Tears – Part 9 [Don't Leave]

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Flashback

Tears rolled down her eyes. 'Mom, where are you?' she panicked, her hand shaking as she listened intently. "Someone pick up," she muttered, a sense of desperation in her voice. "… Please."

Her lip quivered from the cold. Shivering wildly, she refused to go back into that house. Her anger warmed her body up, as she thought about her in his arms. In her boyfriend's arms! Biting her lip, she dialed the number she dreaded, her fingers shaking.

"Hello?"

"…"

"Hello?"

Rory inhaled slowly. "Hello, dad?"

"Rory? Is that you?"

"Yeah, can you…" she closed her eyes, breathing in slowly "Can you do me a favor?"

"What is it Ror? Anything"

She cringed. How dare he use that name. "… Can you come pick me up here at the Mitchell's … I'm kind of stranded."

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Rory groaned at that memory, remembering the phone call as a desperation move. Sighing slowly, she looked at herself in the mirror. Biting her lip, she applied on shimmery lip gloss and walked out of her bedroom. Lorelai stood in the kitchen, drinking her usual cup of coffee. It was a week after their argument; both did not bring up the fight.

"You look great hun,"

Rory rolled her eyes. Why is she making me come anyway? I hate this. "I'm not going," she answered.

"You have to Ror," she sighed in annoyance.

"I refuse to. Say I came down with a deadly disease… say that… say that… Chilton had a class trip to the Yukon Territories where we have to save seals."

"Oh sounds fun, can I come?"

"Sorry, Chilton students only."

"Well, I'm an ex-Chiltonie… does that count?"

"Nope."

"Fine, then you have to go tonight."

"Wait… can I take that back?"

"Nope… get in the car."

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Rory felt uncomfortable. She stood there, sipping on… What is this anyway? She asked herself, looking down at the cup filled with an orangey-red mixture. Shrugging, she sipped on the drink slowly, looking around curiously. Lorelai had forced Rory into coming to Chris's house for dinner that night. She watched as Lorelai chatted with Chris and Isabelle, Chris' new wife about the baby Isabelle and Chris were expecting. Rory sighed and sat on the love seat. I never knew more people were coming. Rory looked on anxiously, as Chris excused himself from the two women and made his way towards the door. Rory's anxious face turned into disappointment, though she tried to hide it as she watched her grandparents walk in. Groaning inwardly, she got to her feet and greeted Richard and Emily with kisses and hugs.

"When are Evelyn and Tristan arriving, dear?" Emily asked, taking a sip of her martini.

"Soon," Chris replied.

The adults chatted merrily about… well almost everything. All of them oblivious to the fact that the doorbell had rang. Rory shrugged and made her way towards the large oak doors. She opened it and smiled.

"Hello Rory dear, how are you?"

"I'm fine Mrs. DuGray, and yourself?" Rory asked, catching Tristan's tall figure from the corner of her eye.

"Very well, thank you for asking."

"Come in. Everyone's in the sitting room," she replied, watching the graceful woman enter the house.

Rory waited behind for Tristan, who took his time entering the house. Grinning mischievously, he wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her softly.

"Hello," he whispered.

Rory smiled and kissed him again. "Hello."

Grabbing her hand, they walked into the sitting room, where adults chatted away happily, strangely enough, like old friends.

"Where's your dad?" Rory asked.

Tristan stiffened slightly "Had a business meeting," he lied, remembering the struggle him and his mother had convincing him to let them attend this little gathering.

"Let's go walk around," she smiled.

The couple walked around the house, hand in hand, talking occasionally about random subjects. Tristan let Rory lead him to the backyard. His hand wrapped around her slim waist and her head rested on his chest. Sighing slightly, she looked up at him, her smile brought a small smile to his own face. There was something bothering him, she had noticed.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. What makes you think something's wrong?"

"I don't know. I could just feel it."

"Really?" he asked.

Rory nodded, her hand playing with the tips of his gelled hair. "Really, tell me."

"There's nothing to tell."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, can we just drop it?"

"Okay," she replied, dropping the subject.

His grip around her waist tightened as he kissed her temple. Rory looked at him and smiled inwardly. He looked so sharp and handsome in the black suit he had on. Her curious side got to her as she noticed folded paper sticking out of his pocket.

"Tristan, what's that?" she asked, pointing to the paper.

Tristan frowned, taking the folded sheets from his pockets. He held them firmly and sighed. "It's nothing."

"Oh cut the crap. I know that," she pointed to the paper in his hand "Has something to do with what's wrong with you."

He swallowed and handed the papers to her. Rory took them and found it to be a pamphlet. "What is this?" she whispered "St. Lawrence Military School?"

"Father's planning on sending me there soon," he said dryly.

"What? Why?" her heartbeat quickened its pace.

"… He's… he's so against our relationship that… he's thinking of sending me back to North Carolina."

Rory dropped the school pamphlet in shock. "You can't," she whispered.

"It's not like I have a choice," he whispered back, his hands found her soft brown hair.

Rory shook her head in disbelief "You can't," she continue to speak softly. "Can't you do anything to make him change his mind?"

"I don't want to break up with you Rory."

She chewed on her bottom lip nervously.

"He's making me Rory."

"Why… why is he so against us?" she asked, holding his hand tightly.

Tristan groaned angrily "Because of some stupid business disagreement with your grandfather."

"But… but… you have to explain it to him Tristan!"

"I tried Rory," he said softly, pulling her body closer to his.

"Don't leave," she swallowed hard "Not again."

AN: Thought I'd add another chapter before the weekend since I have work all frickin weekend. Here's part 9. How was it? Good? Bad? So-So?  Keep those reviews coming!

-RockerFreak