Title: Submission

Chapter title: A legal alien (from the song Englishman in New York)

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls

A/N: Here I am again with the next update. I want to thank everybody for their reviews and I hope you'll keep liking this story! Ow and for all you lit-lovers: Jess finally shows up in this chapter!

A/N2: Because there are people that wanted to read the rape that happened to Rory I put flashbacks in of what happened between them.

Summary: After the fight with Jordan which led to her getting hit in his limo Rory ran off home. The next morning Jordan came to see her and he ended up raping her. Rory can't face him or her mother again and decides to visit Tanna in New York.

RORY'S POV

I always wondered what New York would be like. It looked so big, almost like it would make you nothing but another person on the street. A number. Anonymous. I never wanted to live in a city that big. I liked knowing people, getting along with them, not being so impersonal. But right now dissapearing in a big crowd sounded perfect to me. Blending in, so nobody would notice my obvious and not so obvious bruises. But I was sure they wouldn't. If nobody knew you, then nobody cared.

Now that I had a plan I felt better already. I got up and looked for clothes that would cover up most of my bruised body. I felt like a map of the world. There was Europe on my belly and my arms were covered in parts of what I believed to be Russia. I was just glad that America wasn't printed on my face. This way I could act as innocent and normal as usual. At least until I was Tanna. I didn't want to break down before I was away from here. Didn't want to think about...about what he did. All I had to do was to look at something in this room and already the flashbacks would overwhelm me.

The door.

As soon as Rory had closed the door behind Jordan she turned around to face him. She didn't like it when she wasn't able to see him, like now when he was behind her. She hadn't even fully turned when she got powerless by the closeness of his body. His eyes were penetrating through her clothes and there was a weird gleam in his eyes. He didn't react to her smile and just pushed her into the door, his lips immediately claiming hers.

The floor.

"Jordan"

Rory tried to push him away a little. She needed to talk about what had happened between them. Why he did the things he did. When she looked up in his eyes she realized she made a mistake. One hard blow in her stomach was all it took to land on the floor. Her eyes reflected the fear she felt when he hovered above her.

"You're a little tease aren't you Rory?"

His normally handsome face was twisted with anger and hatred. An insane possessive look in his eyes.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about"

Wrong words. He hit her again and this time she felt a little blood in her mouth.

"first Charlie...and now Maverick?"

Maverick. Where had she heard that name before? Suddenly it dawned upon her. It was a black-haired spectacled guy. In her class. Whom she had been assigned to work on a project with.

"He's just a boy in my class"

"You slept with him!"

She stayed silent, fearing that if she would speak up he would only become angrier. But her silence only confirmed his suspicion.

"You little whore!"

He picked her up from the floor and hit her a couple of times before dropping her on the bed.

My stomach turned as I relived this morning. The bed. It had been the worst of all the places in my room. And it wasn't even the bed where he raped me. He beat me up and bit me and tore my clothes off on the bed but he didn't take my virginity there.

Suddenly Jordan pushed her off the bed and onto the floor. Rory held her breath, hoping that he would get up and leave. But he didn't. He quickly undressed and dropped himself on top of her, not caring if he hurt her. She already knew what was going to happen and was too tired and too beat to fight him anymore. She just looked at him with tears in her eyes, silently pleading for him to stop.

"Why not the bed?"

He said like he was repeating the question that had indeed been in her mind.

"I'll tell you why you little slut"

He grinned an evil grin before he pinched her breast until she couldn't hold back a little cry.

"You're not good enough for the bed. The bed is for good girls, who sleep with people they love. Not nasty little sluts who spread their legs for every hard dick that comes along..."

While he said this he took her virginity with one hard trust. He didn't care that she cried out in pain. Instead, he seemed to love it. He got more aroused with each yelp and found pleasure in making her cry.

I had to swallow to keep myself from throwing up. My hands were shaking as I threw stuff in my suitcase. I took just enough money for the busride to New York, hoping that by tomorrowmorning I would be safe from his torment.

By the time I got to the busstation it was almost morning again. I never realized I had spent so much time wallowing and mourning about what happened. I tried to stop myself from shaking as I asked for a single ticket to New York. The lady at the station must have noticed something because she smiled in a sympathizing manner. I didn't even smile back and just took the change and the ticket. The next bus to New York was leaving in half an hour and I busied myself mostly with trying to hide my bruises and memorizing Tanna's address. I was too scared to dream about what would be happening as soon as I got there. I didn't want to think about the possibility that she would make me report it to the police. I knew she would be right but I didn't think I could deal with it again. Telling Tanna already seemed horrible enough.

