Chapter (12) - Damn You Emily Gilmore...!
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Rory awoke to the mid-day sun shining onto her face. As she reached for her alarm clock with one hand, she felt the dry tears, which seems as if they had frozen on her cheeks, with the other. She gasped at the time, and quickly jumped up to get dressed.
"One in the afternoon? Dammit! God this is not good!" she spoke aloud to herself as she hurried and rushed out of her bedroom door. As she hit the last step of the stairs, the loudest of all the old wooden staircases, she froze.
"What the hell!?" she screamed as she saw a bunch of strange people walking in and out of her house carrying her things, and of course Emily directing them from the foyer.
"Ah, Rory, so nice of you to join us, finally" Emily bickered as she saw Rory at the steps.
"Who are these people? What are they doing with MY stuff?" Rory went off on her grandmother. She couldn't take it, she wouldn't take it. It had only been a day after the accident, and already Emily Gilmore was trying to erase all existence of Lorelai and Christopher Hayden.
"Legally these aren't your things." How could she say such a thing? First of all, these things were legally hers, it said so in her parent's will. The only thing that was Emily's was Rory, but Emily DIDN'T have to know about that.
"Yes! Yes they are! They were left to me! Everything! The house, the money, the cars, EVERYTHING!" Rory was becoming aggrivated, she didn't want to loose her temper, not infront of all of these people.
"We aren't getting rid of everything, just a few things, most of the NEWER things will be going to our house." Emily replied calmly.
"OUT!" Rory screamed, "Get OUT of my house you bastards!" She screamed as the men tried to take the last of her living room set.
"Rory! Calm! --Please, Please Keep working-- Rory! Maybe you should go out for a while, maybe go see your little friend, that boy you are always hanging around with."
"Tristan?! You forgot his name?! Your families have only been friends since before we were both born!" Rory had lost it by then, no one ever addressed Tristan as 'that boy', especially to Rory.
Just then she grabbed her cell phone and keys and stormed out of the house. She didn't care what her grandmother did anymore, she had already locked her room before she came downstairs. But for all she knew, Emily would probably have one of the movers take it off the hinges.
"Ugh!" she screamed as she ran for her car. "I hate you Emily Gilmore!" she began screaming anything that came to mind, mostly cursing her grandmother off.
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As the hours past, Rory was still driving, and still felt as if she was about to explode. Her radio was blasting, but not with her usually pop music, such as Christina or Britney, but with a heavy metal and rock mix that Tristan must have left in her car. She didn't care for the metal stuff much, but alot of the rock was getting to her.
She then started singing along with one of the tracks as she thought of what her grandmother was now doing to her house.
"I hate everything about you -- Why do I love y..." No, the only true thing about that right now was the 'I hate everything about you' part.
For some reason the tracks were calming her, and she decided to head back to Hartford. Although she didn't know exactly where she was, she made a U- turn and headed back in the same direction she had been driving for the past two hours.
As she drove on, she skipped through the CD until she came to one that sounded familiar, and then laughed when she realized the lyrics.
"Tristan!!" she laughed as she began to sing the words. She now knew why he left this CD in her car, and she began to sing along...
"I love the way you look at me I love the way you smack my ass I love the dirty things you do I have control of you"
She left the song on repeat, so maybe she'd be able to laugh and keep her mind off of everything else.
Was that even possible? To think that when she arrived back home in Hartford she'd be greeted with a welcoming hug from her loving mother, and a possible friendly joke or two from her father about where she had been for the past hours. Just then her tears came back, and even trying to sing the song didn't stop them this time.
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As she saw the sign that read "Now Entering Hartford" her stomach seemed to drop. She thought it would take hours to get back to Hartford, but now it seemed like only a few moments.
"I can't go back home, I just can't" it seemed as if she spoke to no one, but she knew her mother was listening. "Why?" were the only words she could form, and she kept repeating it over and over again.
She drove past her home several times, each time trying to make up her mind if she should go in or not. "No" she answered herself as she drove down the road to the DuGrey property. Lying in the hammock Tristan had put up for them always calmed her, so she thought she should at least try.
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Rory had just gotten herself comfortable as her cellphone began to ring. She didn't even try to reach for it.
