A/N: Disclaimer in the first chapter.

Chapter 3: The revelation part deux

"No." Rory whispered to her reflection in the mirror. As she tried to zip up the third dress in the last ten minutes. "Damn, damn, damn!" she didn't feel like going out to buy a whole new dress. Sighing she decided on pants and her loose shirt. Ever since she moved in with Tristan, two months ago, it seemed like little by little her life was no longer hers.

"Rory would you hurry the hell up. You know how much I hate going back to Hartford." Tristan yelled from the living room. Rory walked into the living room a couple of minutes later with her head down.

"I thought I told you to wear the dress that I like so much. Go change into the dress." His eyes flashing with annoyance.

"I can't. It fits too tight across my stomach. I gaining weight again. That's all. So I put this on instead. Is that okay with you?" Rory asked, her voice timid and hollow.

"No it is not okay, after tonight you are going on a diet. Now lets go." His tone held no pity or room for argument.

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Tristan pulled up to the Gilmore manor. The entire time they spent driving there, Rory listened to him berate her and destroy what little self-respect she had left.

"Come on here I swear you're the slowest person in the world." Tristan's insults were wearing down on her patience and a spark of the old Rory was back.

"Why don't you just shut the hell up and get off my case I don't feel well as it is and you are trying my nerve. Now suck it up and be a man." she walked on towards the front door, but a hand grabbed her arm and stopped her. The look on his face spoke of trouble for her later on, but she decided to break the news to Tristan and her family, her father was going to be there along with Georgia.

Wincing she waited for the hit that never came. He just gave her a look of satisfaction over the power he held over her. Walking up to the front door Tristan's hold on her arm never slackened. Ringing the doorbell he hastily let her arm go and grabbed her hand.

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Rory stared at the food that was set in front of her. It looked absolutely disgusting, what ever it was she wasn't going to eat it. She had no qualms about the salad but the soup and everything else made her want to throw up. Swallowing down some water instead of the wine placed in front of her, she took a couple of deep breaths to settle her stomach.

"Rory honey, are you okay? your looking a little green." she could hear her grandmother asking her. She was about to reply when she ran to the closest bathroom.

Lorelei ran after her daughter and walked into the bathroom with her to hold her hair.

"Rory, sweets, your going to have to do something soon, before it's too late. I know you think you love him but he would have listened to you when you told him to stop." Lorelei's voice soft and pacifying.

"Mom we are not going over this in this bathroom, in this house of all places. We will talk about this later besides Tristan doesn't even know. All he thinks is that I'm getting a little fat, that's all. Besides I'm telling grandma and grandpa today." and with that she walked out of the door.

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"Rory how long have known, how long have you been keeping this a secret from us, from Tristan? Is it even Tristan's? And why did you wait three months to tell anyone?"

Rory's eyes gleamed with anger at the accusation that she slept around. The tears that gleamed in her eyes were enough to make Christopher cringe but her grandparents had never been at the receiving end of her anger.

"First of all I don't appreciate the accusation of me being a whore. Second of all I didn't think it was any ones business but my own, on the going ons of my body. Third of all I didn't plan on telling him ever because I wasn't about to ruin his life." like he ruined mine. The traitorous thought flashed across her mind. Turning away from the group that stared at her like she was an abomination.

"Rory marry me?" Tristan asked her, but the question came out more like a demand.

Rory turned and looked at Tristan. His eyes glittered dangerously, telling her that if she said no, there would be hell to pay and that unborn child would be the price to pay. The veiled fear in her eyes was easily seen by her father and mother. But was misinterpreted by only her father.

Rory could only nod yes for she feared her voice would say no. and as she nodded her head she couldn't help but feel like she was signing her life away to the devil. The only difference was the devil has blonde hair and blue eyes and went by the surname Dugrey.

A/N2: I feel as though my writing still isn't up to par under this television show. Maybe I ought to rewrite it. Tell me what you think.

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A/N3: I was recently asked as to why I would write a story like this one. I feel that there needs to be at least one different type of Trory, where he isn't the perfect/near perfect guy that has no personality issues. I am sorry if this upsets you but, I do have a story where he is one. And I would suggest you read that one. But I thank you for your review. And I will be happy to answer any other questions you or anyone else may have.

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