In My World

I do not own Gilmore Girls or the original characters. I own the other girls and this story and that's pretty much it. You can have the penny that's sitting in front of me if you want.

Rating is T or PG-13 for basic sexuality and a lot of cursing.

All comments/questions are accepted so don't feel shy.

Thank you:

Aznangel4eva, daisy, Ellie-TristanLover, emmy, frackandbonechick, Gilmorefan31, geordiegirl, IloveJoel, Joellekyle0712, Jules, KarahBella, KeitaWolf, Kyle1403, LoVe23, Mamashirl, maxmouse23, Michaelover101, piper-h-99, princetongirl, Scarllet Antonia, Skellington Theory, smartmonkey101, spinaround, The27thGilmore, troryforever, xanth75

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"Worried? Why would you guys be worried?" Rory asked confused. Mary looked down then stood up and called for the other girls to join them. They all sat on the sofas.

"Since they don't know, I'll just tell you all at one time." Mary took a deep breath and sighed. "You got into the back of a guys car and he saw. He also told me that you and your mom used to be amazingly close, but I know I've never even heard a single word out of your mouth about her. If he hadn't of told me that, I would have just figured your parents were both dead."

"My dad mine as well be." Rory mumbled while looking intently at the floor.

"That's not all. You admitted to being pregnant." The girls let a small gasp escape their lips. Rory bit her lip and looked up.

"You don't know my past." She said calmly.

"Obviously!" Tessa blurted. Sam licked her lips.

"What?" Rory shook her head.

"Rory, you're not one of us. I mean you are, but you don't fit in. You must have had a spectacular childhood while I've lived in 9 foster homes in 16 years. None of us even know why you wanted to be a prostitute." Sam said sadly.

"I just…I made some mistakes and I can't take them back, okay? So please, just drop it!" Rory said frustrated. She stood up too, but her point didn't make it into the other girl's heads.

"No! We wont drop it! We accepted you into our group, no questions asked. Do you realize how risky that was for us to do? You're an amazing individual, but this Tristan guy…he opened and answered questions we didn't even know we had." Tessa said standing up too. "So, now that you bring it up…. what mistakes?" Rory was silent. Tears came to her eyes.

"You guys don't understand!" Rory yelled. Kate who was silent jumped up.

"Test me," Kate growled. "My father raped me when I was thirteen, my mother committed suicide when I was 15, my father after coming back from jail, raped me again, and then, he drove his car into oncoming traffic killing himself and three other people. My only sister became a hardcore druggie at 11. She did everything. Crack, cocaine, heroine, Acid, mushrooms, weed, alcohol, everything. She overdosed when I was 17, and I haven't seen her for over six years, and don't even get me started on my brother. I guarantee my past is the worst you will ever hear about."

"Then why be like this? Prove to the world you're stronger." Rory retorted. Kate scoffed and shook her head.

"You don't fucking get it! I have nothing to live for. Nothing. If I wasn't this, making some kind of pay for my sister to have the best care, I'd be right there with her! You have everything you could want! A guy that obviously cares a lot about you, a mom who could learn to love her daughter again, and friends that we've never even heard about." Kate took a deep breath and took something out of her pocketbook. "I've been suicidal for the past six years, but yet there is always something keeping me from just doing it and when I figure it out, I'm gonna kill it, and then me." She said with finality. She handed Rory a sheet of paper.

"While you were out last night, I did some research.' Kate said evenly and then left the apartment with the slam of a door.

"I've walked in on Kate bloody and unconscious more then my share. You don't belong here…with us."

"Then maybe I'll just leave." Rory said.

"You know where the door is." Tessa said standing up and walking to her room with Sam following. The door was shut. Only Mary and Rory were standing there.

"What you're not gonna walk away too?" Rory asked wiping away a tear. Mary shook her head.

"No, but you are," Mary said sadly and opened the door. "It's been great having you, but you're not us, you deserve better." Mary said pointing to the door. Rory bit her lip and walked past Mary hitting her shoulder. Mary shook her head and shut the door behind her. Mary slowly made her way to the closed bedroom. Tessa and Sam were just sitting on their beds.

"Do you think we did the right thing?" Mary asked sitting down next to Sam.

"Yea. She deserves better." Rory wrapped her arms around her small body. It was the beginning of winter and she didn't have a coat on. She wiped away the tears with the back of her hand and sat down on the bench right next to her. She looked at the sheet of paper Kate had given to her. Her crying took over as she shook. On the paper was printed, the younger Internet mongrel has decided to wed! Louis Simmons has officially announced his engagement to Lorelai Gilmore III. News about the upcoming wedding has not been decided yet. And below it was an article about how they met and the like. When her tears slightly subsided, she stood up and walked in a specific direction, to a specific street, building, apartment, and person. She knocked on the door.

"Rory?"

"You were right." Rory mumbled through her tears.

"What?" Tristan asked confused.

"I was dressed like a hooker, and I knew that." She said. He ushered her in and shut the door. She sat down on his sofa and continued to whimper. Tristan sat down besides her. She rested her head on his shoulder and slowly cried herself to sleep. He covered her tenderly with a blanket and went to make some food and coffee for when she woke up. About two hours later, she opened her eyes and shot up.

