AN: This chapter is REALLY LONG!!! Hope you like it!
Chapter (13) - ....The 'after Rory' picture
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Rory awoke the next morning to find herself in a large, queen size, bed and wrapped up in the big comfy blankets.
"Wh-wh-where am I?" she stuttered, talking aloud to herself as she looked around the room. She sighed with relief as she realized it to be Tristan's room, but she was still confused because she had no idea how she had gotten there.
"Ah, Miss Gilmore, I found you outside curled under that old tree, I had the butler carry you in. Your such a tiny girl!" the maid answered her as she walked into the room. She must have been sitting right outside the door, waiting for any sound to come from the room, or she just had really good timing.
"Um, thank you"
"Would you like me to call your grandmother, she has been calling your cellular phone all night lo--"
"No!!" she burst out, "... I'm sorry, really, but could I just stay here for a little while? I need time, I need my space, my grandmother is driving me crazy."
"Sure" she smiled, "Take as much time as you like, you know this place better than I!" as she finished she set down the tray she brought up for Rory and headed for the door.
"...thank you..." she groaned as she hopped off the bed.
Before heading for the breakfast tray that now lay on the table, she walked toward Tristan's stereo. She wanted to find music, more music like the stuff she listened to last night. She knew he had more, he always listened to that sort of stuff.... well when she wasn't rotting his brain with pop and rap.
Rory pressed the power button and played what he had left in there. She grinned evily at the first song, but skipped on to the second. "Eh" she shrugged as she listened for a few seconds before switching it again. It was the song from the night before, she realized it just as she went to change it.
"I hate everything about you" she sang, but she couldn't sing the next part, because it wasn't true about Emily, it never would be. She couldn't love her, not anymore. She finally saw the true Emily Gilmore, the side of her that Lorelai always told stories about.
~*I hate You hate I hate You love me
I hate everything about you Why do I love you*~
She decided to listen to the next song instead of skipping through again. She kind of figured out that the song had to be called something "Home" or at least something about Home. She really got interested in it, and she kept it on repeat to learn some of the words. It was really describing her at the moment.
~I'll be coming home Just to be alone Cause I know you're not there And I know that you don't care I can hardly wait to leave this place~
Just the first couple of lines were all about her.
~No matter how hard I try You're never satisfied This is not a home I think I'm better off alone You always disappear Even when you're here This is not my home I think I'm better off alone Home, home, this house is not a Home, home, this house is not a home~
The tears started falling again. How could one song completely describe her? Every emotion she felt was right there infront of her, playing over and over again, the lyrics sinking farther and farther into her mind.
She slammed her fist down on the power button and ran out of the room. She couldn't take it anymore. She was going to go back to HER home and set her OWN rules. If Emily didn't like that, well then tough!
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It was about 10:30 am when she arrived at her home. Rory noticed not one car or truck was in the driveway.
"Good, Cause no one is getting in my house!" she hurried up the walk and opened the door. You'd think the first thing someone would do when they were trying to get you out of your house would to be change the locks, but not Emily Gilmore, she was too stupid to do that!
She stopped dead as she saw every last thing missing, not even an area rug left on the floor. Rory couldn't help but cry. Everything her parents ever worked for was gone! It was hopeless. Emily Gilmore was going to get to her, and there wasn't going to be any way to stop her.
Rory rushed up to her room and slid her key into the lock. She grabbed a piece of paper that was taped onto her door, obviously from her grandmother, and then opened the door wide. She calmed a bit as she saw all of her things were still there, still in their proper place, which was all over the floor.
"My god" she was so pissed off as she sprawled out over her bed after shutting (and locking) her door.
She looked down at the note which was crumbled up in her hand. She began to read it,
~Dear Rory, This is the last time I will ask you nicely. You must come to live with your grandfather and I, you cannot live on your own, no matter what was left to you. There will be people coming by this evening to look at the house to get an estimate, please don't make a fuss, and don't ruin this. Thank you -Grandmother~
"Oh -- Go -- To -- Hell" she wrote on the bottom of the note. She quickly got up and opened the door to tape it back up.
