Title: Daddy

Chapter Summary: Rory's Finds out she's pregnant and tells of what happened that fateful night.

Disclaimer: In the prologue . . .

A/N: Warning it has some reference to rape but not enough to be considered NC-17, but if anyone has a problem I can be emailed to be asked to tone it down.

; text - Means scene change and/or flashback.

Chapter 1: How it all begins.

Rory whimpered into Tristan's mouth. This wasn't supposed to happen this way. She didn't want what he was doing. She wasn't ready for sex but she couldn't get him off of her.

"Tristan please, I'm not ready for this. It's too much." She cried into his mouth a few tears made trails down her cheeks. What happened to her sweet Tristan, the one who wouldn't do anything to purposely hurt her.

"Rory, you know I love you and wouldn't do anything to hurt you. I just want to show you my love. Let me show you my love." Tristan's mouth covered hers one last time, before pushing into her, to muffle her cries of pain.

Rory awoke at the remembered pain. Looking over at the clock on the bed side table, It was four in the morning and she had five hours before her first class. Thank goodness she was in her last semester for journalism and English. Getting up slowly, to alleviate the pain of being penetrated too soon and too often that night, she walked over to the bathroom.

Turning on the shower, Rory sank to the floor to cry with the water beating on her head. Was this how she was supposed to live? With a man dominating over her until he got bored and left. There was no use crying over spilt milk it's not like you could change the past. Sighing she got up and began to cleanse her self. She needed to get out of that apartment as soon as possible.

Dressing in her spare clothing at his apartment, She hurriedly got her things together, placed a note on her pillow and left. She needed to leave Yale for a couple of days. Fishing her cell phone out of her purse, she called Paris's Cell.

"This best be important Gilmore, or you're dead."

"I'm leaving Yale for a while. I need some time to think, and get away. If Tristan asks, tell him to call me on my cell phone. Can you please take notes for me? When I get to where I'm going, cause I'm not going home, I will tell you where to send them, if any of the professors ask, tell them I'm dealing with a death in the family." And with that she hung up.

Going to her car she pulled out of his parking lot and headed for the highway. She thought back to that night it had been five weeks ago. Pulling out her pack of cigarettes she turned on the first classic rock station she could find, she needed to calm her nerves before she did anything.

Pulling into a diner, She pulled in for a cup of coffee. Ordering her coffee, she went to the bathroom to assess the damage. Her face was fine with the exception of the bite mark on her lip. Looking at her neck she noticed slight bruises and bite marks that could pass for hickeys. Rolling her eyes she pulled her concealer and loose powder out. It was going to be a long week. If she only knew how right that prediction was. As she went back to her seat Rory thought back to what caused her to be where she was now.

Flashback five Weeks

Rory could feel him pin her to his bed. His weight pressing down on her was making it hard for her to breathe. It wasn't supposed to be like that. Her voice sounded foreign to her. Since when did she sound so small and weak? Her Struggling just seemed to drive him on more. Why wasn't he listening to her pleas? Another plea was lost in her throat when he pushed himself into her.

Tristan groaned as her pushed into her dry passage. He didn't think about the pain she was probably experiencing, just of how much pleasure he was getting from her tightness.

Her mind went blank, and she withdrew into her self. It was too much for the moment. The pain and degradation, she was feeling made her feel as though her entire world was turning upside down. What happened to the man she thought she knew? Sighing when it was over and done with and his heavy form moved from on top of her. She rolled onto her side and curled up into a ball. Tears silently making their way down her cheeks. The only thought going through her mind was the thought: What just happened here?

Flashback End

Rory was taken out of her daze when a soft hand touched her on her shoulder. Jumping slightly, she turned to the waitress.

"Ma'am would you like some more coffee?"

"Yea but make it to go."

Patiently waiting for her coffee to go she pulled out her cell phone to call her father. She needed a place to crash away from everything that was causing her stress do something simpler. And no sooner did she get off the phone with him and pulled out her wallet did her waitress come back with her coffee.

Sighing for the umpteenth time that day she paid and went out to her car.

Rory looked at her watch then at the box. When did her life become so complicated, and why didn't she leave him after that night. It wasn't like it was nothing, he forced himself on her and now she had to carry on the consequences, that is if this test was false, so far out of the three she took she has had one each negative, and positive results. This last test was the one to end all tests and if this one was positive she was going to the doctor.

"Positive." Her heart stopped. It couldn't be, it just wasn't possible she knew he hadn't used protection that horrid night but then again he never did. Banging her head against the door, she wanted to slap her self for being so stupid. She was too young to be having a kid. She was only 23

for goodness sake, but then again her mother did a hell of a lot earlier than 23.

Sighing for the ten millionth time that hour, she got off the floor and cleaned up her mess, taking all incriminating evidence to her room to toss into her bag. Crawling into her bed, she laid down on her side curled up close to her little sister, who crawled into her room sometime in the middle of the night, her soft tears falling on her pillow.

Wiping her continually falling tears, she got up and started to pack her clothing. She was running for the second time that week. After everything came out in the open she wasn't going to be able to run for a while, but then again, she wasn't really running just stalling for a short period of time. Jotting down a short note and leaving one of the positive tests behind she left. It was time she went to see the one that was going to have the biggest say in what was going on at the moment. She threw her bag into the back of her car and headed for StarsHollow.