When I got to New York I had to gather my courage to face her first. So instead of taking a cab to her house I walked around in New York. Soon I became lost in the stream of people and just walked for what seemed like hours. My eyes took in buildings that to me seemed from a sci-fi movie. Skyscrapers, huge hotels, fancy restaurants. I wandered around, not really having a place to go just because I liked the feeling of being invisible. Occasionally people bumped into me but they didn't even apologize. I didn't want them to either. It would mean that they acknowledged me, that I really existed and that all that I had been through had really happened. I just wasn't ready to face that yet.

When it got dark I realized that it was too late to find Tanna anymore, so instead I decided to spend the night in a hotel. I walked past a few expensive looking hotels towards a smaller and slightly dirtier looking one which I entered.

"Goodevening ma'am...can I help you?"

"How much for a room?"

"69.95 ma'am"

My face paled. I knew I didn't have that much money. A bit timid I asked if they didn't have any cheaper rooms. It didn't have to be beautiful. It just had to have a bed.

The clerk shook his head. When I asked if there were any cheaper hotels around he shook his head again.

"The Riverside Inn is the cheapest hotel around ma'am"

I thanked him and left. Thoughts twirled around in my head. Where was I going to stay now? I decided to check a few more hotels but it turned out the clerk had been right. Every hotel was either 69.95 or costed even more, up to 400 dollar a night. I got sadder and sadder as the hour got later, grasping the fact that maybe I would have to spend the night outside on a bench, with the fear of being robbed. Though that struck me as ironic since I barely had any money to be robbed off.

Eventually I ended up in a park, sitting on a bench and crying for the first time since I had been raped. I just couldn't hold it back anymore. I was so sick and tired of everything. When did life turn on me like this? And why?

REGULAR POV

This is how Jess Mariano found her. A fragile girl with her face hidden in her hands and crying her eyes out. He was surprised, because in New York nobody ever showed their weakness so open like she did. Most people were hardened by the citylife and never displayed any emotion, let alone sadness. For some reason he wished that he could do something to ease her obvious misery, but he didn't know why. After a short debate he sat himself down next to her and waited for her to notice him.

She did notice him, not so much because she saw him but because she felt his presence. She didn't dare to look up, for some reason scared that she would see Jordan sitting next to her.

"Go away...please"

The sadness he heard in her voice nearly broke his heart. He wanted to comfort her, to hold her and tell her that everything would be okay. That she would one day experience the true happiness that he had.

"I can't"

He softly told her. She looked up at him. A slender dark-haired boy with the most amazing brown eyes she had ever seen. Her eyes traveled over his body, from his Metallica shirt to the chains that hung from his baggy pants. Then they traveled up again, over the puncturemarks in his arms to finally his eyes. She blushed when she realized she had been checking him out. He just smiled at her, already glad that she had temporarily stopped crying.

"I'm Jess Mariano"

"You're a junkie"

He just smirked.

"I was kinda hoping for your name...but yeah...if you want to label me"

She smiled back a little.

"I'm sorry...it's just a thing I do...when I get nervous...I start babbling and I just blurt out things that I don't mean to and I..."

She hid her face behind her hair.

"I'm doing it again aren't I?"

Jess just nodded.

"I saw you crying"

Rory bit her lip. Her first encounter with someone in New York and she made a lousy impression.

"Yeah...I was...lost"

Jess nodded again, not because he believed her but because it was the polite thing to do to pretend that he believed her.

"Huh"

Rory felt the need to explain.

"I was going to New York to visit a friend...but I got lost and now it's late and I don't have money for a hotel and I never thought it would be this expensive and now I don't have anywhere to sleep so now I'll have to sleep in the park and get robbed by a total stranger...or you could be the one robbing me for all I know"

Jess grinned.

"I'm not a stranger...you know my name"

Rory smiled back at him despite of the situation she was in. He was right, he wasn't a stranger anymore. For some reason she felt a bit more at home than she had done a couple of minutes ago. She felt safe with him even though his fiery eyes reminded her of Jordan.

"So...you have no place to stay?"

He looked at her like he had suddenly invented the wheel.

"Why don't you stay at my place?"

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