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Epona 9009: Well thank you very much for your tips and hints. Yes, I think you may be right that Lorelai was slightly out of character in the beginning. She probably wouldn't sing in front of all the people ;). Mmmhh...I thought she had called him lukey once to mock him. But maybe you are right. Anyways, thank you for your opinion and honesty.

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Kate (): Well I also think that Brad is a jerk. I didn't want to say that I like Angelina more than Jenniffer. They are both great actresses. I just used them for the story. No offense.

Oh and by the way. Rory and Avery are not identical twins.

Chapter 4:

"How is the girl?" Dr. Adams asked Nurse Stevens as he placed the last medical report for the day in the filing system. A 24 hour working shift lay behind him, and all he really wanted was a descent night of sleep and a hot shower right now. However, a long time ago the man had learned to put his own needs behind the needs of the patients and so he made a last short visit to the girl, who had been delivered to Litchfield County in the early hours of the morning.

"Anything new about relatives, friends…" he added, watching the Nurse curiously as she replaced the file he had put down a few moments ago. Obviously she had her own system of how the reports had to be arranged.

"The last time I checked, she had been asleep." She told him, as she finally gave him her full attention. "I called a woman named Lorelai Gilmore, and explained the situation but at some point she simply cut the connection. Maybe it was the shock or maybe she didn't want to have anything to do with our problem here. Isn't it weird that the orphanage has no records about parents or other relatives? It's like the girl has no past. Only the adoptive parents." She wondered, watching Dr. Adams reaction.

"Well, relatives or no, we have to find out, who did this to her. Nobody has three broken rips, a broken wrist, several concussions and bruises, when he stumbles. The girl is obviously afraid of someone. And I bet I know who it is." The man explained, tapping his fingers nervously on the sideboard of the reception area.

"The adoptive father?" Nurse Stevens suggested, while receiving a nod from the physician.

"She is obviously afraid of someone and who else could it be but the father." The man explained matter of fact. "She has nobody else except him, well, that's what the neighbours, who found her, told the police. If there are really no relatives, we have to gain her trust and try to make her speak. 'Cause if she doesn't tell us who is responsible for her injuries, the man will get away with what he has done to her and who says it won't happen again. Unfortunately, I doubt we will get anything out of her in her current state."

"I know what you mean, Doctor." She said in approval, nodding her head wildly. "Have you seen her face during the x-ray? There was not a single emotion written on her face. No signs of pain, fear, anxiety, or a single tear. Not one single tear." She repeated her last words shockingly.

"Right now we can't to anything but wait. Wait if the woman you called shows up or if the police finds out more." He said, while he got out of his work coat, making himself ready to leave the hospital. "If there are any complications, you can reach me on my pager. But for now all I want is to get home. Goodnight Mrs. Stevens." He said, waving his hand over his shoulder, leaving the hospital through the huge front door.

The nurse wished him a goodnight and started her nightly round to check on the patients. Her first stop was the room, which was just around the corner, room 505, Avery's room. Slowly she opened the door, examining the face of the girl, which was illuminated by the little lamp beside the bed. Watching her like that you would think that everything was all right. Sure she looked pale and fragile and way too skinny for a sixteen-year old. But what Nurse Stevens was really bothering weren't the physical injuries but the mental wounds. Of course, three broken ripswere painful as were bruises but all of these wounds would heal in time. Mental wounds however,were a very different chapter. The process of forgetting ten years of mistreatment and abuse was a hard and rocky path and maybe it would neverheal at all. Carefully, she stroked a curl out of her face, which made the sleeping girl wince.

"Poor girl" she thought as she made her way to the door, closing it slowly behind her.

Avery, however, wasn't asleep. How in the world could she sleep when her whole body ached with pain. Yes, she had heard every single word the doctor and the nurse were saying and it made her angry.

"For everyone she was a victim, a pitiful, helpless victim. An orphan, growing up with a violent, alcohol addicted adoptive father. But she didn't want to be pitied. She didn't want to be seen as a helpless little child." She thought angrily, as she tried to get in a more comfortable position, which made her body ache all the more.

"How, could her life turn out like in one of these cheap soap operas. All she wanted to was to lead a normal, happy life. But maybe this was too much to ask for" She thought.

Sure being an orphan was bad enough but she got used to it a long time ago. Like every child she imagined of course, how it would be to have a real family. A loving mother, who would bring her to bed every evening and wake her gently in the morning. A dad, who would read stories to her, teach her how to ride a bike or build her atree house. Maybe a sister or a brother to have fun with. All these imaginations she gave up a long time ago. The ability to dream she lost somehow between Erica's death and the first slap in the face from Hank.

"Who needs dreams. We live in a real world and the real world is nothing like a dream." Avery thought, with her eyes closed. The pain got worse from minute to minute. She tried to take her mind off onto other things but beside the pain all she could think about was today's morning.

"Wake up!" Hank's voice roared trough the little two-floor house in Litchfield.

Avery's eyes shot open and in a break of a second she was out of the bed rushing down into the kitchen.

"Oh god, he is already drunk" she thought frightened as she made her way down to where she had heard Hank's voice coming from.

"The light in the kitchen was switched on, the whole night" Hank said calmly, which was never a good sign. "How often do I have to tell you that money is not growing on trees. I'm paying for your food, your clothes, your education…" he screamed, and by now his face had the colour of a tomato. "And that's your thank? I let you live here for free and you simply spit on my generosity. All I ask of you in return is to manage the household. What the hell is so hard about managing the household. You are an unthankful brat, nothing more and I should have gotten rid of you a long time ago."

"I…I'm sorry" a deathly pale Avery whispered, as she pressed herself to the nearest wall.

"Shut up" he barked drunkenly, while taking the iron rod that was leaning beside the fireplace. Hank who saw only red by now approached her slowly and dangerously.

That was also the last thing Avery remembered, except for the muffled noise she heard every time the rod came crashing down on her and the breaking of bones. A noise she would never forget.

A tear was rolling down Avery's cheek, a tear only she would let appear when she was alone. The nurse was right, she didn't show any emotions in front of others. Nobody would she ever show her real self again. Nobody would she ever trust again. Too big was the fear of being disappointed again.

"No, nobody would ever hurt her again." She thought, eyes still closed, as she listened to the hectic noises outside her room.

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