Disclaimer in first chapters.

A/N: Might be a brutal chapter due to some of the events. Forgive me. It seems my muse of inspiration is leading me to dark.

Chapter 5: Lorelei Trista DuGrey

Rory stared at her beach ball of a stomach. It seemed like the little girl in her stomach was the only thing keeping her from Tristan's brutality. Rubbing her stomach she laid in the bed she and her husband slept in, Waiting for him to come home to complain about her.

Lying on her side, she stared at the email her editor sent her. It was hard to still be a reporter and seven ½ months pregnant on bed rest. So she was on a hiatus so to speak until she was able go back and do the job she loved. Feeling like a petulant child, she grumbled about asshole-ish husbands, only to flinch when the reason for her being on bed rest came to the front of her memories.

Flashback

"I am sick and tired of all your shit all over the office how the hell am I supposed to run my firm with your shit, hogging up the place. God if I knew you were going to be this damn junky I wouldn't have married you. Hell I can make a mess on my own." Tristan yelled at her six mos. pregnant form. "My god you are worthless." And that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"I am so sorry that I am such a fat messy pig. But hey it's your fault we're in this mess in the first place. So deal with it. My god go have an affair, go produce a bastard while you're at it. Just get out of my face. I haven't been feeling well as it is and you are pushing your goddamn luck. I'm thinking about going on a hiatus if it will make you so happy. Just get the hell away from me. Your cologne makes me sick, just looking at you makes my skin craw . . . "

Her body was thrown off balance by the force of his slap. A sharp pain in her head and her stomach told her that she hit both her head and stomach. Trying to fight the darkness that was clouding her vision, she vaguely registered a sharp pain in her lower stomach, Before she let the darkness consume her.

Flashback End

She woke up a couple of hours later in the hospital. They had to stop her premature labor and fix her head. It was sickening how money could keep doctors and nurses tight lipped. A couple of weeks later and she's on bed rest.

Her stitches had long been removed but every once in a while her head would throb where her scars were.

Finally being sick enough of sitting in a bed she got up, showered and got into actual clothing that she could walk outside the house in. Walking toward the nursery to look at it and made sure it looked like she wanted it.

Walking around the room that was to be his child as he so eloquently put it, she smiled at the little bears and animals that littered the shelves and crib. She sat down in the rocking chair rocking and humming a soft song that she felt mirrored her.

Finally not being able to stand sitting in that room for any longer she walked to the door and left the room her eyes remaining on the soft teddy bear from her child hood as the room became lost to her vision. Placing her forehead on the door, her husband's cold, chilling voice startled her out of her reverie.

"And what do you think you're doing up and walking around. You are on strict orders by the doctors to be on bed rest." Tristan said, his voice cold and snide.

"Yeah, well I wouldn't have to be if you would stop being an asshole for a second." Almost as soon as the words were spoken, she wished she could have taken them back. I'm really asking for it some times.

"Yea well this asshole provides for you and makes it to where you can sit on your ass all day long without a care in the world, this asshole, gives you everything you want so this asshole can do whatever he wants to."

Rory took small steps away from her husband as he ranted about everything he did for her. Fully wishing she had never seen him at Yale, and fully wishing she had stayed in bed.

He was a completely other person when they were in bed going to sleep. He would gently touch her stomach and feel the little life inside of her move around in its sleep. His hand was so warm on her stretched skin. But when he hit her, those same warm gentle hands burned like fire. When those hands connect with her back and chest burning sensation was enough to wish for an instant death.

Suddenly she vaguely could hear herself screaming something. A resounding slap could be heard, but mainly it echoed in her head as she felt her self being thrown off kilter, and she felt the bruising sensation of tumbling down the stairs. She could hear her husband yelling but she didn't even look at him, she stared at the white lights of the chandelier. She looked up at that chandelier and wondered why something so beautiful was in a place as dark and ugly as this. Then all she saw was black

God she was in pain. Complete and utter pain. She couldn't escape from it if she wanted to. Hell she could barely breathe or open her eyes.

"Hey there little one. I need you to pull through so your mom can pull through. She's a strong girl and I need you to be one two, she's given up on a lot of her dreams so that you can have a father in your life. So please don't make her suffering be in vain. Please pull through,"

Rory listened to her mother's soliloquy with guilt. Opening her eyes, she looked around her room for her mother.

"Mommy." Her voice was scratchy and soft.

"Rory, thank gods you're awake. I thought you were going to die, I thought I was going to lose my oldest friend. Please don't ever do that again."

"Do what again?" now she was utterly confused. What did she do?

"Piss him off enough to do this much damage. Your daughter almost died because of it. They had to do a caesarean to save her but she's barely alive."

Rory forced her batter and bruised body into a sitting position and motioned for her mother to bring the baby over to her. The tiny body in the case was so feeble and delicate looking. Her white blond hair was fuzzy on her head. Rory placed her warm hand on her tiny body. Her entire hand covered the baby's back and half of her behind. Gently rubbing her soft skin she wished she had stayed in bed that day. Speaking of days...

"What day is today?" she asked her mother dreading the answer.

"The twenty third."

"Shit, my article was due on the twentieth. Looks like I lost my job. Oh well I'm sure HE will be happy."

She slowly laid herself down moving too much took to much out of her and she wanted to go back to sleep even if only to escape her life for right now.

"So what did he name her?" Rory asked her mother of a couple of minuets of silence.

"Lorelei Trista DuGrey"

"Conceited bastard" and with that she slowly drifted of to a dreamless sleep.

A/N: I thought I had this chapter up already, which is why i haven't updated in a long time. Another chapter will follow this one.

Also there was a comment on the way Rory is acting. I've seen this with my own eyes with a friend, but when some people are in a long term relationship and their significant other has raped them they feel that they have to be with that person whether they want to or not. It alsohappens in a lot of abusive marriages.