A/N: I just want everyone to know a few things.
This IS a Sophie/Rogan/Rory-Logan/RoLo…
Rory did try to get Logan some help six months ago. Her daughters did not know. I forgot to include that in the other chapter…er, actually it just didn't ever seem to fit.
Rory was brushed her teeth, changed into her Hello Kitty pajamas, and washed her face in the bathroom in Logan's and her bedroom. As she was drying her face when the bruise on her cheek caught her attention. Her daughter's words started to run through her mind. 'You said it would get better! You promised!…Dad hit you, mom!…You said he would never hurt you; would never hurt us!…Mom, Dad's a drunk! Why are you protecting him!…He needs help!…We need you!' Rory laid her head in her heads. Evelyn was right; Rory knew it. Something had to be done. The Logan that she loved so much was gone. He had disappeared right in front of her and she had let him. Not only that, but he was now taking her down with him. Rory fell to the floor and began to sob heavily.
An hour later Rory sat on her bed in silence contemplating what she was supposed to do. She walked downstairs and got on the computer to do some work to try to take her mind off of Logan. When Rory got on, a window was already up. It was Logan's e-mail account. Rory wondered why Logan's e-mail was up. He hadn't been home at all that day or night. Suddenly the computer dinged and a new e-mail came up. The subject and sender caught Rory's attention. The e-mail was sent by Dr. Michael Handler, the therapist that Rory had sent Logan to so that he could get over being an alcoholic. The subject read: Missing meetings. Rory opened the e-mail and read it.
Dear Mr. Huntzberger,
You have missed the last three sessions that I have set up for you. My friend Marcus has told me that you have also missed the last five support group sessions. I would like to know if you are either discontinuing this help program or if the latest reschedule was not good for you. I would also like to know if I might reschedule some new meetings with you on a convenient date for you. It would be nice to get to know you better after only seeing you twice in the last six months. Please contact me as soon as possible for your next appointment.
Thank you,
Dr. HandlerRory was shocked and angry. Logan had lied to her? He said he had been going to the meetings for the last six months. How could he do this? Rory exited the account and went back up to her room. She sat back on her bed and knew only one thing. She had to go. She had to get away from this house; away from him. Her daughters needed to live better than they were now. She didn't want her children to grow up without a father, but Logan just couldn't be the father they needed now. She took a deep breath and grabbed a few suitcases. She packed as much as she could fit into the suitcases and then walked into Evelyn's room. She sat down on the bed next to her and ran her fingers through her soft brown curls. Evelyn stirred and blinked her eyes open to see her mom sitting next to her.
"Mom?" Evelyn questioned in a disoriented state.
"Hey, baby." Rory swallowed as Evelyn sat up. "You were right hon. This needs to stop…We're leaving. I need you to pack as much as you can, okay?"
Evelyn stared at her mother as if she was a lunatic.
"Leaving? Where are we going? It's midnight…What are you talking about?"
"Yes, leaving. I don't know where or how long, I just know we need to go. Just pack everything and anything. Necessities and valuable items first. You'll need clothes and blankets and medicines and everything. Come on get up!"
Rory pulled Evelyn up and hurried her to get packed and dressed. Once Evelyn was moving on her own and had gotten over the shock, anger, and confusion, Rory left to get Bailey. Rory decided to pack Bailey's things for her and then proceeded to wake Bailey up too.
Logan hopped of the jet at ten o'clock the next morning. He was eager to get home and just relax for a little while before going back to work. Frank picked him up at the airport and drove him to his house. Logan got out of the car and walked up to the door. He reached out his hand and tried to turn the handle. It wouldn't move. He wondered why the door was locked, but passed it off as nothing. Maybe Rory had gone out for a little while.
He grabbed his keys and unlocked the door. He walked inside and turned around to hang up his jacket and set down his briefcase. When he turned back around to face the room, he was confused by what he saw. Pictures, furniture, blankets, decorative pieces, and much more were either misplaced, in boxes, or gone. He walked through the house and it was the same in every room. When he went to Rory's and his room, he found that only his stuff was left. In the girls' rooms, there was almost nothing left. He was walking back downstairs in a state of shock when he walked past the answering machine with a note on it that read: Listen to the message. Logan pushed the button and Rory's voice came over the speaker.
"Hi, Logan. I left. You've probably noticed that by now. The girls came too. Don't look for us, okay? We just need some time away. I don't know how long, but for you and me… it could be forever…You denied having problems even when I could see it in your face that you knew. When you finally gave in…well, I just found out that you didn't really. How could you lie to me about getting help?…Well, it doesn't matter anymore. Until your better, and I mean sober and having time for your family, we're through…I don't even know if we can go back from there or not. Anyway, get help and be safe. I'll always love you, but I need time. Good-bye Logan."
