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A couple of miserable weeks went by for the Gilmore Girls. Their past words to each other were left standing, untouched, unfixed. Rory kept going to the little coffee shop with the crazy woman who scared her. Lorelai continued with her routine feeling deflated and incomplete. The Friday night dinners were tense. Emily and Richard went about normal ignoring the blatantly obvious rift between the once inseparable duo. Nothing was normal anymore. Except how Paris reverted back to her high school attitude towards Rory.
Underneath the surface was a volcano waiting to erupt and destroy everything. Lorelai, although she hadn't had any contact with Rory except for the cold shoulder during the last few dinners, was afraid that she could never get Rory back. Paris feared that the only life the volcano would claim would be Rory. Emily and Richard were clueless but all the same noticed a destructive attitude in Rory.
"Rory you've hardly eaten anything." Emily nagged at the latest dinner.
"And? What's your point?" Rory remarked in a low serious tone. Lorelai looked up to say something but changed her mind. Rory was past listening to her, or anyone for that matter.
"Rory you are getting so thin." Richard had piped in to help encourage her to eat more.
"It's my body." The same tone rang in the grandparents and Lorelai's ears.
"I'm done. With this. With all of this." Nobody said anything. Rory stood up.
"No more Friday night dinners." And with that Rory walked out of their lives. Emily shot an accusing look at Lorelai but it softened upon glancing at her daughter's depressed expression.
"How long has this been going on? This fight between the two of you?" Emily asked looking for answers. Lorelai just started to cry and for the first time Emily consoled her determined, stubborn and strong daughter. Emily and Richard had never been so confused.
And now, nothing had changed.
Rory walked into her dorm room drunk. It was a common occurrence of Rory showing up drunk. It was also common that she was accompanied by some equally drunk guy. Rory and her 'friend' wouldn't be sleeping. Rory rarely slept, she rarely felt safe enough to do so. So instead she would have wild animal sex all night long, or for as long as the guy could keep up. It was an added benefit that she was keeping Paris up at night too.
"You're pretty" The black haired man slurred after round one. He was tired and finished. He rolled off from on top of her, threw the condom on the floor of her room and closed his eyes.
Rory growled at him like a tiger hoping to get him aroused again. She turned on top of him, she didn't mind doing all the work as long as she could lose herself for a few seconds in an orgasm.
"Princess, I'm tired let me sleep." He tried to push her away but she resisted and shifted her position so she was straddling him. His eyes opened up and suddenly he was a willing participant.
"You should have known that I consider sex an Olympic sport." She whispered to him as she tore open the condom package. She gently put it on him. "You haven't even medalled" She whispered.
The black hair man rolled her over and started to take control. He didn't care how long he was at this, but when he finished he would have the gold. And thus Rory Gilmore had gotten her way.
Morning had come way too fastfor the black haired boy, who had only gotten a few hours of sleep. The pounding in his head didn't help any either. He looked down at Rory who after sex had scooted her bodyfar away from him. She was pretty, sure, pretty fucked up. But he wasn't exactly complaining that he found a girl that would rather stay up all night having sex than cuddling.
He nudged her awake. She grumbled something about coffee, before becoming dead again. He grabbed his boxers and slipped them on before wandering outside her room to see the rest of her apartment. He noticed a nice little living room and a small kitchen. He also noticed the roommate who had blonde hair and looked surprised to see him.
"You're supposed to be gone now." Paris bluntly stated. The man looked at her like she was crazy. He wasn't going to be a one night stand with the sex trainer.
"Is there any coffee? She wants some." He didn't know her name and he was sure it was the same way around.
"That's not new. But you better leave."
"Why?"
"Because Rory doesn't like seeing her dates when she's sober." Paris plainly told him. The door to Rory's room opened and an exhausted and slightly naked Rory stepped out. She looked like hell.
"What is he doing here?" Rory complained with a raspy voice. All that screaming last night caused her to lose her voice.
"He doesn't want to be a one night stand." Paris walked out of the kitchen and turned on C-SPAN.
