Chapter 8

I sat in my room. Boy was it lonely in this house. The interior had changed yet again. The living room now consisted of Picasso's (A/N: is that how you spell it?) while the kitchen was completely re- done. The only thing that was the same was my room. They hadn't bothered to change it, knowing that no one would see it. My parents were at another benefit. Du Grey's always have to keep their appearances up. On my desk sat her letter. I had intended on opening it when I had got home, only to be called down by my parents. After about 10 minutes of meaningless talk about school, I finally retreated to my room. I got up off the bed and picked up the letter. I took it out from the envelope that had previously contained Lorelai's letter. I unfolded it and my eyes landed on 2 smudge marks. I think they were from tears. Her tears. I began to read the letter.

Dear Tristan,

I miss you. Well I guess I have some explaining to do, don't I? I asked mom not to tell you after she read her letter. I wanted to do it myself. Well here goes. I was scared. I'm still scared. I don't know what's going to happen to me, but I know you don't deserve the pain that will come from me staying. I need you to stop worrying all the time. I need you to concentrate in school. I need you to just trust me. I'll be fine.

For some reason, every time I check my bank account there's more money in there. Isn't that strange? Do you have anything to do about it? chuckle Yes, that was me chuckling. When I'm all better, I'll come home, but for now, this is where I need to be. Just know that I love you.

Love Always,

Rory.

I had so many questions for her. How could she possible think that by leaving I would stop worrying? I would much rather her here with me, then her all alone dealing with this by herself. I re- read the letter her letter over and over again. Then after reading it for what seemed the 100th time, it hit me. Her bank account. She was taking money out somewhere. I could pull some strings, make a few phone calls and find out where she was taking out the money. With that set in my mine I picked up the phone and started to dial. Rory, I will find you!

New York was what I expected. Everyone was always running around. I for one, stayed in most of the time, except for when it was necessary. When I did go out, it was only so I could get groceries and for treatments. I would get on a bus, go to the bank to get some money. Then I would go back onto the bus and get off at a stop be a nearby grocery store. I would get enough food to last me a week. I didn't eat much anyways. The treatments always made me loose my appetite. I had just taken out some money and was walking back to the bus stop when some stranger camp up to me. I didn't live in a good part of town or anything. I had figured I only had so much money so I found a cheap place. Well being the dump of a neighborhood this was, the guy came up behind me and pushed me up against a nearby wall.

"Give me all your money!"

"I don't have any." I was panicked. I was scared beyond belief.

"Now don't lie to me. I saw you go into the bank and take some money out. Come on girlie, cough it up"

"I told you I don't have any." I pleaded. I didn't know what to do, but I was sure as hell I didn't want to give him my money.

"Are you going to make me hurt you?"

"Look, I told you, I don't have any money."

"OK, that's it! I tried to be nice, I really did, but you didn't want to cooperate. Looks like I'm going to have to hurt you after all." I saw him raise his arm and I closed my eyes. I waited for the contact, but it never came. Instead, I heard a grunt and something hit the ground. I opened my eyes and gasped at what I saw.