A/N: Thank you to all who have reviewed. Sorry it took me so long to update. Inspiration to keep writing has been given on low amounts lately, so that's why it's been so long. Anyway, I hope that this chapter is somewhat tolerable, good enough to be posted. Tell me what you think after you read. Thanks.
WARNING: This fic contains subject matters dealing with abuse and some language. If you can't handle any of that, then please don't read.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything except for Jason.
My Savior
Flashback
He was way beyond mad. His girlfriend had left, disappeared without a trace. It had been about a week since he had last seen her and he was completely enraged with the fact that he couldn't contact her. So that's when he decided to take matters into his own hands since her mom wouldn't give him any hint as to where Rory was.
When he approached the Gilmore house, he didn't bother knocking; he never had to before.
"-No, I don't like the idea of you being at Tristan's house, but if you feel safe there, then you should stay, at least for now." A pause, probably whoever she was talking to responding. "At least come home and get some clean clothes, Rory." His eyes widened. Her mother had known all this time where his girlfriend was and didn't even bother telling him? He was pissed now. "Okay, sweetie, I'll see you in a little bit." Lorelai put down the phone and turned around, finally noticing his presence. "Jason…what are you doing here?"
"Well, I was going to ask you if you knew where my girlfriend was, but from what I heard from that phone call you had, you knew all along, didn't you?"
"Jason," Lorelai tried to reason.
"-No! My girlfriend is gone for a week and she doesn't tell me?! Where is she, Lorelai? Tell me where my girlfriend is!" Jason moved dangerously close to her, moving in on her space.
"Jason," she tried again, trying to back up away from him. What was the matter with her? She was supposed to be able to handle herself in situations like this.
"Tell me where she is!" he yelled once more, without a doubt leaving the impression he wanted on her.
Lorelai stood still, shocked to her very core, unable to find the right words that would satisfy him.
"She with that blonde, isn't she? I knew she couldn't stay away from him!" He knocked over one of the lamps violently, not even taking notice of Lorelai jumping at the impulse. He stayed silent for a few moments, then a weird look came over his face. "You know, Lorelai, I've seen you as a second mother. You've treated me kindly and I like that you welcomed me so openly." Lorelai stood there, not really comprehending what he was saying. "But you know what makes me mad?" He got closer to her. "The fact that you would keep something like this from me," he said, referring to the Rory situation. "And you know what happens to people who keeps such information from others?" Lorelai shook her head slightly, afraid to see where he was going with this. He moved his face to hers, only a few mere inches away. "They pay," he whispered, a smile spreading across his face.
End Flashback
Rory pushed open the hospital doors and tried to keep up with the EMT's that were wheeling her mom to the medical room.
"Ma'am!" Rory brushed off the nurse that was calling out her name; she had to get to her mother, had to see if she was okay. "Ma'am!" Rory tried to escape the nurse's hold on her, but was a failure in doing so. "Ma'am, you're going to have to go to the waiting room." Rory tried to pull away again. "Ma'am." The nurse's voice was very stern, too harsh for Rory's liking.
Rory reluctantly headed over to the waiting room, falling into Tristan's embrace, finally letting the sobs take over her body.
Flashback
He was out of sight. Somehow she knew it wasn't over. She heard the water running. 'He's washing his hands.' Lorelai tried desperately to crawl, pull her way over to the door, but it was no use. She saw trails of blood over her skin and it felt like her whole body was bruised. She was too weak. She barely moved an inch. It seemed to be an eternity of trying, an eternity not long enough. He came back.
"Shall we continue?" He had that smug grin on his face still; she doubted that it ever left his face. 'Damn bastard,' she thought. He walked slowly towards her, knowing that she was following his every move, trying to figure out what it was he was going to do. He finally leaned over her, effectively dodging her weakly flailing arms. He merely chuckled at the sight.
Her breathing sped up. She found it hard to get a full breath. She felt she was suffocating. Then she saw him reach for it. The knife. It was already covered in her blood, disgustingly glistening red. Slow motion. The blade inching its way towards her skin, ready to carve the painful symbols of his repulsive craze, of whatever he wanted to do. Nothing escaped her lips as he slowly cut her skin; she didn't have her voice anymore. She couldn't scream, could no longer cry, though the tears never did stop running down her cheeks, falling ridiculously loud onto the ground.
Superficial wounds. They never went down too deep. Her mind kept screaming, 'Then why are you bleeding so much?!' She didn't know. The blood kept coming. It never stopped.
End flashback
Hospitals were cruel. She didn't understand why no one could tell her if her mother was okay. They just kept on telling her to sit down, calm down, in the waiting room. She was beginning to hate those words. How could she relax when her mom was in the emergency room?
Flashback
She could barely stay awake, her eyelids drooping more and more heavily with each passing second. She knew, between her state of near-unconsciousness and sheer terror, that he was still here, hiding from her sight, playing one of his vile games.
Her vision was blurred; she gathered that it was probably due to her tears. Her body was lifeless, barely, if at all, moving. All of her strength had left; she had no hope.
End flashback
A/N: Ah! I know that this is a short chapter, but I didn't want to spend another two days trying to add on more. Besides, I like how I ended this chapter. Anyway…please review. I promise that the next chapter I put out will be longer.