Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update! After smile1 decided she wouldn't be cowriting this story anymore I just lost interest for a while. But here I am again, and I hope I can be as good as smile1 with this story, and live up to her expectations. So here is the next chapter. Enjoy!

Summary: Jordan wanted to make up for their fight and he took Rory out to dinner. Afterwards he tried to make out with her but Rory was a bit drunk and not in the mood. When she tried to push him away he hit her again. Finally, after a struggle, she managed to get out of the car they were driving in and made her way to her dorm.

WARNING: contains rape! Read the A/N at the bottom!

Rory lay on her back, watching the ceiling while in her head images of last night kept repeating themselves. She had expected the pain to fade in time, but the proof that he had hit her again kept stinging on her cheek. Tears had fallen even though she had tried to reason with herself that he wasn't worth it. But her heart kept screaming. She wanted him, although he clearly had his flaws. But wasn't it unreasonable to expect someone perfect? Maybe Jordan really was the one for her, and this was just one trait that wasn't so ideal.

She knew she was making up excuses for something that wasn't even her fault, but it was so hard to let go of him. There was something about him that just drew her to him every time, like a bee to a flower. She craved his nearness, wanted his arms around her so that she could pretend to be safe. Her heart battled with her head, searching for reasons for his behavior and trying to find ways so it would never happen again. She would just have to be nicer, giving in to him some more. She wanted him, right? So why would she stay away from him? Why would she lose him over something this little? It was just a punch, or two actually. But she could be really happy with him. She just should stop looking at other guys, watching her steps, making sure that she didn't do anything to upset him.

When the doorbell rang she already knew it was him standing outside. He would apologize to her again, and ofcourse she would forgive him. She already knew she would, even when her head kept screaming otherwise.

Quickly putting on a morningrobe she walked over to the door. On her way over she checked her hair in the mirror and tousled it up a bit so that it seemed that she had been sleeping. In reality, she had been awake all night; just staring at the ceiling while feeling the pain on her cheek beginning to fade, until it eventually disappeared, like it had been nothing but a dream she woke up from, feeling startled.

"Jordan"

The happiness in her voice vanished when she saw the look on his face. He wasn't even angry anymore, and it seemed like he had already passed furious too. She took a quick step back, wondering what she had done that made him feel like this, and frightened that he would hurt her again.

"Goodmorning"

The friendly words were spoken in a bitter tone and accompanied by an icy glare. Rory tried to smile to lighten up the mood, but he didn't respond with a smile of his own. Instead, his eyes seemed to narrow and the corner of his mouth twitched a little.

"Come in"

She knew it was foolish to allow him in, but her heart still tried to win him back. If she only did whatever he wanted he had to be nice to her, right? If she didn't jump back when he touched her, if she didn't fight with him, if...if...if...

He walked past her, his hand brushing up against her thigh, which caused goosebumps to appear all over her body. How was it possible that with one small insignificant touch he could set her body on fire?

Jordan turned around to face her, his eyes roaming her body. He could see she had gotten turned on by his touch and grinned. Maybe she was finally lowering her defenses. Maybe they could finally get some action.

Rory didn't know Jordan was a physical kinda guy. She didn't know that he had had previous girlfriends who, like her, didn't have the courage to get up and leave. She didn't know what he could be like when a girl rejected him.

FLASHBACK

"Jordan!"

Helen put her arms around her boyfriend and kissed him passionately. She had been going out with Jordan for a few weeks now, and up until today things had been wonderful. He had been the perfect boyfriend, always taking her out to fancy restaurants and doing everything he could to make her happy.

The only thing she regretted was that she hardly knew anything about him. Every time they talked about their pasts he always managed to dodge the question. She had opened up to him, hoping that he would finally open up to her too. But so far she only knew his name and what he was doing right now.

They had met in their freshmanyear at Yale, and she had immediately been interested in the brooding silent guy. Like her, he had been studying Psychology and she had been pleased when they were put together for an assignment. During their time together she had gotten to know and like him more and more. So when he had eventually asked her out she had ofcourse said yes. At home she had been jumping up and down the bed with joy.

