A/n: Not a ton of response from the last chapter. I really liked chapter five too- it had a mix of true events and I felt the dialogue was quite witty! (Some taken from the real life situation!) Anyway, please review- I need to know I'm writing for someone!

This Chapter is Rated R!

Beginning of The End

Life was strange. One minute everyone was happy and in love, the next, things had turned to shit and left them all in a pile of unwanted hatred and self destruction. This was the case for Rory as she laid on the rumpled sheets of a small bed in a somewhat nice apartment belonging to her…well…she didn't exactly know what they were. She eyed her surroundings only now adjusting to them- she'd never really been here before.

Scott's apartment was pretty clean – or at least in comparison to Kimiko's- and wasn't in a terrible neighborhood. There were a few beer bottles and cans randomly left around the room and the dry smell of cigarette smoke hung permanently in the air. Rory surveyed the apartment finally resting on her clothes that had been discarded in a heap near the door. The door being only about five large steps to the bed- Scott's bed to be exact. Speaking of Scott- he lay on his stomach, sprawled out with his arm loosely left across her stomach.

This gesture represented their relationship perfectly- intimate yet guarded. They weren't in love, and some might say they were happy. But something was still missing and now that they had "consummated their love" she felt emptier than before. This wasn't what she wanted- she didn't want to be one of those girls who were in a love/hate relationship and every moment not fighting was spent making up or fucking. She felt lost and couldn't help but resent Scott- he made her feel this way.

Sure the sex was great- they fit into a timing and rhythm that was all their own. But it was what led them to that underlying passion- the fighting, the comments- they hurt so much that the only way to redirect their pain and hurt was to fuck. And for God's sake it made her feel empty and alone. It's ironic really, being in a relationship yet feeling so alone.

Rory couldn't take this anymore- she couldn't hurt like this, she couldn't survive on the hope that tomorrow they'd go through a day without fighting. A day when they were just happy and not having to rectify their relationship or apologize. So she was done. She was getting out of this hell hole of a relationship or at least distancing herself from him- she needed to, it was the only way to be happy again.

She slid out from his grasp, sucking in her breath as he began to shift in his sleep. She calmly put on her clothes and gathered the few possessions that were hers leaving anything she owned that reminded her of him. She unlocked the door and opened it, looking back only once and walked straight down the hall and out of the building, out of his life.

The night air was cold against her bare arms as she had left her coat at home earlier that night. Scott had wrapped a warm arm around her and told her he'd be her jacket- with his classic suggestive wink. She had smiled at the comment and walked to the pub with his arm around her, fighting off the bitter wind around them. It was early spring and the winter chill was just wearing off- much like her relationship she thought. Then the past two months hit her like a ton of bricks as she remembered what had made her feel so bitter, so alone, so cold inside…

Two Months Prior…

"Thanks for giving me your shirt Scott- it's nice and warm!" Rory smiled at him warmly as he dropped her to her apartment after the concert in the city.

"It's not a problem babe. So I'll see you later?" he asked wrapping his arms around her and preparing for his proper goodbye.

"Definitely," she bit her lip before he crashed his lips to hers. The whirlwind of lust in his lips sent her head flying. She began to stumble backwards into the apartment and he walked forward with her. She continued to move until they reached her bed and she fell onto his- still desperately holding onto his lips and lowering him to her.

He broke from her breathlessly for approval, "Are you sure about this?" he asked between kisses down her neck.

"Yes, oh god yes," she pulled him back down to her as she kissed him with flying fury and anger into one heated kiss that led to…well many things and many more nights of those many things.

Flash Forward- To Two Months Later- 7:00 pm.

"Scott do you realize this is the first time we're hitting the pub without going to one of your gigs?" Rory asked with her arms tightly wrapped around Scott's waist as they strode into said pub.

"That's funny. You only go to pubs for me? How sweet," he gave her a quick peck on the lips and began to survey the club for Brian. He noticed his friend sitting closely to a pretty blonde girl and thought nothing of it as he grabbed Rory's hand and led her towards the table.

"Hey Brian," Rory said cheerfully, but dropped the smile to one of confusion at the sight of the blonde.

"Oh hi Rory…Uh, this is, uh…Rebecca," he introduced as Scott ushered her into the booth and sat down beside her.

"Hi, where's Katie?" she asked innocently with a slight fire burning behind her eyes.

"Obviously not here!" he snarled and smiled impishly at Rebecca. Rory was taken back.

"Well why not?" she asked.

"Because I'm not seeing her anymore," he replied turning his attention back to Rebecca and kissing the girl's neck ferociously. This was probably not the best move.

"WHAT!" Rory screamed turning to Scott. "Did you know about this?" she asked full fledged anger gutted towards Scott.

"Uh yeah," Scott said reluctantly preparing for any painful anger.

"But I just talked to Katie like an hour ago and she said you guys just had sex yesterday and she was all excited but you…you…you fucking double timer! What the fuck is your problem you asshole! You don't have the decency to break up with a girl before you start going for a whore?" she screamed completely outraged.

"Chill out Rory, it's not a big deal," Scott said soothingly.

"Not a big deal? What the fuck? Does that mean you're doing the same to me? Oh God Scott you better pray for those other girls because I'm just about ready to pounce," she said angrily pushing her way out of the booth. Scott stopped her forcefully as she strode out of the pub. He flung her back a round with a rage inside.

"Rory you know you're the only girl I have!" he screamed at her holding a grip tightly on her wrist.

"How the hell would I know that when you're always out when I call? And how am I supposed to know what your doing when you spend time at Brian's doing god knows what with god knows who!" she retorted.

"It's called a little thing called trust and it's very important when you're in a relationship with someone!" he screamed.

"Relationship? How can we call what we have anything close to a relationship? We fight, we yell, we scream then we fuck to make things better. Fucking is not solving problems Scott!" she was fully red from anger and could barely even breathe.

"Look Rory! I love you okay! And it doesn't matter that Brain cheated on Katie or that he's fucking someone else because we have each other and that's all that matters," he said more calmly.

Rory was taken back. He said the L word and that was a word that was used in venomous weapon attack. "L-lo-love me?" she stuttered helplessly. He approached her slowly wrapping a cautious arm around her waist.

"Yes I love you, I love you love you love you!" he smiled and kissed her full force and nearly knocked her to the ground with the hungry kiss he enveloped her in. She couldn't help but kiss him back- it was a war all it's own, only this war was less damaging to the heart- at least at the moment.

He led her back to his apartment barely keeping his hands off of her and stumbling into the open doorway. Clothes were shed, kisses were passed and they led themselves into the battle of the body- the bruises weren't visible because they were internal, but eventually they'd heal. They thought this would help heal them- how much more wrong could they be!

Flash forward, back to the present time…

She shivered against the wind as she walked up to her apartment and inside. It was just as she had left it- perfectly clean- minus the random paperbacks strewn across the counters, desks and tables. No one was there to disturb the peace of her room, no mess to clean, no new books to read. But a girl never denies herself the pleasure of re-indulging in a good book- especially if said book is about the tormented heart of a woman who couldn't love the man that loved her.

She took a book from one of the tables and sat down on the couch. She turned to the first page and read aloud, "Their love was destined to end- he was a man and she was simply a girl who was too fickle to know what she wanted…"

And so Rory has left her man- but what will Scott think of this when he wakes up alone and feeling empty. Will his emptiness lead to Rory's pain and suffering or will he be able to cope with out her? Until then my good friends, adieu.