Title: Strangers
Summary: Sequel to "Just Family". Rory is invited to the funeral of her grandfather. When she arrives there she immediately comes face to face with Tristan. Will he recognise her son as his own?
Disclaimer: I happen to own a few gorgeous posters of Chad. Plus some movies. Plus some One Tree Hill.
"What?"
She asked, a little short of breath.
"Who is the lucky man?"
Tristan tried his best not to show his jealousy.
"I..."
Rory seemed to hesitate a few seconds before adding
"No one you would know."
He nodded, for lack of a better answer, and let go of her hand. She seemed unwilling to let him go but finally let her hand fall to her side. Immediately Jayden extended his hand and took up his fathers attention.
"I'm Matthew Jayden DuGrey and I would like to offer you my sincere cond...condolences."
He said, having heard other people before him say the same thing and trying to fit in.
Tristan smiled at him before fixing his gaze on Rory when Jaydens' words sunk in.
"He's my son"
Rory casted her eyes downwards, not wanting to either confirm or deny the truth of his words.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the line. Jayden was about to follow them but Rory made him stay put with a firm but gentle 'Jayden stay there'; before being dragged off.
As soon as they had reached a rather secluded spot he let go off her, as if her mere touch burned him.
"When were you going to tell me? Were you going to tell me?"
Rory stayed quiet, not really sure if there was a right answer to his question.
"Well?"
He grabbed her arm fiercely but she did not object, feeling that she had deserved this somehow.
He sighed when he saw the pained look on her face, ruffling his hair and releasing his firm grasp on her.
"You should have told me…I had the right to know! He is MY son! I could have..."
"Could have what Tristan?"
"Paid for his tuition. His clothes. You deserve maintenance allowance..."
"We don't want anything from you. We've always managed on our own and Joshua is here to help us."
"Your husband?"
She nodded, biting her lip ever so slightly when he didn't notice.
That little twinge of jealousy he had been feeling all along grew stronger and stronger until he couldn't contain himself anymore.
"Does he know you have a child from your own brother?"
"You're not..."
She started to protest but he ignored her and kept shouting at her, all his pent-up anger finally released.
"Does he know how immoral and gross you are?"
He spat at her, remembering the cruel words she had used in her letter.
"How disgusting your child is?"
She hit him. Once. Her eyes were cold and distant when she looked at him.
"Don't you EVER insult my son again."
With that she turned around and left. Again.
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