"Hello" Rory jumped as she heard her grandmother's voice. "I see you've gotten my note"
"Yeah, and I've got your reply right here" Rory threw the note at her and slammed the door, locking it.
"LORELAI LEIGH HAYDEN!"
"It's RORY GILMORE!"
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It took a while for Emily to realize that she wasn't going to open the door, but it took even longer for her to realize that Rory wasn't in the room anymore. Rory had grabbed one of the random bookbags that were sitting in the corner of her room and packed her dark eye makeup, and some of her darker clothes, and climbed down the balcony and headed out to her car. She wasn't sure how long it took Emily to realize she left, but if she had any common sense, Rory knew it couldn't have taken her THAT long.
She drove back to the DuGrey property, hoping that the maid was still there. She ran up and knocked on the door, only to find it unlocked.
"Hello?!?" she called out as she opened the door, "Any rooms for rent in this overly large home?!?"
"Miss Gilmore! Back so soon? You left in quite a hurry earlier, its so great to see you again!" the maid greeted her.
"....yeah... hi...." she blushed. "...I was wondering... could I spend the night again? My grandmother has people looking at my home, I'm afraid she is trying to get me to move in with her... I can't bare it... I just can't" she began to sob.
"Oh, Miss Gilmore... Its quite alright!" she wrapped her arms around her, and held her as she cried. For some reason the DuGrey's maid reminded her of her mother, which didn't help anything except make the tears fall down faster.
"....I'm.....S...s...s...orry" she began to choke on her words as she began to try and hold the tears in.
"Please, sit down, or better yet, go lie down... You may sleep in Master Tristan's bed... I think you'll find it quite comfortable" she smiled and then added, "I'm sure you'll just have to get used to it anyway if you don't"
Rory then laughed a bit through her tears, "Yeah I guess so" she said louder as she headed for the stairs. She thought she would be fine here, she would be able to get away for a while, but she could never get away.
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Rory spent an hour or so just curled up in the large comforter that lay on the bed. She was freezing, but the house was warm.
"Oh god, how could this happen? How could you be such an ass? How could you take them and leave me with my grandmother?"
Just then she stood up and grabbed her bag. She wanted to change, she wanted to change everything about her so that her grandmother would just give up and leave her alone.
She first pulled out her long sleeve black shirt that she usually wore under one of her T-shirts. She noticed she had forgotten a T-shirt, but instead of panicking, she just shrugged it off and changed into it. Just before getting out her skirt she wrapped her arms around herself and felt how soft the fabric was. She thought of Tristan, she thought of him wrapping his arms around her, how warm he felt, how softly he held her in his arms. She bit her lip then, unwilling to let the tears start again. She then pulled out the skirt and smirked at it. It was a micro mini-skirt, but she had never worn it. It was more of a punk look that her mom had loved. She looked at it, it couldn't have been more than two inches long, and it had silver metal circles that were tiny, but still big enough to see through. She laid it down on the bed and pulled out stockings and socks that her and Tristan had once bought as a joke. They were perfect for her outfit though, they were black fishnet stockings, and red and black knee- high socks. She quickly got undressed and slipped on the stockings. She stood there in front of the mirror for a few minutes taking it all in before she hurried back to get the skirt and socks on.
"Just one more thing...." she announced as she rushed to Tristan's closet.
"Boy, I know you have a pair of old boots, ah... yeah... you pack-rat!" she reached into the back of the closet and pulled out big black boots. They had to be from a few years ago, because they looked like they had only been worn a couple times. She smiled as she slipped them on.
"Perfect fit"
She walked back to the mirror and stood there taking it all in. She was so happy with herself. She couldn't believe she had actually gone through with this. But this wasn't enough. She needed more...
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She searched through Tristan's movies and CD's for any sort of picture for almost an hour. She had almost given up, but then she found a VHS sitting towards the back. She held that and another movie she found in each hand, looking over them carefully. She smiled at the one, noticing the makeup that the man on the front wore.