"It's just Emily Gilmore, like it has been for the past three hours!" she said aloud to herself, sarcasticly.
Rory just laid there for who knows how long. Her cellphone ran about three more times after that, but she hadn't dare move. She was content, and her head wasn't aching. She ran her hand over her hipbone where the tattoo lay. She thought of him, of that night, of love.
"Love sucks, love is dead!" she screamed out, and burst into tears.
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Her cellphone rang once more, and at first she didn't want to reach for it, but after a few rings she reached for her purse. Rory grabbed the phone quickly, but only to answer a minute too late.
"Triss" she said aloud as she read the number off the caller ID, "I'm so sorry babe!" she apologized aloud as she looked at the phone, "I promise I will answer next time you call!" the tears came down even heavier. She didn't understand why, and that pissed her off even more.
She then laid back into the hammock as her phone rug again, "Hey babe!" she immediately answered.
"Babe? What is this slang you use?" Emily replied, "Nevermind, Where are yo- -"
Rory slammed the phone shut and threw it to the ground. "BITCH" she screamed, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! You make me out to be a screwup! Get out of my life!" screaming at the sky, she complained on and on to no one, and she didn't give a crap.
Just then she saw a light go on in the back of the DuGrey manshion. Rory quickly then got up off the hammock as light flooded out of the back door. She saw the maid, Ms. Elliene, standing in the doorway, looking over the grounds. Rory felt stupid that she made so much noise, but she also thought that no one would be in that large home for the rest of the summer.
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Rory sat under the big oak tree for quite a while, mostly because she was too lazy to get up, but partly because she loved that tree just as much as she loved that hammock. She thought of all the memories she shared with Tristan, and she thought of how everything was ruined now.
"Damn you Emily Gilmore!" she couldn't control herself any longer. She was sliding into depression, and she liked it. Her life had changed, for worse, and it wouldn't get any better.
Rory curled into a ball under the tree and, resting her head on its large roots, she fell asleep.
----- -Do ya like it? I hope so... the more reviews I get the more you'll get!! R&R!! –Luv, Ash
Rory awoke to the mid-day sun shining onto her face. As she reached for her alarm clock with one hand, she felt the dry tears, which seems as if they had frozen on her cheeks, with the other. She gasped at the time, and quickly jumped up to get dressed.
"One in the afternoon? Dammit! God this is not good!" she spoke aloud to herself as she hurried and rushed out of her bedroom door. As she hit the last step of the stairs, the loudest of all the old wooden staircases, she froze.
"What the hell!?" she screamed as she saw a bunch of strange people walking in and out of her house carrying her things, and of course Emily directing them from the foyer.
"Ah, Rory, so nice of you to join us, finally" Emily bickered as she saw Rory at the steps.
"Who are these people? What are they doing with MY stuff?" Rory went off on her grandmother. She couldn't take it, she wouldn't take it. It had only been a day after the accident, and already Emily Gilmore was trying to erase all existence of Lorelai and Christopher Hayden.
"Legally these aren't your things." How could she say such a thing? First of all, these things were legally hers, it said so in her parent's will. The only thing that was Emily's was Rory, but Emily DIDN'T have to know about that.
"Yes! Yes they are! They were left to me! Everything! The house, the money, the cars, EVERYTHING!" Rory was becoming aggrivated, she didn't want to loose her temper, not infront of all of these people.
"We aren't getting rid of everything, just a few things, most of the NEWER things will be going to our house." Emily replied calmly.
"OUT!" Rory screamed, "Get OUT of my house you bastards!" She screamed as the men tried to take the last of her living room set.
"Rory! Calm! --Please, Please Keep working-- Rory! Maybe you should go out for a while, maybe go see your little friend, that boy you are always hanging around with."
"Tristan?! You forgot his name?! Your families have only been friends since before we were both born!" Rory had lost it by then, no one ever addressed Tristan as 'that boy', especially to Rory.
Just then she grabbed her cell phone and keys and stormed out of the house. She didn't care what her grandmother did anymore, she had already locked her room before she came downstairs. But for all she knew, Emily would probably have one of the movers take it off the hinges.
