A/N: I'm so sorry that I haven't written in such a long time. I've been busy and have been gathering ideas for all of my stories. This chapter is more of a filler than anything else so I'm sorry and I will try to get a new chapter up very soon. A lot sooner than this one was lol. I hope you like where this chapter and please review.
Shoot-Outs:
Danger1Zone1988: Unfortunately, I don't think I'm going to have an intervention scene. I may need some help on the AA stuff etc. but I'm not quite positive when. I'll get in touch with you if I do though. Thank you for the offer and thank you for the review!
Primesetter31: I'm glad you like it! I'm trying to put a lot of emotion into it because that's how life really is. Thank you for the review.
Tasha: I'm so sorry that you consider him a 'wife-beater'. I really didn't want to write it, but it had to be there. It will change. I promise. He will not always be the bad guy. In fact, in the next chapter, he won't be the bad guy at all. I'm so sorry that I didn't update soon, but school and life got in the way as well as not knowing what I wanted for the next chapter lol. I now have a pretty good idea of what will happen from here until at least the 6th or 7th chapter or more. Thank you for the review and I'm glad you like this story!
Brown-eyed-beauty87: I agree, Rolo's are good candy and an awesome 'ship. I'm so glad that you think this fic is awesome! Those were some really great words of encouragement! Thank you for the review!
Mrmp: I'm sorry I didn't update very soon. Stuff got in the way though. Thank you for the review!
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Chapter 4: Too Far
Logan sat alone on the hard, wood floor of the library. A glass of whiskey sat on his right side and a picture from his wallet of Rory and the kids on the other. Logan had been sitting, staring numbly at the small fire in front of him for nearly three hours and his mind had yet to calm down.
Logan grabbed the whiskey for the umpteenth time, though he had not taken even a sip yet, and turned it in his hands, studying it with hate and disgust. What was so important about this drink to lose his girl over it? He sighed and then picked up the picture too and studied it with remorse. His lips flickered into a trace of a smile as he remembered the day of that picture.
It had been his thirty-eighth birthday and Rory had insisted on throwing him a party like they did every year. He smiled fully now as he went back entirely to that day. He could almost feel the warm breeze of the September air. He could almost smell the food on the table in the shade. He could almost pinpoint where Rory had kissed him after he blew out his thirty-eight candles that Rory had again insisted on backed up by Bailey and Evelyn. How could he refuse his favorite girls in the entire world? Logan let that day play through his head as he saw his daughters laughing with Lorelai, Rory, and Lorelai's fourteen-year-old triplets. As he thought about their faces a tear ran down his cheek. How could he have been so stupid as to give that up?
As Logan ran though the rest of the events, his smile faded. He'd been on his fourth beer when he'd gone in the house to get more beer for the guys and himself. Rory had been preparing some food in the kitchen when she'd seen the beer in his hand. She'd started inquiring about it and how many he had drunk already. When he told her it was his fourth she'd begged him to stop drinking and had gotten angry when he wouldn't. He remembered her the look on her face as if it he'd seen it yesterday. It was so filled with emotion that he couldn't even say what it was that would correctly define it. However, in her eyes, he saw pain. Why hadn't he just stopped?
'Damn' he thought and he threw the glass of whiskey hard against the wall. He couldn't believe that he had let it get this far. He'd let it get far enough to lose Rory and nothing was worth that. He stood up and left the room not even bothering to clean up the shattered glass.
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"Hello, you've reached the Danes household. This is Paige Danes speaking." Paige said through the phone.
"Hey Paige, it's Rory. What's with the secretary act?" Rory asked as she sat down on her new bed.
"Dad won't let us answer the phone like mom anymore. We have to be nice and polite so I devised that technique." Paige explained.
Rory laughed.
"Can you put mom on the phone? I need to talk to her." Rory questioned.
"Sure."
Paige then went off in search of Lorelai. A minute later a voice came over the phone.
"First fruit of my loins." Lorelai happily called.
"Hey mom. I need to talk to you." Rory stated.
"Okay. Shoot."
"I moved out."
"What?"
"I moved out of my house?"
"Oh my God. Babe, what happened? What did he do?" Lorelai asked in a threatening tone.
"He was lying to me. He never even tried to get help. He only saw Dr. Handler once and hasn't attended any of the AA meeting." Rory said almost tearing up.
"Oh, hun. How'd you find out?"
"I found an e-mail that Dr. Handler sent to Logan. It told me everything I needed to know."
"I'm so sorry babe. Can I have Luke beat him up?"
Rory smiled at her mother's antics.
"No mom. He just needs to learn to take some responsibility, you know? I can't have him raising the kids this way though and I can't take it anymore."
"Okay. I'm sorry sweets. Where are you living though? You can stay here if you need to. I can have Luke pull out the couch bed right now if you want?"
"No actually, I found a little apartment in Huntington. I just called to tell you where you can find me and to ask you not to tell Logan. I don't want him around here."
"Okay. I wouldn't have told him anyway. I don't want him hurting my baby and grandbabies ever again."
"Thank you mom."
"Sure thing hun."
"Okay, well I have to go. Bailey just woke up and I need to talk to the girls about this. Bye mom."
"Bye sweets."