"The Crow and Vampire Clan... I'll watch this Vampire one to see what they look like, but damn Tris, if this is anything nasty I'm gonna kill you!" she got up and put the movie in before she headed over to her bag and grabbed her makeup. It was going to be kinda hard to get her makeup EXACTLY like this person's... especially cause she didn't have the white face makeup stuff, but she tried her best.
It took her a few tries too... But it looked amazing. She had heavy black eyeshadow on top of her eyes, and her eyeliner was so heavy, and she couldn't forget the black eyeliner on her cheeks. It looked as if her eyeliner had been running, but it hadn't (for once), it was purposely, and it was awesome.
But there was just something else, something... but she just couldn't figure it out. "My hair!!!" she shreaked, "It has got to... I don't know... change!" she rushed for Tristan's desk as she almost tripped. Just as she pulled the scissors from the desk drawer the phone rang. At first she thought she shouldn't answer it, that the maid would get it, but as the phone rang on and on she remembered that Tristan had his own line.
"Hello? Who's this?" she tried to think as she waited for an answer. "Eric? Oh! Hey! I completely blanked, what's up?" Rory smiled as she remembered the familiar voice. "...What do you mean who is this? It's Rory!! .... Whatt? What do you mean what am I doing... oh... ERIC!" she laughed as she finally got what he was saying. "Tristan is away... remember?"
She listened to him as she played with the scissors which were in her hands. "Party? Sure, I'll be there..." she trailed off as he began to say his good-byes.
"Hey.. Eric..." she finally said just before he was about to hang up. "You know... this before Rory picture, you know that little girl that was so preppy and perfect? Yeah well, we have to change it to the 'after Rory' picture... and I think I've got the final touches right here...." she trailed off as she hung up on him.
She smirked as she walked over to the mirror. At first she just stared at it for a little bit, and then she looked down at the scissors. As her hand moved up closer and closer to her hair, she flinched. She hadn't exactly known what she was doing, or how she wanted it to look, she just knew it wasn't part of the new her. After taking off the first inch, she wasn't satisfied. She moved the scissors up, up close to the middle of the neck.
She heard the hair crunch in the scissors, and cringed at the sound. As she evened out the other side, she looked closely at the mirror. Her dark brown, almost black hair was mostly gone, well the front anyway. She started on the back, but when she made everything one length, she still wasn't satisfied. She rooted around Tristan's room some more, looking for some kind of gel or something. She put alot in the front of her hair, putting her bangs back tight behind her ears. She then added a little throughout her hair, giving it a sort of 'wet look'.
As she stared in the mirror she thought she would never be satisfied. "What the heck is left?" she wondered, and then it clicked, "...COLOR!" she gasped, as she scrambled around trying to find SOMETHING. "...Red... Red... I like red!"
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After alot more rooting, she found it... What she was looking for... the perfect look. It was permanent too... which made her even happier. She was new, she was who she longed to be. She was an individual...!
"And I've got the perfect surprise for Emily" she stated as she grabbed her bag and turned off the T.V.
She looked in the mirror one more time, then looked around the room, begging herself not to cry. She unclipped her necklace, which she had not touched since the day she put it on, and then quickly opened her bag and let it fall out of her hand and into the tiny pocket. "Goodbye Tristan......" her voice trailed off as she started to choke on her words.
(AN2): Thanks for the great reviews everyone. I've been trying to kinda drag a few things out, but I'm hoping to get it moving along... I noticed a review posted about the profanity. I'm sorry if your offended, but it kind of does fit... don't you agree? Cause I know when I'm this mad I get kinda bitchy and start cursing... Also, we are kinda working on each chapter together. We are swapping ideas and everything, its just how people word things... we aren't mind readers! Lol... Anyways... thanx for all of the reviews, I really appreciate all of the reviews from those who like the story... More is coming soon!!!
(AN3): Sorry it took soo long to update... I've had a few minor problems this past week.
