To my tolerant reviewing readers:
I'm terribly sorry that I had to abandon you. I have had too much work to write the next chapter for over a week. But it's here now, and I hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to review several times for each previous chapter. And a few times for this chapter after you read it. And review between the end of this chapter and beginning of the next. Review review review!!! Thank you for listening to my reviewing rant. Read and enjoy. And try not to get annoyed with me after you read this.
-authors-anonymous
p.s. Jess say's "remember kids, this is only a PG-14.5365 story!"
Rory couldn't believe how lucky she was to have someone like Tristan to spoil her with concert tickets at the drop of a hat. He had been a perfect gentleman, much to her slight annoyance, and hadn't tried to kiss her or cop a feel. She glanced over at him. He seemed to be enjoying the concert, and was unconsciously tapping his foot in rhythm to the music. Shyly, Rory laced her fingers with his. Tristan looked over at her, surprised. Rory smiled at him, and turned her attention back to the singer, 2 meters away from her.
Tristan stopped the car outside a coffee shop on the way home. As usual, Tristan knew that Rory was craving a cup of coffee. He bought two cups and brought them over to the table where she was sitting.
"So, what did you think of it?" she asked after she took a deep slurp from the drink.
"It was great. I'm going to buy the CD's now!" said Tristan, enthusiastically.
Rory laughed, and looked pulled Tristan's arm towards her so she could see his watch. "Ugh, it's getting pretty late. I should go home."
"Yeah, let me just get some napkins," Tristan said, and handed her his car keys.
Rory walked briskly outside to the car. She saw something move out of the corner of her eye. 'I wonder what that was?' she thought, and squinted in the direction of the movement. Just as she looked, something ambushed her from behind, and pushed her to the floor. Rory tried to scream, but no sound came out...
[AN: how cliqued...]
Tristan waited impatiently for the cashier to put some more napkins out. When the cashier finally managed to rip open the plastic seal and placed them slowly on the counter, Tristan took several and wrapped them around his cup of coffee. Then he sauntered slowly to his car.
"Rory?" called Tristan. She wasn't in the car. He looked behind the car and under it before his intensive search was rewarded with a low moan. "Rory?" Tristan leapt around and saw her lying on the ground, bleeding, barely conscious. "Rory? What happened?" he asked her, and lifted her head from the ground gently.
"Tristan..."Rory sobbed, "...don't leave me..."
"Rory, what happened?" asked Tristan, only to be gratified with harder sobbing. "Shh... I won't leave you...don't worry..." said Tristan, while making comforting noises. Only then did he notice the blood on his hands, her fragile body, and the ground around her. "Ror, are you hurt?" he demanded. "Do you need to go the hospital?"
"I'll be fine..." said Rory, and pulled his arms around her shaking frame.
"You're bleeding!" exclaimed Tristan. "What happened?"
Slowly Rory told him, "They came out of no where...they just jumped out at me...I fought back...they knocked me down...they just attacked...they ripped my clothes..." here she started sobbing again, "...and...and...they..."
"Shh...I understand..." said Tristan, and cursed his insatiable need for napkins. He could have stopped the attack, had he been there. He would have defended Rory with his life. He helped her up and tucked her in his car, before speeding off the hospital.
Tristan paced back and forth outside the emergency room.
"Son, would you mind filling these out while you wait?" asked a nurse. She handed him a clipboard with several sheets.
"Sure...can you tell me where a phone is?"
"Just down the hall, on the right of the vending machines."
"Thanks," Tristan said, and pulled on his coat.
"No problem. Don't forget about those sheets."
"I won't."
"And don't worry. Your girlfriend will be alright."
"Oh," said Tristan, and looked at the nurse amused, "she's not my girlfriend."
"And she's dressed like that?"
"When will we know how she is?" he asked, avoiding the question.
The nurse replied apologetically, "I'm sorry, we don't know yet."
"Thank you."
Tristan put the receiver to his ear and listened to the rings. One...two...three...four...five...
"Suicide hotline, please hold" said a very feminine voice.
