Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. Enough said.

A/N: I feel bad for making Logan such a jerk. Oh well, that's life. The italics are her anti-Logan thoughts. You'll see what I mean. Oh! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I love love love you all.

I hugged my coat tight as I hurried down the street, glancing between the piece of paper in my hand and the street signs. Thoughts were racing through my mind so fast I could barely keep myself together. I was internally arguing with myself. What would I do about Logan?

How could Logan hit me?

It wasn't his fault. He was mad.

Still, he should've never done that.

He was drunk.

It was wrong.

It won't happen again.

What if it does?

He didn't mean to do it.

So? He could still do it again.

He was sorry.

It's wrong.

Who cares? Who else do you have left?

I don't need him.

Yes you do.

I had reached the place. The guy was just closing up. It was a little past 11. He looked at me skeptically and turned to face me. "The store's closing. Besides, I don't think we'd have anything here that you'd be interested in."

This guy didn't know me. He just saw my dress and hair and makeup. He had absolutely no idea I'd been reading since I could walk. I'm probably better read than he was. "Please sir, I know that you have this book here. And I really need it."

"Why?"

"Just please." I couldn't explain why I needed the book so badly, but I did. I ached for the book. I longed to hold it and read it. It was something Jess wrote. He sat down and took the time to write it and think about it. It's amazing. I couldn't, and still can't believe he did it. I always knew he had it in him but I never expected him to actually write a book.

"How about you tell me the book, and I'll tell you if we have it?" He still didn't believe I was capable of reading anything other than Cosmo or Vogue.

"I'm looking for The Subsect. By Jess Mariano." I said proudly. I was so proud of Jess.

"The Subsect. Wow. Yeah, we have it. Come on in."

He unlocked the door and let me in. I practically ran to the M authors section.

There was his book. It was solid. And there was more than one copy of it! I couldn't believe it. More people would see this book here would find it, touch it, read it. It was amazing.

I took one copy of the shelf and opened it. The dedication page. My heart skipped a beat hoping that he would dedicate it to me.

To my Uncle Luke. Who taught me what family really means and tried to help me. I'll never fully appreciate how much you did for me, even though I didn't realize it at the time. I'm sorry for any mean thing I've ever said to you.

My eyes had welled with tears of happiness and I grabbed another copy off the shelf. There were still some more, so I grabbed those too. I smiled as I came up with an idea. Besides, all the money would go to Jess, and they could always order some more. In fact, I figured that the more copies that were bought, the more they would make.

I carried all seven copies up to the front.

"Are you buying all the copies?" The guy asked, surprised.

I nodded, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"Why?" He questioned, confused

"I know some other people that would want to read this."

I handed him the money and thanked him and left. Then I headed back to the hotel.

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The next morning Logan and I were in his car on the way back to Hartford. We were about ten minutes away from my grandparents' house and I was reading Jess's book.

"What is it with you and that book?" Logan inquired, glancing at me and then back at the road.

"What do you mean?" I closed the book and clutched it to my chest.

"You haven't put it down all day. And I think you fell asleep holding it."

"It's just a really good book." I replied innocently.

"Is it what's his name... Jess. Is it Jess's book?"

"Yes, as a matter of a fact it is."

"Figures," Logan mumbled, under his breath.

"You sound jealous." I looked at Logan and he rolled his eyes. "You are! You're jealous of Jess because he wrote a book and he's doing something with his life and you're just you dad's lapdog. He's doing what he wants to with his life and you're stuck on the conveyor belt."

"That is not true."

"Yes it is. I can tell. Just look at you. You're jealous because Jess is everything you wish you were."

"Get out of my car."

"What?"

"Get out of my car!" Logan slammed on the brakes and turned to me. "If you're going to talk to me like that I want you out of my car." I sat there stunned and he pushed me into the door. "Go!"

I opened the door and stepped outside. "This is it Logan. It's over. I've put up with you and your childish antics long enough and now we're through!" I slammed the door and started walking, holding my head up high even as Logan sped past me.

I knew he would do it again.

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It took me a while to get home. Gilmore girls aren't ones for exercise after all.

The second I stepped into my grandparent's house I was greeted with a loud and extremely unpleasantscreech.

"Lorelai Leigh Gilmore!"

"Yes Grandma?"

"Where have you been? You were supposed to be here 20 minutes ago!"

"Grandma, can we not do this now? I'm not in a very good mood."

"No Rory, we will do this right now. Why are you home so late? Why do you look all rumpled? Why didn't Logan drop you off? And for God's sake Rory, why are you clutching that book so tightly?"

"I just broke up with Logan, okay? Can we please just talk later?" I left the house and started to head out to the pool house, Grandma hot on my trail.

"Why did you and Logan break up? He was such a nice boy. He comes from a good family. I swear, you and your mother are impossible. If someone comes from high society you just can't date them. God forbid that you're Grandfather and I approve of someone. That's like the kiss of death. Oh no, you can't settle for someone who can provide you with what you need. You have to go find some ratty boy who will never make you happy. I can't believe you. You just couldn't stay with Logan, just like your mother couldn't stay with Christopher. She at least owed it to us considering we helped her out when she was pregnant. She just had to make a mistake and get pregnant then run off. I'm sure she'll be very proud of you for breaking up with Logan and refusing our lifestyle. I tried to help you. We've been kind enough to let you stay."

I spun around angrily and I could tell even the great Emily Gilmore looked slightly frightened by the fire in my eyes. "So I'm a mistake? I'm a failure? I'm sorry I broke up with Logan but it couldn't work out. Why not, you ask. He's so nice, he's such a good boy, you say. He hit me Grandma. He hit me! How's that for nice?" My voice filled with sarcasm and bitterness, "Oh, I'm sure you overreacting, you say. You could never imagine the great Logan Huntzberger doing something like that. How about I show you my bruises, huh? How about I show you the bruise from where he pushed me into a table? Or when he punched me in the arm? Or from when he kicked me out of his car? I'm sorry Grandma. I'm sorry I'm such a failure and I'll never be the perfect trophy wife like you. The wife that sits around, planning stupid parties and going to stupid meetings and joining stupid clubs. Well I'm leaving. I'm moving out and you won't ever have to deal with me burdening you ever again. Goodbye Emily."

I opened the sliding door to the pool house then slid it shut after me and locked it. I could hear Emily pounding on the door demanding that I opened it.

I ran around the room in frenzy, grabbing my stuff and packing it up. It didn't take me long before I had everything neatly packed. Solving all my mother's packing crises in the past definitely paid off.

I snuck out the back to the pool house and after about 7 trips I had all my things stuffed into my trunk and backseat and passenger's seat of my car.

The strings had snapped and I was free to go.