Title: Everyone's Family is Cliched

Basic Idea of This Chapter: Find out more about Jane and Richie. Find out what happens to Juliet after Jess finds out she was hit by a guy.

Chapter 2: After All This I Still Love You

Rating PG-13: Same as last chapter.

Hey I seem to notice i always read the writing in bold so please read this. Jane is Tristan and Rory's 15 year-old daughter. Juliet is Jade/Angel and Jess's 17 year old daughter. Richie is Jess and Rory's 13 year old son. Marcus and Juliet had been going out for two years. They met during the summer vacation before Juliet's family moved into the summer home. David and Juliet met the year they moved into the summer home. Juliet and David didn't start dating (so she didn't start cheating on Marcus) until the summer my story starts. Hope that clears up any confusions.

She watched the rain hit the glass, separating her from the beads dripping off her bedroom window and into a spider's web just below it. Hoping the ground would swallow her up, she walked defeatedly towards her door knowing, at some point, she would have to tell her dad that she knew where her sister was. Jane opened her door just as Jess walked past, the worried look still planted on his face.

I might know where Juliet is. Jess looked at her daring her to tell him she was joking. She meets this guy almost every night by this park bench two hours walk from here. Jane turned and walked into her recently furnished room. Her old furniture was a dark ebony wood, her new furniture was a light oak.

"You just broke the only promise anyone's ever expected you to keep." Jane turned and faced her younger brother, Richie, and scowled at him. "You should have at least tried to find her by yourself." Richie sat on her bad laying on her fluffy pillows wrinkling her wine red comforter.

"Look, it's not my fault my sister is a whore, but as long as I can see her get into trouble I would tell dad and mom anything." Really? A nagging voice said at the back of her mind. Or are you just saying that to cover up your worry for her? "I am not."

"What?" Richie sat up grinning slightly.

"Nothing." She walked to the door and followed her father and mother to the vehicle to find Juliet.



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Juliet had been sitting in the rain for an hour before she realized Marcus had left and the fighting had stopped. Crawling towards David's lifeless looking body, Juliet coughed and sniffled as the rain drenched her to the bone. "David." She whispered in his ear. He moaned in pain and tried to sit up, coughing he stood up swaying. "Are you okay?" She looked up at him begging him to forgive her for not trying to stop the fight.

"Get up." He said avoiding the question. "Come on you need to change or you'll get sick." She nodded standing up. They both tried to walk but staggered towards each other, so in a last attempt to make it somewhere before they get sucked into the mud beneath them, they supported each other's weight and walked slowly towards David's home.

"You can take the first bath." Juliet shook her head in refusal.

"I'm not bleeding from my head, or getting mud into the cut in my head which could get infected. You take the first bath." He opened his mouth to refuse but closed it when she gave him a look that was indescribable, half way between a 'go now' and a 'please go'. "Haha." She said seeing the defeat in his eyes.

"Fine, but you are cleaning the tub after I'm done." He ran, limped really, down to the bathroom. Juliet sighed and sat on the overstuffed chair and glanced around the small apartment. David's mother left when he was young and his father is a drunken alcoholic, who is never around. David had an older brother Anthony, but he has married and moved to England. She heard the water running in the bathroom as she watched the static on the television, it reminded her of the pictures where you hold it close to your face and you try to guess what it is.

"What are you doing here?" She turned her head slightly as the man behind her, who staggered drunkenly to the chair she was sitting in. "I said what are you doing here?"

"Um. . . I. . . uh-" She felt his hand, rather then saw it, on her thigh. "Don't." She said jumping back and backing up against the television.

The man looked like an older version of David but with red and gray hair. "What's wrong?" He asked, his speech rather good for a drunken man of his age. "Maria? You are never this apprehensive when we make love."

Her breath caught in her throat as the man who looked like he was approximately 6'3 and weighed roughly 200 pounds. She knew there was no way she would be able to stop this man from doing whatever he wanted. "My. . . my name isn't Maria." She stuttered backing up behind the television and against the wall. The paint chips peeling from the wall fell into her damp hair.

"You always say that honey." He ran the back of his hand over the bruised side of her face in an affectionate way and without warning struck her hardly causing her to cry out in pain and slide to the floor. "Don't say it again!" The shouts floated down the hall catching David's attention. He threw a bathrobe on and walked down the end of the hall.

He walked in as his father raised his hand and struck Juliet across the face for a second time. "Stay the fuck away from her." David grabbed his father's hand mid-air. "Don't you lay another hand on her."

"You leave me and your mama alone." David's face turned from anger to confusion as his mind tried to comprehend what his father just said. "Now you go on back to your room." Juliet took this time to stand up and walk as quick as possible to the bathroom.



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Jane sighed when she didn't see Juliet making out where she usually did with her rebellious 'lover'. "I don't see her." Really? Geez I could have sworn I saw here. Jane thought sarcastically before shaking her head.

"Me either." The rain came down harder then she had ever seen. "Wait!" She jumped out of the vehicle and ran to the bench. Laying underneath it Juliet's backpack was completely covered with thick patches of mud. She opened and lying inside she saw a very expenses looking camera and closed it quickly. 'This is definitely Juliet's pack'. Jess honked his horn impatiently as Jane stared at her sister's wet back pack.

"Jane?"

"Juliet?"

"What are you-"

"Dad's pissed-off. Him and mum are in the vehicle over-"

"I'm so sorry about- Who are you?" David said after noticing Jane's blonde hair in the dark night rain.

Jane's eyes wandered over David's bare chest. They lingered there for quite a while before she noticed him shuffling his feet nervously. "I'm Lorelai. Why are you shirt less?"

*

"I have to go." Juliet was pressed against the bathroom door and she was visibly frightened. David did up his belt and listened to his father slam the door behind him in his alcoholic rage. Juliet pulled the door of the bathroom open and walked slowly to the front door. "I . . . I love you." She opened the door and walked down the few stairs into the cold rain.

"Wait!" David's voice was inaudible over the thunder. The cold rain hit his bare chest as he ran towards Juliet.



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"Hello?"

"I should leave." David looked at Juliet who avoided his gaze and seemed fascinated with a small droplet of rain threatening to fall off of her sister's hair. David sighed loudly as the rain eased up over there heads. "Can't you at least look at me? Not pretend I'm not here?"

"You're right," Juliet looked at her dad's vehicle parked not to far away, "I can't pretend you're not there and yes, you should leave."



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He watched the candle flicker and cast eerie shadows on the wall. The power had gone out twenty minutes ago and he had nothing to do. Richie had tried to read but the light made his vision blur. He hated having nothing to do because it made him able to dwell on his life and not that of Alex DeLarge. The smell of alcohol reminded him that he had taken Jane's 'secret' bottle of Vodka, he drank half of it and threw it across the room knowing he would have a bad hangover the next day.