Chapter (13) - ....The 'after Rory' picture
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Rory awoke the next morning to find herself in a large, queen size, bed and wrapped up in the big comfy blankets.
"Wh-wh-where am I?" she stuttered, talking aloud to herself as she looked around the room. She sighed with relief as she realized it to be Tristan's room, but she was still confused because she had no idea how she had gotten there.
"Ah, Miss Gilmore, I found you outside curled under that old tree, I had the butler carry you in. Your such a tiny girl!" the maid answered her as she walked into the room. She must have been sitting right outside the door, waiting for any sound to come from the room, or she just had really good timing.
"Um, thank you"
"Would you like me to call your grandmother, she has been calling your cellular phone all night lo--"
"No!!" she burst out, "... I'm sorry, really, but could I just stay here for a little while? I need time, I need my space, my grandmother is driving me crazy."
"Sure" she smiled, "Take as much time as you like, you know this place better than I!" as she finished she set down the tray she brought up for Rory and headed for the door.
"...thank you..." she groaned as she hopped off the bed.
Before heading for the breakfast tray that now lay on the table, she walked toward Tristan's stereo. She wanted to find music, more music like the stuff she listened to last night. She knew he had more, he always listened to that sort of stuff.... well when she wasn't rotting his brain with pop and rap.
Rory pressed the power button and played what he had left in there. She grinned evily at the first song, but skipped on to the second. "Eh" she shrugged as she listened for a few seconds before switching it again. It was the song from the night before, she realized it just as she went to change it.
"I hate everything about you" she sang, but she couldn't sing the next part, because it wasn't true about Emily, it never would be. She couldn't love her, not anymore. She finally saw the true Emily Gilmore, the side of her that Lorelai always told stories about.
~*I hate You hate I hate You love me
I hate everything about you Why do I love you*~
She decided to listen to the next song instead of skipping through again. She kind of figured out that the song had to be called something "Home" or at least something about Home. She really got interested in it, and she kept it on repeat to learn some of the words. It was really describing her at the moment.
~I'll be coming home Just to be alone Cause I know you're not there And I know that you don't care I can hardly wait to leave this place~
Just the first couple of lines were all about her.
~No matter how hard I try You're never satisfied This is not a home I think I'm better off alone You always disappear Even when you're here This is not my home I think I'm better off alone Home, home, this house is not a Home, home, this house is not a home~
The tears started falling again. How could one song completely describe her? Every emotion she felt was right there infront of her, playing over and over again, the lyrics sinking farther and farther into her mind.
She slammed her fist down on the power button and ran out of the room. She couldn't take it anymore. She was going to go back to HER home and set her OWN rules. If Emily didn't like that, well then tough!
~-~-~
It was about 10:30 am when she arrived at her home. Rory noticed not one car or truck was in the driveway.
"Good, Cause no one is getting in my house!" she hurried up the walk and opened the door. You'd think the first thing someone would do when they were trying to get you out of your house would to be change the locks, but not Emily Gilmore, she was too stupid to do that!
She stopped dead as she saw every last thing missing, not even an area rug left on the floor. Rory couldn't help but cry. Everything her parents ever worked for was gone! It was hopeless. Emily Gilmore was going to get to her, and there wasn't going to be any way to stop her.
Rory rushed up to her room and slid her key into the lock. She grabbed a piece of paper that was taped onto her door, obviously from her grandmother, and then opened the door wide. She calmed a bit as she saw all of her things were still there, still in their proper place, which was all over the floor.
"My god" she was so pissed off as she sprawled out over her bed after shutting (and locking) her door.
She looked down at the note which was crumbled up in her hand. She began to read it,
~Dear Rory, This is the last time I will ask you nicely. You must come to live with your grandfather and I, you cannot live on your own, no matter what was left to you. There will be people coming by this evening to look at the house to get an estimate, please don't make a fuss, and don't ruin this. Thank you -Grandmother~
"Oh -- Go -- To -- Hell" she wrote on the bottom of the note. She quickly got up and opened the door to tape it back up.
