Claim: I own Bella, Ryan and maybe a few short scene characters…
AN: I'm a little rusty, considering I haven't written any fan fiction in months… This chapter is Rory P.O.V
Sum it up: "I never cared that much," Rory stubbornly retorted, and watched as he sauntered out of her life…again.
Mental notes:
-flash backs will be represented in italic
-Less dialogue than most of my stories
-More happened during Rory's time at Yale
-I love Trory )
Warning: Short chapters…
Feedback: would be beautiful
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I almost forgot…
He was here…in the café
At around the same time yesterday
Maybe my subconscious mind led me here
Or maybe not…
As I order my coffee and a doughnut for mini me
I sigh…
He was not here yesterday
"Earth to mommy," Rory's bubbly daughter giggled, waving her tiny hands in the air.
Wide eyed, she realized that she was holding up the line. "Oh, sorry," she blushed deeply, and handed him a ten. "Keep the change," she muttered, and led her daughter to the back of the room.
"Mommy, what's wrong?" Bella's small blue eyes filled with concern, as she placed a hand under her chin.
Rory only chuckled, and took a sip of her coffee.
Coffee… what would I do without it?
She didn't even want to imagine, so instead she placed the jelly doughnut on a napkin and slid it across the table to her willing daughter.
"Yum," Bella exclaimed, biting happily into the red filled doughnut.
"You sure didn't get your taste in food from me," Rory grimaced, but smiled playfully, watching as Bella wiped jelly from her mouth.
"Daddy hates doughnuts…" Bella narrowed her eyes in confusion, now trying to figure out exactly where she got her tastes from.
Rory winced, and pulled a stray hair behind her ear. "Yeah, well you're special then…You're unique."
"What is uni-k?" Bella asked, pronouncing the word with difficult.
"It means you're different…in a good way."
"Oh," this surely brought a twinkle to her eyes, "I like being uni-k."
The two girls sat there in silence, both contemplating their own thoughts. While Rory was thinking about her mother and the time they use to spend at the diner, Bella was thinking about her father.
"I want to see Daddy," stated Bella- out of no where.
"Me too," Rory lied, and faked a smile. It was sad how over the years the lies started to become so easy…Sad how they began to roll off her tongue as if there was actually truth behind each one. "He'll be home soon."
"In how many days?" the five year old girl asked, holding up her hand.
Rory placed four of Bella's' five fingers to her palm, leaving only one still standing.
"In one day?" The little girl was filled with joy, "really?"
"Uh huh," and then Rory smiled genuinely at her daughters' happiness….
And then something unexpected happened…
She heard his voice again…
"To go," he said calmly…
"Five dollars and thirty five cents sir…"
Rory held her breath, momentarily thinking that she was dreaming. She pinched herself and whimpered a small 'owe'. This was definitely not a dream… As she willed herself to turn around and get a quick look at the prospect, she heard the bell on the café door sound. Quickly, she glanced up and caught sight of him from the back.
Same tousled hair…
Same prideful walk…
Same style…
If she wasn't frozen in her seat, she would have run after him. She would have stopped him, and asked him millions of questions. Like why had he left? What was he doing here? Why didn't he ever call or write? What was his reason for running away like he did? Why couldn't he put up with her ignorance long enough to see how much she loved him?
But he was gone…
And she wasn't so sure she would go after him anyway.
She had millions of questions, but how many of them would she truly ask?
These thoughts ran through her mind, until she heard her daughters' worried words. "Momma, you look sick…are you sick?"
Rory slowly shook her head, "Mommy's not sick at all…"
After all of her delusions, her doubts… she was right. He was back, and she wasn't as insane as she thought.
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Hours later, Rory paced the grounds… She was expecting a phone call, and she couldn't miss it. It's not like she wanted this specific phone call, but if she didn't answer on time there would be definite penalties.
RING
"Hello?" she answered bitterly.
"Rory, why do you sound sad…miss me that much?" his words were sarcastic, and as Rory didn't answer, he changed the subject. "How's my beautiful baby girl?"
Rory grind her teeth together, and continued to pace with the phone in her hand. "She's good, she misses you though."
"Of course she misses me," he said with triumph, "she could barely stand you and your crazy antics."
"Ryan," she sighed, not ready for the emotional abuse, "Don't start, please? We had a good day today."
"Why?" Jealousy arose in his voice, "what did you two do?"
"I took her to the café."
"Her teeth are going to fall out from all the sugar you feed her," he said bluntly.
"Well at least she has a chance to be a child, unlike you who has her on a strictly fruit and vegetable diet."
"She'll be healthy," he snickered, "she needs to be healthy."
"She's five!"
"Don't talk to me about how to raise my daughter!"
"She's my daughter too," Rory spat back, truly pissed off.
"You're a little mouthy today Rory, have you spoken to that bitch you call mother?"
That's it; she was more than pissed… "Listen Ryan, don't ever and I mean ever call my mom a bitch again."
"Feisty," he hissed, "I like it."
"Stop playing!"
"What are you going to do about it Rory? Divorce me?" he chuckled loudly.
She sighed in anger, "I just might!"
"And where would you go? You don't even have anyone to turn to anymore. Why did I even ask about your mother? She wouldn't talk to you if you paid her."
The words hit Rory hard, and she hung up quickly, tears glistening in her eyes. She held the tears back though, crying one too many times over the past years.
The phone continued to ring as a background to Rory's consistent thoughts, and finally she got up and unplugged the phone…
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Short…
I like this chapter…
Introduction to Ryan (husband) and his abusive ways…
I am not receiving a lot of reviews, so I don't really think I'll continue this story…
Please let me know…
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