A/N: Okay, I'm so sorry! I wrote this chapter a few weeks ago but then totally forgot about it! Stupid me!

Once again thanks to Sarah for betaing this! Thanks :P

And of course to all reviewers!

Nothing left to say

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There's nothing left to say

The snow was falling slowly outside. Declining from the grey clouds above. It was in the end of March, but it still felt like January. The young girl lay back in her pillows and sighed, while placing a hand on her stomach. It was almost flat; there was only a little bump. Nobody had noticed, not even her mother.

She once again let out a sigh. She hated her mother, and no matter how much she wished she didn't there was no turning back. She was still under the roof of her parents. They still fed her got her dressed every morning. But she didn't want that life anymore. Not that she ever had. Sometimes she even wondered if she had been brought to the wrong people. Maybe the stork had been wrong.

Back when she was a little girl she was forced to wear a dress and sit still while all the boring grown ups were talking. She wasn't allowed to speak unless she was asked and she wasn't allowed to play with her friends. She was just sitting there like a little doll.

She let her gaze fall on all the dolls in her room. They all looked so sad. She took a deep breath and forced herself out of bed. Her head was fuzzy and nothing seemed clear. And there was a good reason why.

Ever since the day she had jumped out of the car she had gotten sick, really sick. It was now more than a month ago, but she could still feel the flu. But she didn't regret the time at the graveyard. She could still picture the little angel and she could still feel the tears in her eyes.

But the cold winter rain had gotten her down. And she had been forced to stay in bed all the time, but that only came with the result that she didn't have to go to school anymore. She wished to stay in bed for the next seven months until the baby was born.

And then she would leave. She would run away from the life she hated more than anything. She had no intentions of remaining that doll her mother thought she was.

She shook her head lightly and tried to focus on one of the dolls. It was wearing a pink dress in silk and she had those wavy blond curls. Annie was her name.

Annie was the prettiest doll among the others and she was from Paris. It was one of the dolls her dad had brought home many years ago on one of his business trips.

She then caught the eye of another doll. She was bigger than the others and generally uglier. There was something about her though. Something special. As far as she remembered it was named Lilly, but she wasn't sure.

There were so many things she wasn't sure of. Her whole future for example. The only thing she knew was that she needed to get away just as soon as the baby was born. Then she would run off and see where she would end up.

Another doll was sitting on the shelf beside Lilly. She was around the same size as Annie and looked pretty much like her except for her hair. It was red like fire, burning like Lorelai's mind. Her dress was shorter than it was when she got it. But that was only because she once cut it shorter in anger and frustration. Sadly she had cut the hair too and that had caused the good old Emily to freak out.

Lorelai sighed as she thought back to that day. It had been awful, but if she had just known what her life would turn into within the next few years, she would have laughed back then.

"Lorelai!" Emily shouted as she knocked on the door. It didn't exactly sound like knocking on a door, more like thunder.

"Yes?" Lorelai replied in a weak voice. She had to admit that some of her sickness wasn't exactly sincere.

"Get dressed. We're having guests soon." Emily spoke as she walked through the door. Lorelai had managed to get back into bed before Emily entered, because she wasn't sure how her mother would react when she saw her out of bed.

"Mom, I'm ill."

"Stop complaining Lorelai. Put on this new dress I bought you"

"Mother, please" But Emily had already dragged a dress out of the closet. It was some shade of pink.

"It's a size larger than you would normally wear. Now take a shower and get yourself ready."

"May I ask who will be coming over?" Lorelai asked.

"Francine and Christopher Hayden"

Just hearing his name made her mind collapse. She couldn't focus on anything. Why couldn't her parents just understand? She didn't want him near her or the baby. He had decided that he wanted nothing to do with it unless they got married, and she had refused that.

They just weren't meant for each other, there was nothing else to say. Nothing left to say.

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She walked down the street… slowly… Step by step. The rain was still pouring down and she started to feel it against her skin. Her clothes were soaking wet but she didn't care. She just kept walking.

She could see the eyes of a girl. A girl made out of stone. Little and fragile. Sad and abandoned. It was the angel girl from the graveyard she had been at just a few minutes ago. Now she was on her way home. Though she wasn't sure if it really was her home. It couldn't possibly be.

Suddenly she realized she had stopped walking. Why? Because she didn't want to go to the place she was heading in the direction of. She took a few deep breaths before she was ready to continue. But then she heard it. Steps behind her. Somebody was running after her. Somebody was following her.

She turned around and faced him. Christopher…

"Lore…" he mumbled. It was obvious he had been running.

"No Chris." she just said and turned around to leave. But he wouldn't let her walk away. He placed a hand on her shoulder and held her back.

"Let go of me Christopher" she said calmly.

"We need to talk. To work this out"

"There is nothing to work out, Chris."

