One Night's Mistake

By: RoxyRoo

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: A story of how one night's mistake, can ruin the lives of two people.

AN: Thank you so much for all of your reviews! I'm sorry about the delay in getting this chapter up, I got busy with both finishing my Christmas story by Christmas, and I just started a new story, 'The Rock'. Also both this chapter and the next one are going to be filler chapters, so that means they're boring to write, and will probably be boring to read... However as I had so many of you begging for an update for this, I sat my butt down and got this chapter written! I hope you guys still enjoy this and make sure to REVIEW!

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Chapter Sixteen

Rory sighed. It had been a week since the incident. She had not seen much of Tristan during this time. When she tried asking him about where he always was, he just said that he had big case going on at work, that was taking a lot of his time. She knew that there was something more to it though.

She placed the bookmark back into her book. She just could not get into it. She leaned her head back on the couch, just wishing she could take that night back. Go back to being friends with him how they were before the incident. They needed to talk over things, however that was hard with him not being home too often.

She looked up as she heard keys jingling at the door, before it swung open.

Abigail walked in, shutting the door behind her. She looked at Rory surprised.

"Hey," Rory smiled.

Abigail tried to manage a small smile, but failed miserably.

"What's wrong?" Rory asked concerned.

Abigail looked around the apartment. "Is my brother here?"

"No, he's been getting home late from work lately," Rory explained. She figured that Tristan had probably told Abigail about what had been going on between them.

"So he won't be home for awhile?" Abby asked as Rory nodded her head. "Good," Abigail said plopping down on the couch. "I need girl talk."

Rory smiled at that, that Abigail was bringing her problems to her.

"What do you need to talk about?" Rory asked, she could tell that there was something troubling Abigail.

"Anything I tell you, it'll stay between just you and me, right?" Abigail asked, looking at Rory hopefully.

"Of course," Rory answered.

"I had sex," Abigail blurted out.

Rory's eyes got big, as she tried to quickly recover from the bluntness of the statement. "Um, were you safe?" she asked, trying to think of the questions that she should ask.

Abigail nodded her head.

"Was he- Was he nice to you?" Rory asked, stuttering over her words.

Abigail nodded her head again.

"Have you talked to you mom about this?" Rory asked.

Abigail snorted, turning to face Rory. "Yeah right, did you talk to your mom after your first time?"

Rory looked away, as Abigail's eyes got big. "She sort of walked in after we finished getting dress," Rory said softly remembering back to the time. It seemed so long ago.

"Oh," Abigail said with wide eyes. "Well, your mom's cool, she's not like mine. Mine, you can't talk with..."

Rory was quiet, knowing that there was more Abigail wanted to say.

"My parents are not happily married, you know," Abigail said softly, starring straight ahead. "I was not even wanted."

Rory frowned. "I'm sure that's not true."

Abigail turned to face Rory with tears in her eyes. "I'm pretty sure my dad is not my dad, which is why he wants nothing to do with me."

Rory opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.

"Why else is my family all blondes and I have dark hair?" Abigail pointed out. "All my dad wanted was a boy to carry on the Dugrey name and take over the business. Not a girl."

Rory sat there letting the young girl pour out her heart. She had no idea what to say to comfort her.

"If it was not for Tristan, I probably would have killed myself years ago," Abigail sniffled. "He's the only one who really cares for me."

"Abby, that's not true," Rory said, putting an arm around the young girl as Abigail cried.

"Why don't you stay here tonight, and we can have movie night," Rory suggested, once Abigail had calm down.

Abigail just nodded her head.

"You pick out a movie, and I'll go get some popcorn," Rory said heading to the kitchen. Once out of sight of the girl, she took a deep breathe. She felt relieve that her mom had taken her away from the society life, that she did not have to grow up in a home like Tristan's and Abigail's.

It made sense to her now. How quiet Abigail was at that dinner she attended at the Dugrey household. How Abigail had her own room at Tristan's, and Tristan saying she was always there. It was her escape.

Rory put the popped popcorn into a bowl, and grabbed a couple of cans of pop before heading back out into the living room.

"You ready?" she asked, as she set the stuff on the coffee table.

"Yeah," Abigail said as she pushed play to the movie.

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Rory tugged the blanket over Abigail, as she got ready to head off to bed herself. She glanced up as she saw the door open. Seeing Tristan enter, she immediately put a finger to her lips to shush him. He looked towards the couch in confusion.

Rory grabbed his arm, ignoring the tingles it caused to her to feel at the contact, and pulled him down the hall, so they would not awake Abigail.

"Abigail had a bad day, so she's staying here for the night," Rory whispered.

Tristan glanced out to where Abigail was sleeping, before glancing at Rory with an angry look.

"What happened?" he about growled.

Rory took a step back, her eyes big. "Um, she just came for some girl talk. It's up to her if she wants to share with you in the morning."

Tristan sighed, calming down some, as he ran a hand through his hair. "Alright, thanks for being there for her. She has not had exactly the best childhood."

Rory just merely nodded her head, before heading towards her door.

"Night," Tristan said softly, Rory turned to give him a small smile, before heading into her room.

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The next morning Rory got up and got ready for classes. When she went out to the kitchen she saw a note addressed to her sitting there.

Rory-

Thank you for letting me have some "girl talk" with you last night, I appreciate it. It's nice to have a big sister to talk about things with, as there are some things I just can not share with Tristan.
Tristan is taking me out to breakfast before taking me to school, so I will talk to you later.

Your little sister,
Abigail

Rory smiled, tucking the note in her bag, before leaving for Yale.