of them had ordered, they grabbed a booth in the back of the restaurant.
"So, I ran into Louise yesterday," Paris commented, taking a sip of her lemonade.
Rory smiled faintly as she stirred her coffee. "Really? How's she doing?"
"She's fine. Anthony finally proposed, so I'd probably expect a wedding invitation sometime soon," she advised. "But anyway, I guess Madeline is getting a divorce."
Dropping her spoon with a clank, Rory frowned. "Already? I thought she only married that guy a few months ago."
Paris nodded. "She did. But supposedly this guy is in love with some other girl.. he only married her because she got pregnant."
Rory shook her head in disgust. "Poor Madeline. Have you talked to her?"
"Oh, she's fine. She's going to move back here sometime next month. Her brother offered to take her in, I guess."
"Wow.. So, did you ever meet this guy? I mean he's gotta be a jerk to do that to someone like Madeline."
At that question, Paris dropped her sandwich back onto the plate and glanced back up at Rory. "Umm.. actually, yeah. You remember Tristan DuGrey, right?"
******
Hehe. I know these chapters are reallllllllly short and you're probably confused.. but this is all setting the stage for the rest of the story. You will see. :) More soon!
- Shay
Feedback : Well, Im glad you guys are liking this so far. I think the updates shall come pretty fast for this story. So keep reviewing :)
And now, onto chapter two...
Chapter Two
Rory walked slowly and softly across the wooden floor, down the hall towards the bedroom she and Michael shared, her fingers tracing the outlines of the printed wallpaper. She had been so excited when they had bought the house, but now all it brought was pain. The energy in the house had changed. The love that was once there was now just a hole. Something had sucked it all out.
Opening the door to the room, she stopped, taking notice of the faint figure of a person sitting on the edge of the bed. Swallowing hard, she continued on, stopping when she came to rest beside him.
"I'm sorry," were the muffled words that came almost immediately and she expected them. "God, Rory, I'm so sorry."
Biting her lower lip, Rory hesitantly lowered herself to sit next to him. "I'm sorry too," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Michael lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers. "I swear, it'll never happen --"
"I know," she interrupted, silencing him with her finger pressed against his lips. "I know it won't happen again, because if it does, I won't come back. I can't keep living like this Michael. And if it happens again, you might as well sign your death certificate because my parents will not let you live."
Nodding in understanding, Michael offered her a small smile. "I'll get help this time, I promise. And I won't drink anymore. You deserve better than this."
Rory gently brushed a lock of hair away from his face. "Im holding you to that this time. If you haven't looked into it by next month, I'm going to have to leave. You understand, don't you?"
"I understand," he confirmed, softly touching the bandage above her right eye. "I did that, huh?"
"Yes."
******
The next day Rory met up with Paris for lunch. Although alarmed by the bandage on her friends face, Paris said nothing. Once the two of them had ordered, they grabbed a booth in the back of the restaurant.
"So, I ran into Louise yesterday," Paris commented, taking a sip of her lemonade.
Rory smiled faintly as she stirred her coffee. "Really? How's she doing?"
"She's fine. Anthony finally proposed, so I'd probably expect a wedding invitation sometime soon," she advised. "But anyway, I guess Madeline is getting a divorce."
Dropping her spoon with a clank, Rory frowned. "Already? I thought she only married that guy a few months ago."
Paris nodded. "She did. But supposedly this guy is in love with some other girl.. he only married her because she got pregnant."
Rory shook her head in disgust. "Poor Madeline. Have you talked to her?"
"Oh, she's fine. She's going to move back here sometime next month. Her brother offered to take her in, I guess."
"Wow.. So, did you ever meet this guy? I mean he's gotta be a jerk to do that to someone like Madeline."
At that question, Paris dropped her sandwich back onto the plate and glanced back up at Rory. "Umm.. actually, yeah. You remember Tristan DuGrey, right?"
******
Hehe. I know these chapters are reallllllllly short and you're probably confused.. but this is all setting the stage for the rest of the story. You will see. :) More soon!
- Shay