A/N: I am writing on one review right now, but I don't care. I want to get this story out, so that you guys will see what happens. I hope you get that Rory and Tristan's relationship is starting to fall apart, because that is what I want you to see. Thanks to that one person that reviewed, OMARION, although, the chapter hasn't been out long. About 4 hours, at the most. So, I hope that you guys liked the last chapter, and I hope that you will like this one as much.

Disclaimer: I own the students, the school, and the plot of the story and nothing else.

Summary: Rory and Tristan's marriage starts to unfold. Slowly, but hard.

Chapter 8: Vomit

When the bell rang at the end of the day, the seniors filed out immediately. Rory could honestly say she was glad.

So she packed up the stuff she needed: test papers; homework she had to grade; and some of the early finished homework from today. She then started to walk to the teacher's lounge.

But on her way there, she didn't miss the whispers all around her, and although she didn't hear them, she knew what they were saying. It was gossip, and it was bound to happen. She just wished they would stop. And soon.

When she reached her destination, she walked in with the little pride she had.

When the room got suddenly quiet, she knew they were just talking about her breakdown, then the fight with Tristan.

She stayed quiet as she sat down at one of the chairs by the window and put her stuff down on the table in front of it. She started to grade some of the papers.

Someone sat in front of her and just watched, but she knew they wanted to say something. "You know, if you want to talk to me, speak up."

"I don't know what to say," the voice was familiar. It was one of the first friends she made here at the school. Her name was Georgia Miller.

Rory looked up for the first time, from her papers, "Then why are you here?"

"I just want to be here if you want to talk about... it."

"No, I'm just fine."

"No, you're not," Rory looked at Georgia strangely. "I see it in your eyes."

As tears started to come up to her eyes for the second time today, she started talking. "I don't know what went wrong. For so long, we had the perfect marriage... or maybe I just didn't see what was in front of my eyes."

"I know you love Tristan. Shouldn't that be enough to save your relationship? They say the first 3 years are the toughest out of all of them."

"I don't know about that. It was supposed to be easy, he was supposed to be the moneymaker, and I was supposed to be the mom that would drive the kids to school," a tear ran down her porcelain cheek, "and when we found out that I couldn't have kids, we started to look each other more as sex partners, than life partners. Then I got tired of having to get results, and finding out I wasn't pregnant... still," another tear, "And he got mad that I didn't want to sleep with him every damn week."

Rory broke down in sobs as Georgia went to her side and rubbed her back, "It's going to be okay. Everything is going to work out," she said.

Rory wasn't so sure anymore.

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Rory had stayed at the school until about 7:30 PM. She wanted to get caught up with her grading and her teaching plan for the next week.

She had it all planed out. And when she was done, she went back home.

Ah, there is that word again: home. How could she call it that after what had happened the previous night?

That memory, that incident, had been permanently burned into her head, and there was no chance of trying to get it out.

She entered her bedroom. And saw that the bed wasn't made, and the clothes that she through around this morning were still in the same spot.

"What can I get you, Rory?" a maid asked from behind her.

"Um, I'm not really hungry right now. You might as well take the rest of the night off."

"Okay, Miss DuGrey, ring me if you need anything."

"I will, and have a good night."

The maid exited the room, and Rory sighed in relief. She hated the idea of maids. She hated them waiting on her hand and foot. But that's the way Tristan wanted it, so she dealt.

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The next morning, Rory got out of the shower and dressed, noticing how Tristan already left.

Since Rory didn't have any paper work to do, she decided to stay at the house a little bit longer, and take a perspective of the house and the way it really was.

So she entered the dining room; this was the room she hated the most. It was so cold, and white. Everything had to be just "perfect" for them; that was what Tristan had said. But Rory never wanted it to be perfect. She wanted it to be her house. And she wanted to be glad she lived in it.

Then she walked into the family room. There was a big screen TV hanging on the wall, with cupboards on either side, holding movies. Then she got to the walls. They were covered with pictures of them, and the family on both of their sides.

Rory scanned each one, and then she got to a particular one. It was of them, her and Tristan, and she was on his back, giving her a piggy-back ride. They looked so happy.

Rory was suddenly covered with a nauseous feeling, and quickly went to the bathroom and vomited in the toilet.

A/N: Oh, poor Rory. She doesn't know what's going on. How sad. Review.

!Paige!