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This chapter is dedicated again to Dione Robertson, I loved all the ideas you gave me. I had this chapter written but when I got your ideas I rewrote almost all of it. Again thanks for the ideas.
Chapter 6- Yeah he does
"Luke?" Lorelai asked coming in the diner, "Is Jess here?"
"No. He left." Lorelai sighed, defeated.
"He met Oliver."
"I know." Luke told her.
"He kinda freaked out."
"Yeah. Well he has reason to." Luke mumbled to himself.
"What?"
"He was just scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Of himself." He tried to explain.
"What?"
"Jess' father, Jimmy, used to hit- he used to beat the shit out of Jess." Luke told her.
"Oh my god."
Luke nodded and continued, "Jimmy used to beat Liz up and Jess would try and stop him. Then he would get beaten up. The last time was when Jess was nine, Jimmy hit him so hard so many times he put his own son in the hospital."
"Oh my god." It was quiet for a minute. "Why was he scared, Luke?"
"Jimmy raped Liz, and nine months later, there was Jess. He's afraid of being his father."
"Oh my god."
"Yeah."
"Hey Luke, do you have Jess' address?"
"Uh yeah here." Luke pulled out a small card from his wallet and handed it to Lorelai.
"I have to go." Lorelai said taking it and running out the door and to her jeep.
"Double, Tequila." Jess ordered.
It was delivered, he stared at the burning liquid for a moment deciding what to do. He made up his mind and downed it. He took a seat and ordered more. A few beers and seven double shots later, Jess was nearly wasted, he had a high tolerance for alcohol. The bartender cut him off, for which Jess was slightly thankful.
He stumbled out of the bar and went to his apartment. He walked, he had the sense to know not to drive and his apartment wasn't too far from the bar. He fumbled with the key in the lock. He finally got into his apartment and made his way to his room.
He walked out into his kitchen, stopped turned and then went into the living room. He got down and pulled something from under the couch. He opened the bottle and drank deeply. He set the bottle on the floor making a disgusted face. Cognac, the worst tasting alcohol in his opinion, like drinking perfume, but it was all he had, so he drank it.
He didn't know why he kept it, that bottle had to be at least seven years old. It was Liz', Jess had taken it and hid it from her once, along with some others, when she was drunk. He had hid them in different places, around his room, she found all of them but this one.
He thought maybe she chose not to find it, because of it's taste. But he of all people knew that wasn't the case, cause when you're hurting, it doesn't matter what it tastes like, or how you feel the next morning, all that matters is that its takes away the pain for a few hours. It lets you put on those beautiful blinders, and protects you from reality for a little while.
"Alright, 1750 43rd Street. Apartment 2F." Lorelai read off the card as she pulled her car up to the right apartment building.
She walked up the stairs, it was a nice building, very clean, very not like the Jess she knew. She walked up and found the right floor, then the right room. She went to knock, but the door was open slightly.
She pushed it open the rest of the way, "Jess?" She asked quietly, stepping in.
She saw the bottle of Cognac on the coffee table. 'He's drinking.' She thought sadly.
"Jess?" She asked a little louder.
"Lorelai?" He asked walking into the living room where Lorelai stood. "What are you doing here?" He slurred as he spoke.
"Your door was open and I wanted, I came here to talk to you."
"Oh." Jess nodded but stopped as the world began to spin a little to fast.
"Jess?"
"Yeah."
"You were drinking." Lorelai said part question part statement.
"Yes."
"Why?" She asked.
It was then Jess did something she never thought he would; He cried.
"I'm sorry." He said sadly. She could here the tears in his voice. "I'm so sorry." Jess sunk into the couch.
"Jess." Lorelai said walking over and sitting down. "Jess, you don't have to be sorry. You just. Jess there's something you need to know." Jess looked up at her.
"Luke told me about your father. He told me everything. Jess I know you're scared. You're scared of being your father. But Jess," Lorelai took his hand, "You are not your father. You will never be your father."
"How do you know. How do you know I wont be like him. The same blood is in me. How do you know." Jess asked slightly hysteric.
"Jess I know, you could never be your father, because your father hurt you and he hurt your mother on purpose. You would never hurt Rory intentionally, and I know that you already love your son more than you ever thought possible. You will not turn out like your father, because you are going to come back with me and you are not going to abandon Rory and your son."
Jess couldn't look at her any more. He looked down and shook his head. "I'm still scared."
"I know." Lorelai said quietly.
"He looks like me." He mumbled falling asleep.
"Yeah he does."
Hello. I'm Writing this on Holloween. Yay! Happy Holloween! Even if its past the 31st. And remember kiddies; There is no such thing as too much cheese.
Newt