A/N: Due to content, this fic has been rated PG-13. If you can't handle abuse issues or adult language, don't read. You've been warned. Thank you to all of you who have reviewed. It's good to know that I'm good at something.

I was originally just going to have this be a one-parter (the first chapter), but since a few of the readers asked me to continue, I figured I would. I would appreciate it if you told me if this chapter was any good. Might not be as good as the first chapter (if it was good at all), but at least it's something. Tell me if I should continue. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I only own Rory's boyfriend, nothing else.

My Savior

"I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

Rory stared at him with sorrow-filled eyes. She wanted so much to hate him, to slap him, to inflict pain on him, but she didn't, couldn't. She cared for him too much to let him go. "You really hurt me."

"I know. And I can't tell you how sorry I am for that. Please, please, let me try to make it up to you."

She was reluctant, but gave in as soon as she saw the look in his eyes. They didn't give away that he was lying or planning on losing his temper like before. "Okay." He looked relieved. She smiled at him, knowing that he was probably holding his breathe, waiting for her answer.

She promised herself that if it happened again…well, it wouldn't happen again. He wouldn't do that to her. She was sure of it.

~Flashback~

Avoidance. That seemed to be the best answer. She couldn't even admit to herself of the trouble that she was in, nonetheless to Tristan. So that's what she did - she avoided him. He had tried to talk to her on many occasions, but she had just walked away; and, amazingly enough, he had let her.

~End Flashback~

"Rory, please talk to me."

She didn't say anything. She was almost sure that if she were to say anything to him, she would probably spill all of the details. She couldn't let that happen; it would only create more problems.

He gently grabbed her arm and turned her around; she avoided his eyes. "Rory, look at me."

She reluctantly looked into his eyes. "What?"

"I hate that you won't talk to me anymore."

She sighed and turned her gaze to the trees behind him. "I can't tell you what happened…I just-I can't."

"You don't have to. Just stop avoiding me…please. I miss talking to you."

She smiled slightly at his words. She slowly nodded. "Okay."

He smiled back at her. "Okay."

~Flashback~

It had been three weeks now. He had been good; he was the way before…it…happened.

Tristan had eventually left her alone, stopped bothering her. She was relieved in some ways; she wouldn't have to explain to him what had happened to her. She knew that he wouldn't understand, he wouldn't take into consideration her feelings for her boyfriend.

~End Flashback~

She jumped at the door slam that she heard. She looked up and saw him "Hey. What are you doing here-"

She was cut off as the back of his hand came across her cheek violently. She fell out of the chair that she was sitting in. Her face smacked hard against the ground as her hands tried to push herself up. She started to cry as all of the strength left her.

"You just can't stop, can you?"

She didn't dare to look up at him, or even try to get up. "What?" she pushed out, spitting out a little blood.

He let out an angry yell. "I saw you with that blonde yesterday. You just can't resist trying to get into bed with anything that has a dick, can you?" This seemed too familiar.

She turned her head trying to get up. "I wasn't trying to-"

He slapped her again, harder, if possible. "Shut up! Did I tell you to speak? No!"

She stayed down this time.

~Flashback~

"I ordered you a salad, Rory."

She smiled at him, despite her inner turmoil. She hated salads, she hated everything that he ever ordered for her, but she did not once complain. "Thank you." He didn't hear her though. She saw as his eyes followed another woman's swaying hips. She had noticed this several times, but she didn't say anything; perhaps she was afraid to.

~End Flashback~

Her knuckles hurt as she knocked on the hard surface. She didn't notice that there were cuts there too. It took a while for someone to answer the door and she was getting antsy.

The door finally opened. "Rory? What are you doing here?"

Rory brought her arms around herself and looked down, suddenly all the more ashamed of sporting such cuts on herself. "I need your help," she whispered.

Sorry that this one is short. But, if you want more, then I shall write more.