"Tristan?" She yelled. He ran to her.

"Yea?"

"What am I doing here?"

"I don't know. You came here crying and talking about how you knew you were dressed like a hooker…" Rory let out a bitter laugh and patted the seat next to her. He sat.

"I'm used to doing what people want." He didn't understand.

"Rory, have you…. were you…" he was quiet for a moment. "Was any of that true?" he asked. Rory nodded.

"Remember how that question was asked about the sexual thing with a prostitute?" he nodded. "Well, Kyle didn't drink, so I had to for him."

"And why would you do that?"

"Because I've had sex with more then 4 guys in one night, I accepted money from a guy I didn't even know, I dress like a hooker, and I'm afraid of cops. Take a fucking wild guess, Tristan." She said bitterly. He made no sign of comprehension.

"You're a poser?" he asked confused. She gave him the article. He scanned it and looked at Rory surprised.

"I didn't know this happened."

"You didn't know I was a prostitute either." She said standing up. She walked over to a small table of little ornaments. There was a long pause before Rory turned around and saw Tristan staring down at his hands.

"Say something." She pleaded. He let out a breath and looked up at her. He stood up and came right in front of her. He caressed her cheek with his thumb while staring into her eyes with sadness.

"Why?" he asked softly.

"I just wanted to feel needed and wanted."

"How could you not feel wanted? Everyone adores you!" he said dropping his hand.

"Louis didn't," She said softly and turned away slightly. "He made sure I knew it too."

"Louis Simmons?" She nodded.

"But why this? I mean couldn't you have just been a caretaker or something? Why sell your body?" he asked not understanding.

"Because I knew how!" She shouted. Tristan's eyes changed from sad to dismissive.

"You knew how? Right, because that's just a natural instinct. Something doesn't work out right in your life so you turn to prostitution?" He asked flailing his arms. The tears developed rapidly as a few started their journey down her pale cheeks.

"No one understands!"

"Then make me understand!"

"Nothing in my life makes sense anymore. Everything I do seems to be written for me!"

"What?"

"Men look at me. I'm not blind; I see the ways they look at me. So I figured hey, why not just take advantage of that?"

"You're a real idiot, you know that right?"

"I wasn't making anything up when I told you I lost all common sense." Tristan took a deep breath.

"What happened to you? What could possibly go so wrong that you had to leave your entire life behind and just start again?" He asked sitting down next to her. She was deep in thought when her body started to shake from sobbing. Tristan held her tightly and rubbed her back. Her crying turned to sniffling. She pulled away slightly.

"Can you tell me?" he asked gently. It took everything in him to not yell at her and tell her how stupid she had been.

"I dropped out of Yale at the end of my 2nd year. My mom disapproved and we got into this whole big argument. I went to live in my grandparent's pool house, and my mom didn't agree with that either. My then boyfriend, Logan, was great…until my grandparents found out we were sleeping with each other. I loved him and then things started to go sour. We both mutually broke up. Then I met Quinn. He was a sweet heart at first until he started to order me around and he made me believe woman weren't equal. My mom and I hadn't talked at this point for over half a year. No contact whatsoever. Quinn was murdered, " Rory paused. " They never found the murderer, but then I met Louis. I was with him for a while, we got engaged and he started to ask favors of me. To go with a friend to a party, to kiss a guy on the cheek, and eventually, he ordered me to have sex with them. He told me I'd do it if I loved him. After a while, the guys started to pay me. Louis wasn't happy about it. He gave me a good hit, and pushed me into the middle of the street," Rory accepted the hug Tristan offered her. "An onlooker helped me, and soon things just started to go from there, and soon I just couldn't stop." She stopped abruptly and wiped away her tears.

"And your mom is…?"

"Leading her own life. I haven't seen or talked to her in over two years. For all I know she could be dead." Tristan was quiet.

"I doubt she is."

"But I don't know."

"You should just show up at your moms door. Tell her that you messed up and you want to fix it."

"She'd probably laugh in my face and shut the door."

"I doubt that, I bet she'd be happy to see you." Rory gave him a doubtful look.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well," he looked everywhere but at her. "She sent me to find you." Rory sat there was a shocked expression on her face.

"What?" she asked shaking her head.

"I bumped into her at a party, and I promised her I would bring you home." Rory let out a bitter sigh and got up.

"And the great ulterior motives of Tristan Dugrey once again emerge." She said before she stood up and walked out of his apartment. She walked into the streets not having anywhere to go. A problem.

"You look like you could use a pick me up." A man said appearing in front of her. She shrugged. He handed her a wad of cash.

"$400 if you can do it right now." Rory stuffed it into her pocket and motioned for him to lead the way. She sighed but now her problem was temporarily solved.

This will be about 13 chapters plus or minus some. Kiki wrote some of it, so THANKS, but I do believe this story will be sad at the end. No one dies, but…I'm not going to give it away. Be patient my readers. : Please review and thank you. Emilie.