I'm terribly sorry that I had to abandon you. I have had too much work to write the next chapter for over a week. But it's here now, and I hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to review several times for each previous chapter. And a few times for this chapter after you read it. And review between the end of this chapter and beginning of the next. Review review review!!! Thank you for listening to my reviewing rant. Read and enjoy. And try not to get annoyed with me after you read this.
-authors-anonymous
p.s. Jess say's "remember kids, this is only a PG-14.5365 story!"
Rory couldn't believe how lucky she was to have someone like Tristan to spoil her with concert tickets at the drop of a hat. He had been a perfect gentleman, much to her slight annoyance, and hadn't tried to kiss her or cop a feel. She glanced over at him. He seemed to be enjoying the concert, and was unconsciously tapping his foot in rhythm to the music. Shyly, Rory laced her fingers with his. Tristan looked over at her, surprised. Rory smiled at him, and turned her attention back to the singer, 2 meters away from her.
Tristan stopped the car outside a coffee shop on the way home. As usual, Tristan knew that Rory was craving a cup of coffee. He bought two cups and brought them over to the table where she was sitting.
"So, what did you think of it?" she asked after she took a deep slurp from the drink.
"It was great. I'm going to buy the CD's now!" said Tristan, enthusiastically.
Rory laughed, and looked pulled Tristan's arm towards her so she could see his watch. "Ugh, it's getting pretty late. I should go home."
"Yeah, let me just get some napkins," Tristan said, and handed her his car keys.
Rory walked briskly outside to the car. She saw something move out of the corner of her eye. 'I wonder what that was?' she thought, and squinted in the direction of the movement. Just as she looked, something ambushed her from behind, and pushed her to the floor. Rory tried to scream, but no sound came out...
[AN: how cliqued...]
Tristan waited impatiently for the cashier to put some more napkins out. When the cashier finally managed to rip open the plastic seal and placed them slowly on the counter, Tristan took several and wrapped them around his cup of coffee. Then he sauntered slowly to his car.
"Rory?" called Tristan. She wasn't in the car. He looked behind the car and under it before his intensive search was rewarded with a low moan. "Rory?" Tristan leapt around and saw her lying on the ground, bleeding, barely conscious. "Rory? What happened?" he asked her, and lifted her head from the ground gently.
"Tristan..."Rory sobbed, "...don't leave me..."
"Rory, what happened?" asked Tristan, only to be gratified with harder sobbing. "Shh... I won't leave you...don't worry..." said Tristan, while making comforting noises. Only then did he notice the blood on his hands, her fragile body, and the ground around her. "Ror, are you hurt?" he demanded. "Do you need to go the hospital?"
"I'll be fine..." said Rory, and pulled his arms around her shaking frame.
"You're bleeding!" exclaimed Tristan. "What happened?"
Slowly Rory told him, "They came out of no where...they just jumped out at me...I fought back...they knocked me down...they just attacked...they ripped my clothes..." here she started sobbing again, "...and...and...they..."
"Shh...I understand..." said Tristan, and cursed his insatiable need for napkins. He could have stopped the attack, had he been there. He would have defended Rory with his life. He helped her up and tucked her in his car, before speeding off the hospital.
Tristan paced back and forth outside the emergency room.
"Son, would you mind filling these out while you wait?" asked a nurse. She handed him a clipboard with several sheets.
"Sure...can you tell me where a phone is?"
"Just down the hall, on the right of the vending machines."
"Thanks," Tristan said, and pulled on his coat.
"No problem. Don't forget about those sheets."
"I won't."
"And don't worry. Your girlfriend will be alright."
"Oh," said Tristan, and looked at the nurse amused, "she's not my girlfriend."
"And she's dressed like that?"
"When will we know how she is?" he asked, avoiding the question.
The nurse replied apologetically, "I'm sorry, we don't know yet."
"Thank you."
Tristan put the receiver to his ear and listened to the rings. One...two...three...four...five...
"Suicide hotline, please hold" said a very feminine voice.