"Ugh!" she screamed as she ran for her car. "I hate you Emily Gilmore!" she began screaming anything that came to mind, mostly cursing her grandmother off.
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As the hours past, Rory was still driving, and still felt as if she was about to explode. Her radio was blasting, but not with her usually pop music, such as Christina or Britney, but with a heavy metal and rock mix that Tristan must have left in her car. She didn't care for the metal stuff much, but alot of the rock was getting to her.
She then started singing along with one of the tracks as she thought of what her grandmother was now doing to her house.
"I hate everything about you -- Why do I love y..." No, the only true thing about that right now was the 'I hate everything about you' part.
For some reason the tracks were calming her, and she decided to head back to Hartford. Although she didn't know exactly where she was, she made a U- turn and headed back in the same direction she had been driving for the past two hours.
As she drove on, she skipped through the CD until she came to one that sounded familiar, and then laughed when she realized the lyrics.
"Tristan!!" she laughed as she began to sing the words. She now knew why he left this CD in her car, and she began to sing along...
"I love the way you look at me I love the way you smack my ass I love the dirty things you do I have control of you"
She left the song on repeat, so maybe she'd be able to laugh and keep her mind off of everything else.
Was that even possible? To think that when she arrived back home in Hartford she'd be greeted with a welcoming hug from her loving mother, and a possible friendly joke or two from her father about where she had been for the past hours. Just then her tears came back, and even trying to sing the song didn't stop them this time.
~-~-~
As she saw the sign that read "Now Entering Hartford" her stomach seemed to drop. She thought it would take hours to get back to Hartford, but now it seemed like only a few moments.
"I can't go back home, I just can't" it seemed as if she spoke to no one, but she knew her mother was listening. "Why?" were the only words she could form, and she kept repeating it over and over again.
She drove past her home several times, each time trying to make up her mind if she should go in or not. "No" she answered herself as she drove down the road to the DuGrey property. Lying in the hammock Tristan had put up for them always calmed her, so she thought she should at least try.
-*-*-RING-*-*-
Rory had just gotten herself comfortable as her cellphone began to ring. She didn't even try to reach for it.
"It's just Emily Gilmore, like it has been for the past three hours!" she said aloud to herself, sarcasticly.
Rory just laid there for who knows how long. Her cellphone ran about three more times after that, but she hadn't dare move. She was content, and her head wasn't aching. She ran her hand over her hipbone where the tattoo lay. She thought of him, of that night, of love.
"Love sucks, love is dead!" she screamed out, and burst into tears.
-*-*-RING-*-*-
Her cellphone rang once more, and at first she didn't want to reach for it, but after a few rings she reached for her purse. Rory grabbed the phone quickly, but only to answer a minute too late.
"Triss" she said aloud as she read the number off the caller ID, "I'm so sorry babe!" she apologized aloud as she looked at the phone, "I promise I will answer next time you call!" the tears came down even heavier. She didn't understand why, and that pissed her off even more.
She then laid back into the hammock as her phone rug again, "Hey babe!" she immediately answered.
"Babe? What is this slang you use?" Emily replied, "Nevermind, Where are yo- -"
Rory slammed the phone shut and threw it to the ground. "BITCH" she screamed, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! You make me out to be a screwup! Get out of my life!" screaming at the sky, she complained on and on to no one, and she didn't give a crap.
Just then she saw a light go on in the back of the DuGrey manshion. Rory quickly then got up off the hammock as light flooded out of the back door. She saw the maid, Ms. Elliene, standing in the doorway, looking over the grounds. Rory felt stupid that she made so much noise, but she also thought that no one would be in that large home for the rest of the summer.
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Rory sat under the big oak tree for quite a while, mostly because she was too lazy to get up, but partly because she loved that tree just as much as she loved that hammock. She thought of all the memories she shared with Tristan, and she thought of how everything was ruined now.
"Damn you Emily Gilmore!" she couldn't control herself any longer. She was sliding into depression, and she liked it. Her life had changed, for worse, and it wouldn't get any better.
Rory curled into a ball under the tree and, resting her head on its large roots, she fell asleep.
----- -Do ya like it? I hope so... the more reviews I get the more you'll get!! R&R!! –Luv, Ash