Hit the Floor

When she was younger she used to be afraid of the dark and like most children she grew out of it. Scary monster were the least of your problems when you found yourself pregnant at sixteen. Her parents always told her she was being silly and that the dark was nothing to be scared of. Her father always said "Gilmore's aren't afraid of the dark" and it didn't take long until that was true. This time she had a whole new reason to be scared of the dark.

She could feel him near her. Even though he wasn't on top of her she knew he was there, watching her. She could hear rain. Does that mean im outside? was the only thing she could form her brain to think, in the dark. She could hear breathing. Is it mine? That would mean she was still alive, then why couldn't she wake up. She wanted that more than anything to wake up. In her own bed and realize that this was just a dream.

The ground she was laying on suddenly disappeared. She was being carried some where. But if she couldn't see where she was going then it must be him. Fear ran through her body as she tried to move. Please I don't want…. Her thought was cut short as she was placed back on solid ground and she hit the floor. It was raining and the ground beneath her was wet. She was outside. Her dress began to stick to her body and the hair that was over her face clung to her as though it were a hand.

The soothing feeling of the rain soon woke her from her thoughts. As she slowly opened her eyes a wave of pain hit her. She could only open her left eye all of the way and the familiar taste of copper was still present in her mouth. She didn't realize she was crying until she headed her self gently sobbing through the rain. Her tears were washed away by the rain as she couldn't tell if it was the rain or her tears that were clouding her vision.

She didn't know how long she had been lying there, to her it felt like days but in reality it was probably only minutes. She refused to let him beat her. She wasn't weak. He wasn't going to win. With adrenaline running through her veins instead of the pain from earlier she slowly sat up. This only made her aware of her new injuries she couldn't feel from earlier her stomach, her arm, her head, her lip, her legs. She willed her self to get up, to move, scream anything but lie there like a helpless victim, because that's what she was.

From her new position she could see where she was. Im at home…but …how? The question soon became lost to her as the pain rooted its self deep with in her and she lay back down.Her tears soon found her again and this time she knew she was crying, it eased the pain. From some where in the distance she could hear a voice, she didn't know if it was in her head as she was wishing someone would find her. No not someone, Rory. Her daughter, her love, her heart. But then the realization struck her. My daughter can't see me like this, I wont. I refuse to let him destroy her life as well as mine. With this new realization she rolled onto her side facing her house. With all of the strength she had she got herself on her hands and knees and dragged her self to the front porch. She could no longer feel the rain on her skin and it was an unwelcome feeling. The soothing cold of the water drowned any further hurt from her body. But without it felt like her skin was on fire.

She collapsed in front of her front door, unable to move any further on her own. She was beaten, mentally and physically. The noise she heard earlier soon became clear as the familiar sound of a car door slammed. Rolling onto her back to see who it was a beckon of hope was lit in side of her as her daughter began walking across the front lawn.

"Mom?"

Her heart melted as the fear in her daughters eyes became more apparent, she had always tried to protect her from things that she feared, like any good mother would. But now she was the thing that was causing all of the fear within her daughter and all of the strength she was trying to keep inside was gone. She began to cry once more. But this time she knew she was crying, the rain couldn't hide her tears any more. Almost immediately she could taste the salty familiarity on her lips. The sting it caused as it hit the cut on her lip made her jump. She wished more than anything that she could protect her daughter but it was not meant to be.

"Mom? MOM?" Rory's voice broke as she rushed to be next to her mother. The tears in her eyes began to fall and crash around her as the walls of her life began to fall. She reached the porch and was frozen to the spot, the rain had all but stopped now and she could hear her mother crying. She's alive. She still couldn't move. What's happened? why is she lying there? She was shaken from her thoughts as her mother started to move. She could see that her dress was wet, probably from the rain. She willed her self to be by her mother, and it worked she didn't even know she had moved until she realized she was kneeling by her mothers side.

Her tears began to fall more freely as Rory moved her hand to move the wet hair that had fallen on her mothers face. Her voice barely above a whisper she began to speak.

"Mom what happened?" as she began to move the hair out of her mothers eyes she soon realizes why her mother way lying on their front porch. Her right eye was black and swollen shut, she had a deep gash above her right eye on her forehead and her lip was swollen and still bleeding. The Gilmore's had never been the sort of people who would be lost for words but she couldn't say anything. Her eyes began to wander and she saw that her mothers dress was red and stained with blood, her own blood. The blows of every realization hit her and she felt as though she couldn't breath. Her wrists were bruised and her knuckles and fingers were red raw. From fighting back. She wasn't wearing any shoes and she could see the beginning of a bruise on her thigh. She closed her eyes willing the horrible image lying in front of her to go away. Reluctantly opening them again she was stuck with the realization that it was very much real.

She was silent for a long time before she began to string any kind of coherent thought together. "Mom we have to get you to hospital." Rory had always been mature for her age and at times it seemed as though she was the parent to her mother but in this situations all she wanted was her mom and it was the one thing she couldn't have.


So its my first fanfic so be nice plzzz, its takes place when Lorelai and luke aren't together so anytime before season 5.

R+R plz. I got the idea from a song called "hit the floor" by an English band called bullet for my valentine (gud song btw worth a listen)

oh and if you like it i can write more, i have nothing else to do lol