Jordan put his arms around Helen and kissed her back while his hands brushed her thighs. They slowly made their way over to the bed and finally laid down on top of each other. Unlike other times they had been in this position, Jordan wasn't gentle and caring now. His hands immediately slipped under her shirt and roughly caressed her breasts. She tried to yelp but his mouth quickly covered hers, taking advantage of her open mouth to slip his tongue in.

Helen suddenly didn't like this so much anymore. When she had been alone she had been fantasizing about sex with Jordan, but she had never imagined it to be like this. She didn't want it to be like this.

When she tried to push him away he only increased his pressure on her and started ripping her shirt apart. His mouth still crushed hers so she wouldn't be able to scream.

Tears were filling her eyes while she fought to get him off of her. Her knee landed in his groin which made him groan and gave her the opportunity to get off the bed. She ran towards the door and tried to open it.

Jordan dangled the key in front of her face, an insane grin spread across his normally handsome features. She tried to push herself in the door, screaming for somebody she hoped would be in the hallway.

"Shut up you little slut!"

He hit her. Hard. She lost her balance and fell on the floor. Instantly Jordan was on top of her again, ripping her clothes and attacking her flesh until she was feeling sore and bruised. He mumbled things to her, that it had been her fault. That she had been a little whore, turning him on just to reject him. He told her that she deserved this, that she should fucking enjoy this and shut up with the screaming. He kept hitting her with every time he thrust in her.

END

Rory was lying on her bed, covering herself with her morningrobe. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had never expected Jordan to be capable of something like this. Okay, so he had turned out to be a bit abusive, but she could handle being hit once or twice. But this...

Just thinking about it made her sick. Thinking about her body that had been blemished, her virginity that had been taken in a violent rage. His hits and punches had eventually made her numb, and she had stopped trying to fight him off. He was so strong. Too strong.

She didn't know what to do now. She felt like running but where could she run to? She couldn't go back to Stars Hollow. Her mom would be so disappointed in her for giving up her studies. Lorelai had given up so many things for this to happen! And she couldn't bear to break the news to her mother about what had just happened. She could barely say the word herself. She had been raped. Jordan had raped her.

So...Stars Hollow wasn't an option. She had barely had any contact with her mother in weeks, ever since she had started to date Jordan really. Her mother didn't even know about him. Rory didn't know why she had kept it silent. It had seemed like a reasonable thing to do at the time, but now that this had happened she couldn't remember any of the reasons she had had back then.

She wanted to feel numb, like she had felt when Jordan's kicks and punches had been raining down on her body. She just wanted to stop feeling, so she wouldn't have to remember this day. It would be drowned, stuffed back deep in her head, so it would be even less than a memory.

She wanted to leave but she didn't know where she would go to. She just knew she couldn't stay here. Here, where he had violated her, made her into nothing but a piece of meat. She couldn't stay at Yale, knowing that he went to college her too. He would be haunting her, not just her dreams but he would be with her during classes, haunting her in the hallways. He would always be there.

And she would remember. When she walked in the park she would remember the picnic they had there, laughing and joking, not a care in the world. She would remember the dinner they had in that fancy restaurant, and that disastrous night in the limo. She wished Tanna would be here, so she would have help.

Tanna!

She could go visit Tanna!

Rory felt surprisingly better now she had a plan. She searched her agenda, knowing that Tanna had written her address down there somewhere. She held on to the piece of paper like it was a lifeline just being thrown to her. New York. She was going to New York. She was going to see Tanna and everything would be okay again. She would be safe.

A/N: OK...just to clear something up: I didn't really want to get into the rapescene with Rory cause I know people love her and would be really disgusted to see something like this happening to her. So, instead, I used a flashback out of Jordan's past, so it would be clear what he's like but wouldn't be about Rory. I hope this makes sense. Ofcourse it's still rape and no matter who it happens to, it will always be sick and disgusting.

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