"Nothing? Come on Lore. Let's not get into this again. Let's just talk." She sighed. A part of her knew he was right. They did need to talk and discover who each other really was. When they were a couple all they had done was kiss and make out. When they were out they were just talking about school. But never about who they were.

"Fine Chris… Then go ahead. Talk"

He looked a little surprised. And that just showed how little he really knew her. He knew her as the spontaneous girl who had no time to talk, but there he was wrong. She needed to talk about things. She had just never had the chance because of her parents were her parents.

"I…"

"Fine, seems like you have nothing to say. Then I'll start"

"Lore…"

"I'm pregnant, Christopher in case you didn't know. I'm going to give birth in eight months. I'm going to have a baby; I'm going to become a parent, a mother. I'm going to take care of another person, another human being. I'm going to provide for another person. Make sure it gets something to eat and that it gets dressed."

She paused to take a deep breathe before she continued, but it seemed like Christopher had found courage to speak.

"I'm going to be a parent too, Lore! I'm gonna be a dad"

"Yes, you are. But we are not going to be parents together, Christopher."

"Lore…"

"No! You asked me to marry you earlier today and I said 'NO'. And in my mind that means that I'm not going to marry you. Okay?"

"Oh God Lorelai. Come on! That child needs both of its parents"

"Yes it does. But it's mother doesn't need it's father" Lorelai spit back at him.

"Just marry me!"

"And who's desperate? What would marriage change?"

"Everything. We would be able to go to college and…"

"I'm sorry but who was it that didn't want to go to college two months ago? Oh I see. You're parents affected you"

"No! I just started thinking about the future, Lore! I grew up. If we got married we could provide for the kid. We could both get a job and be able to pay for a college fund."

"This baby will get into college on my account. I'm sorry, but the answer is no"

She said calm and firmly.

"And by the way, Christopher. We're over. I'm breaking up with you"

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The door bell rang and Emily rushed to open the door. Richard was standing behind his wife just like in the painting above the fireplace.

"Francine!" Emily greeted the woman outside.

"Christopher" she said shortly as he put out his hand.

Francine nodded in response to the greeting and pushed her son in front of her.

Lorelai was standing at the staircase feeling stupid in the horrible dress she was wearing. It was way too big for her tiny figure and that didn't make her more comfortable.

"Lorelai, get down here" Emily shouted. Lorelai sighed and then obeyed. She slowly walked down the stairs and then faced Christopher and Francine.

"I see you have gained weight" Francine said and pushed Christopher in front of her into the living room. Emily dragged Lorelai with her too and sat her on a chair in the middle of everything.

"Christopher, don't you have something to ask Lorelai" his mother said. He looked at his mother with a praying look in his eyes, but she just shook her head and pushed him in the back. He fell of the couch in front of Lorelai…

On one knee. He fumbled with something in his pocket and then he opened a little velvet box. A little diamond ring glimpsed, and Lorelai could feel the tears in her eyes.

Why didn't they just get it? She was not going to marry him. Never.

"Lorelai Victoria Gilmore… Will you marry me?" he spoke slowly.

And then it was like the whole room was cursed. Nobody said anything. They just awaited her answer. But he knew what the answer was. She knew what the answer was. They all knew what the answer was. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander back in time. To the day she found out she was pregnant.

She remembered the feeling inside of her. It was something she had never felt before in her entire life. A mix between all emotions. Joy, happiness, sadness. She had let her self down at some point and she regretted bitterly ever sleeping with him.

But then she starting thinking of all the happy things that could come out of this. She would no longer be alone in this world. She would have someone to share her happiness with, someone to share her broken heart with.

Then she thought of the time she told her parents. Their faces had turned red but neither of them had said anything. They just sat there at the dinner table starring at their food. After 30 minutes Richard got up and went into his office.

When he came back out he demanded that Lorelai would go to her room. It turned out that he had called the Haydens. And then hell broke loose.

"No" she said calmly.

"No, I won't" and then she just turned around and ran back to her room.

"Lorelai!" she heard somebody shout behind her, but she didn't listen. She just continued up the stairs and into her room where she locked the door.

She fell on the bed and cried bitterly. After ten minutes nobody had entered her room yet or knocked on the door.

As she was lying there she made a decision. She needed to get out of there as soon as possible. Lorelai wiped away the tears and then got up. She opened her closet and took out the best clothes she had. She then put it in a suitcase and was about to leave her room when her eyes fell on the dolls.

Slowly she approached them and put out her hands. But she didn't take Annie or Lilly or the red haired. She pushed some of them aside and took a small doll that had been sitting on the back of the shelf.

The girl's face reminded her of something, of someone. And then it hid her. The doll had the same face as Annie Lighten. The Angel girl in the graveyard. She had the same praying eyes and the same face shape. The doll's hair was brown and her eyes blue like the sea, just like Lorelai's.

'That's her' she thought. 'That's my daughter'

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