Rory looked at her date from last night. He was handsome in a goofy kind of way. She would have gone out with him, had she still been herself. He had black hair that was short. It was like a Jess cut except a little longer and messy. Of course the messy could just be bed hair. He had good build and was tan. She loved his boxers, which were a grayish dark blue with polar bears on it. Yes. She would have gone out with him.
"I'm sorry, what's your name?" Rory asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She hated that she was being polite. She was just going to screw him, no pun intended since she already had.
"Doug" He responded.
"What? You don't even know his name?" Paris shouted at the same time Doug answered. "Did you even wear a condom?"
"Yes. I don't want to get pregnant again." Rory answered. As soon as she realized what she said she quickly brought her hand to her mouth. Doug disappeared. Paris gasped and stood up pointing her accusatory finger at Rory.
"Like mother, Like daughter." Paris sang to her knowing it would piss Rory off. Sure the subject was serious and grave but Paris always sought revenge.
"Shut up Paris" Rory attempted to yell, but her lack of voice restricted her from doing so.
"Like mother, Like daughter." Paris continued.
"I am nothing like my mother." Rory seethed. Even with her raspy voice a complete idiot could catch the vehement in her tone. It would stop crickets and traffic and barn animal sounds if she were a cartoon. But all it did was stop Paris from singing.
Paris was stunned. Rory never spoke with that much emotion. She'd never heard Rory speak badly about her mother once in all the time she knew her. It was then that Paris realized this was it. 'It' being the factor that set Rory off. This pregnancy or lack of pregnancy is what drove Rory to lose herself. Paris didn't know if she should be the comforting friend she's read about in magazines or the condescending roommate that she already was.
"I can't believe you got an abortion." Paris got all in her face, making it clear that she was looking down on her. "I mean after your conception." Pause for dramatic effect. "I mean you wouldn't even exist if you mother had listened to the Haydens."
Rory wanted to cry. Rory wanted to run away. Rory wanted to slap Paris. Rory wanted to call her mother and ask why her mother didn't listen to the Haydens. Rory reminded herself that she had no mother. Rory for the first time made up her mind on an issue that she's been pondering since the incident. Rory wanted to die.
"God you are such a hypocrite. You get pregnant and terminate it. What if your mother did that?"
Rory wanted to stick up for herself. Rory wanted to say it was all a lie. Rory wanted to turn back time. Rory wanted to lose herself. Rory wanted her mother. Rory wanted her baby. Rory wanted Logan. Rory wanted to die.
"I just can't believe you would actually do that. You should know better. I can't believe you were stupid enough to get pregnant in the first place."
Rory wanted to stop listening to Paris. Rory wanted to tell Paris that she was pro-choice. Rory wanted to crawl back into bed. Rory wanted to eat a tub of ice cream. Rory wanted to wallow with her mother. Rory wanted Luke's coffee. Rory wanted to be a virgin again. Rory wanted to be sixteen again. Rory wanted to die.
"Geeze. What would your mother think? Perfect little Rory getting pregnant and going about the wrong way to fix the problem."
Rory wanted to tell Paris that she wasn't perfect. Rory didn't want to be perfect. She didn't want to be considered perfect. Rory wanted to be alone. Rory wanted a drink. Rory wanted lot's of drinks. Rory wanted her voice back. Rory wanted to be able to sleep through the night. Rory didn't want to have nightmares anymore. Rory wanted to die.
"Did you tell Logan? Or did you think he didn't have a right to know he was going to be a dad? Or is it not his?"
Rory wanted to die. She couldn't handle this anymore. She needed to leave. She didn't care where she went. She just had to go. So she did. Just like that she walked out of the dorm. It amazed her how simple that task was.
Paris sat down on the couch and cried. She couldn't believe she actually did that. She didn't even have the heart to stop the massacre when she saw tears make their way down Rory's face. She hated herself for not shutting up, for accusing Rory when she didn't know the truth, for not stopping Rory from leaving, and for not going after her.
I think only one or two more chapters. I hope you have caught some clues along the way leading up to this. It's not as obvious as it might seem.