"Hello" Rory jumped as she heard her grandmother's voice. "I see you've gotten my note"
"Yeah, and I've got your reply right here" Rory threw the note at her and slammed the door, locking it.
"LORELAI LEIGH HAYDEN!"
"It's RORY GILMORE!"
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It took a while for Emily to realize that she wasn't going to open the door, but it took even longer for her to realize that Rory wasn't in the room anymore. Rory had grabbed one of the random bookbags that were sitting in the corner of her room and packed her dark eye makeup, and some of her darker clothes, and climbed down the balcony and headed out to her car. She wasn't sure how long it took Emily to realize she left, but if she had any common sense, Rory knew it couldn't have taken her THAT long.
She drove back to the DuGrey property, hoping that the maid was still there. She ran up and knocked on the door, only to find it unlocked.
"Hello?!?" she called out as she opened the door, "Any rooms for rent in this overly large home?!?"
"Miss Gilmore! Back so soon? You left in quite a hurry earlier, its so great to see you again!" the maid greeted her.
"....yeah... hi...." she blushed. "...I was wondering... could I spend the night again? My grandmother has people looking at my home, I'm afraid she is trying to get me to move in with her... I can't bare it... I just can't" she began to sob.
"Oh, Miss Gilmore... Its quite alright!" she wrapped her arms around her, and held her as she cried. For some reason the DuGrey's maid reminded her of her mother, which didn't help anything except make the tears fall down faster.
"....I'm.....S...s...s...orry" she began to choke on her words as she began to try and hold the tears in.
"Please, sit down, or better yet, go lie down... You may sleep in Master Tristan's bed... I think you'll find it quite comfortable" she smiled and then added, "I'm sure you'll just have to get used to it anyway if you don't"
Rory then laughed a bit through her tears, "Yeah I guess so" she said louder as she headed for the stairs. She thought she would be fine here, she would be able to get away for a while, but she could never get away.
~-~-~
Rory spent an hour or so just curled up in the large comforter that lay on the bed. She was freezing, but the house was warm.
"Oh god, how could this happen? How could you be such an ass? How could you take them and leave me with my grandmother?"
Just then she stood up and grabbed her bag. She wanted to change, she wanted to change everything about her so that her grandmother would just give up and leave her alone.
She first pulled out her long sleeve black shirt that she usually wore under one of her T-shirts. She noticed she had forgotten a T-shirt, but instead of panicking, she just shrugged it off and changed into it. Just before getting out her skirt she wrapped her arms around herself and felt how soft the fabric was. She thought of Tristan, she thought of him wrapping his arms around her, how warm he felt, how softly he held her in his arms. She bit her lip then, unwilling to let the tears start again. She then pulled out the skirt and smirked at it. It was a micro mini-skirt, but she had never worn it. It was more of a punk look that her mom had loved. She looked at it, it couldn't have been more than two inches long, and it had silver metal circles that were tiny, but still big enough to see through. She laid it down on the bed and pulled out stockings and socks that her and Tristan had once bought as a joke. They were perfect for her outfit though, they were black fishnet stockings, and red and black knee- high socks. She quickly got undressed and slipped on the stockings. She stood there in front of the mirror for a few minutes taking it all in before she hurried back to get the skirt and socks on.
"Just one more thing...." she announced as she rushed to Tristan's closet.
"Boy, I know you have a pair of old boots, ah... yeah... you pack-rat!" she reached into the back of the closet and pulled out big black boots. They had to be from a few years ago, because they looked like they had only been worn a couple times. She smiled as she slipped them on.
"Perfect fit"
She walked back to the mirror and stood there taking it all in. She was so happy with herself. She couldn't believe she had actually gone through with this. But this wasn't enough. She needed more...
~-~-~
She searched through Tristan's movies and CD's for any sort of picture for almost an hour. She had almost given up, but then she found a VHS sitting towards the back. She held that and another movie she found in each hand, looking over them carefully. She smiled at the one, noticing the makeup that the man on the front wore.
