A/N: I love you guys! I love all the reviews! I think you guys like this story and that's great. I thought it up while watching the video to Maroon 5's "She Will Be Loved". So yah. Hope you guys like this chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything... well that's not true. I own my clothes, my CDs, my TV, and all the other stuff that's mine.
Summary: I think you already know the drill.
Chapter 3. Talk to Me...
Lorelai: "Come on, Sweetie, talk to me... please."
Rory: "I have nothing to say."
Lorelai: "Tell me how you got all those bruises."
Lorelai tried. She tried and tried and tried. Rory wouldn't talk.
Rory: "I fell down the stairs. That's it." Rory came home in the middle of the day because that is what the nurse prescribed. Rory thanked god.
Lorelai: "Are you sure?" She knew it wasn't the real answer. And she knew that she never told her the whole truth. But she never pushed her.
Rory: "Yes, Mom. I fell down the stairs. That's what I told you, isn't it?"
Lorelai went back to watching the TV. She didn't want to push her. She never did. And that was the downfall to what Rory had wanted. She wanted people to see that she was hurting. She wanted people to talk with her.
But she kept pushing them away.
Rory: "I'm going out."
Lorelai: "I don't think that's a good-" but she was already out the door, with her light coat.
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He saw her standing there. Up on the bridge. Standing on the edge. Her arms were out to make a "T" with her feet. She was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of shorts and a tank top. And it was raining down hard.
As he approached her, he saw that her eyes were closed. She looked so hurt.
The shirt exposed part of her midriff, causing him to see a bruise on her stomach and a few minor cuts.
Tristan: "Rory" he wanted to get her attention.
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She had changed into the extra clothes she always took in the back of her car.
Car = Grandparents = 16th birthday.
So she got onto the freeway, then onto a bridge.
Her lips formed a slight smile at this point. Wanting more.
She got out and climbed on the side. It was raining, but she didn't care. She wasn't cold. She couldn't feel.
Feeling was overrated. She didn't need to. But if she did, she would die from the pain.
A/N: Short, but to the point. I guess you guys are happy that Tristan found her, eh? I liked it too. You have to read the next chapter so you'll see what happens... hehe.
Paige
