Screaming Infidelities

Disclaimer: Not mine. The title is from Dashboard Confessional

Summary: First part in Lindsay's point of view. Second part is...sorta both dean and Lindsay. Third part is Rory and Dean.

A/N: I'm on a roll. Yay. such fun. Here's the 3rd, and final, I think ;) part. Enjoy! :D

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I'm reading your note over again

There's not a word that I comprehend,

Except when you signed it

"I will love you always and forever."

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She lay awake, on top of her bed, only a few days after sleeping with Dean. She couldn't believe it. She slept with Dean; slept with Dean in the very bed that she was lying on top of. She suddenly felt sick, but she couldn't figure out why. She had done nothing wrong. He was her Dean. He was.

"He is my Dean," she whispered into the darkness of her room. "My Dean." She thought that maybe if she said it enough times that it would be true, that she could make herself believe it.

In reality, it was not true. They hadn't discussed what would happen next. They hadn't really discussed anything actually, but she had pushed these thoughts out of her mind.

It had been different then she thought it would be. She had heard that it was supposed to be magical, special, something that you would always remember. It wasn't really all that great though. It was...interesting, but of course she would remember it forever.

She rolled over onto her side and looked at her nightstand. The light of the moon illuminated her bedroom, and something sparkling caught her eye.

It was his ring.

He had left his wedding ring on her nightstand. He had been in such a rush to leave, that he had forgotten all about it and she hadn't even noticed.

She reached over and picked it up, rolled onto her back and held it up above her. It was beautiful. She slowly slid it onto her thumb. It fit almost perfectly and she smiled slightly.

Dean.

She and Dean would get married; she could have a ring like that. They would live happily ever after.

Her first boyfriend, her first kiss, her first love, her first time, and he could be her first husband.

Her mother was wrong. He had not cheated. There had been nothing to cheat on. Lindsay deserved it anyways. She was horrible. She made him work awful jobs all day long and quit school. She had practically forced him to cheat. Rory had nothing to do with it, really.

She had been an innocent bystander. It's not like she had stood on the corner with a sign saying 'Sleep with me!'

Lindsay shouldn't have been so stupid. It was all her fault.

Dean loved Rory. He had always loved Rory, and Rory had always loved him.

Now she could be with her Dean and they could forget about Lindsay; about Jess. They were just things...things that had gotten in the way of life.

She remembered how she had called their house and how Lindsay had answered. It didn't mean anything. Lindsay had been pretending to be all cheerful, when she had really already known about the divorce, that had to have been it. Dean was probably staying with his parents anyways.

Rory shut her eyes and exhaled. Lindsay and Jess deserved each other. They could make each other miserable. That would be fun.

She was curious as to why she hadn't heard from him since that night, and realized that he must have been busy working and getting the divorce finalized and whatnot. She decided that she would call him in the morning.

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The phone rang and rang and rang. There was no answer. Finally the recording came on.

"Uh...Hi Dean...Um...This is Rory. I was wondering what's up. I haven't heard from you, I guess you have your phone off. Uh... Call me when you get this. Bye!"

He must be working at the Inn. She glances at the clock in the kitchen and sees that it's 1 PM. She has nothing to do, she is restless.

Suddenly she remembers the mail. It's Monday. The mail should be there by now.

She walks outside and opens the mail box. Scanning through it quickly she finds a few bills, a letter from Yale, and a plain white envelope with the word 'Rory' in the center.

She frowns as she recognizes the handwriting.

Why would Dean be writing her a letter? Why doesn't he just call?

Perhaps he's worried that Lorelai would be upset, but he has her cell number.

She walks to the porch as she rips open the envelope and sits down on the steps as she unfolds the paper.

Her eyes widen and a thousand emotions pass through her as she finishes reading; hurt, frustration, anger, bitterness, sadness, and the most powerful of them all, the feeling of being used and thrown away.

Her stomach flip flops as a tear rolls down her cheek.

She wants to tear the letter up. To rip it, shred it, and then burn it. But she finds herself re-reading it.

Dear Rory,

I couldn't do it in person, and I really don't know how to do it at all, but you must know, and I'll do it quickly and get it over with.

Lindsay is pregnant. I just found out a few days ago. We are going to stay together; we couldn't divorce.

If there was anything that I could do, I would do it. But there isn't. I can't change it. I just hope you know that I love you and that I want to be with you, but I can't.

Dean

She cannot believe him. How could he say that there is nothing that he can do?! Christopher didn't raise her, and she turned out fine.

She looks down and spots his ring still on her finger and gets a disgusted look on her face.

She stands up slowly and walks in a zombie style to the bridge. Once she reaches it, she stands on the edge and throws the ring into the water. It makes a plopping sound and sinks to the bottom. It momentarily satisfies her, until she remembers what happened; she slept with the bastard.

He had cheated on his wife; committed adultery and she had helped him. The tears flow steadily as she walks back to her house.

She is disappointed to find the letter right where she had left it; she had hoped that it was only a dream. But it was real. She had slept with a married man.

The guilt and anger eats at her stomach, and a bitter taste fills her mouth as she picks up the letter, once again feeling sick.

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Well as for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs

And sit alone and wonder

How you're making out.

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A/N: Review please. this is the last part. :D