"The Crow and Vampire Clan... I'll watch this Vampire one to see what they look like, but damn Tris, if this is anything nasty I'm gonna kill you!" she got up and put the movie in before she headed over to her bag and grabbed her makeup. It was going to be kinda hard to get her makeup EXACTLY like this person's... especially cause she didn't have the white face makeup stuff, but she tried her best.
It took her a few tries too... But it looked amazing. She had heavy black eyeshadow on top of her eyes, and her eyeliner was so heavy, and she couldn't forget the black eyeliner on her cheeks. It looked as if her eyeliner had been running, but it hadn't (for once), it was purposely, and it was awesome.
But there was just something else, something... but she just couldn't figure it out. "My hair!!!" she shreaked, "It has got to... I don't know... change!" she rushed for Tristan's desk as she almost tripped. Just as she pulled the scissors from the desk drawer the phone rang. At first she thought she shouldn't answer it, that the maid would get it, but as the phone rang on and on she remembered that Tristan had his own line.
"Hello? Who's this?" she tried to think as she waited for an answer. "Eric? Oh! Hey! I completely blanked, what's up?" Rory smiled as she remembered the familiar voice. "...What do you mean who is this? It's Rory!! .... Whatt? What do you mean what am I doing... oh... ERIC!" she laughed as she finally got what he was saying. "Tristan is away... remember?"
She listened to him as she played with the scissors which were in her hands. "Party? Sure, I'll be there..." she trailed off as he began to say his good-byes.
"Hey.. Eric..." she finally said just before he was about to hang up. "You know... this before Rory picture, you know that little girl that was so preppy and perfect? Yeah well, we have to change it to the 'after Rory' picture... and I think I've got the final touches right here...." she trailed off as she hung up on him.
She smirked as she walked over to the mirror. At first she just stared at it for a little bit, and then she looked down at the scissors. As her hand moved up closer and closer to her hair, she flinched. She hadn't exactly known what she was doing, or how she wanted it to look, she just knew it wasn't part of the new her. After taking off the first inch, she wasn't satisfied. She moved the scissors up, up close to the middle of the neck.
She heard the hair crunch in the scissors, and cringed at the sound. As she evened out the other side, she looked closely at the mirror. Her dark brown, almost black hair was mostly gone, well the front anyway. She started on the back, but when she made everything one length, she still wasn't satisfied. She rooted around Tristan's room some more, looking for some kind of gel or something. She put alot in the front of her hair, putting her bangs back tight behind her ears. She then added a little throughout her hair, giving it a sort of 'wet look'.
As she stared in the mirror she thought she would never be satisfied. "What the heck is left?" she wondered, and then it clicked, "...COLOR!" she gasped, as she scrambled around trying to find SOMETHING. "...Red... Red... I like red!"
~-~-~-~
After alot more rooting, she found it... What she was looking for... the perfect look. It was permanent too... which made her even happier. She was new, she was who she longed to be. She was an individual...!
"And I've got the perfect surprise for Emily" she stated as she grabbed her bag and turned off the T.V.
She looked in the mirror one more time, then looked around the room, begging herself not to cry. She unclipped her necklace, which she had not touched since the day she put it on, and then quickly opened her bag and let it fall out of her hand and into the tiny pocket. "Goodbye Tristan......" her voice trailed off as she started to choke on her words.
(AN2): Thanks for the great reviews everyone. I've been trying to kinda drag a few things out, but I'm hoping to get it moving along... I noticed a review posted about the profanity. I'm sorry if your offended, but it kind of does fit... don't you agree? Cause I know when I'm this mad I get kinda bitchy and start cursing... Also, we are kinda working on each chapter together. We are swapping ideas and everything, its just how people word things... we aren't mind readers! Lol... Anyways... thanx for all of the reviews, I really appreciate all of the reviews from those who like the story... More is coming soon!!!
(AN3): Sorry it took soo long to update... I've had a few minor problems this past week.