Look three chapters…..how good am I! I'm not to sure about this chapter coz I haven't really written violence before (there's not that much but you get the idea)

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I HATE CHRIS…..DEATH TO THE CHRIS! (hee hee)


It all happened so fast Rory barely had a chance to take everything in. as soon as she saw Chris charge down the corridor towards her Luke was after him, blocking his path to her as though he were a brick wall. She heard them talk but all she could see was how angry Chris looked, and how her mother must have seen something similar to that face before he attacked her. He looked as though he was in physical pain, his eyes were blood shot and she wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol or the fact that he was staring so intently at her.

He finally broke eye contact with her and looked at Luke; there was hardly space between them and no matter how much Chris tried to move him he refused. In a last ditch attempt to get to his daughter Chris swung for Luke. This time however Luke not only ducked his weak effort but also hit him square in the ribs. His cries sounded as though an animal had been hit by a car and neither Luke nor Rory felt the slightest bit of sympathy for him.

The oxygen had been expelled from his lungs and it felt like he was only breathing with one. His heart was pumping more blood to his muscles than they needed and his lungs were desperately trying to keep up with the demand. His vision was blurred and he could hardly make out the shape of the large object moving towards him at a fast speed. Blinking desperately to see what it was he finally made out a very livid looking Luke.

"I would and could kick the shit out of you but I'm better than that….I'm better than you….and I'm not so sure I want Rory to see me do that ….so…" picking Christopher up by his neck he gracefully carried him towards the door and with out hesitation threw him on the ground at his feet. "I'm telling you to go…..before I call the police."

It felt more than ironic that he was lying on the cold, hard, wet floor feeling as though he was one of the lowest things on the earth, when in fact he probably was. By the time he had collected him self enough to realize that he should probably get up Luke was long gone. He slowly shifted until he was lying on his back and looking up at the dark, black lifeless sky. It took him a while but he was standing again, the light from the doors behind him were gently illuminating the car park in front of him. He couldn't see what was in front of him and he realized that the feeling was more than familiar as he gradually made his way out towards the vast nothingness before him.

Even though Chris couldn't see Luke didn't mean Luke wasn't watching, as soon as he had thrown to the floor in a heap he had gone back inside the hospital entrance. It took Chris a further 15mins until he was finally standing and stable enough to walk. When all that could be seen of him was a faint outline Luke turned and walked back towards the waiting room to find Rory.

When he found no sign of Rory in the waiting room his whole body went into panic mode, he felt guilty enough that she had to see Chris after tonight and he would never forgive himself if something had happened to her. Trying to keep as calm as he could he started in the direction of Lorelai's room, hoping to find her with her mother.

She didn't stay around long enough to see Luke through Chris to the floor outside, by the time he was out of her line of sight she had practically ran towards her moms room. She didn't think it would be that hard to see him again, she thought she could see him and be strong for her mom. She realized just how strong her mom must be to be dealing with everything and at that moment she wanted noting more than to see her mom, to tell her how much she loved her.

Her tears were back again and she could hardly breathe for running and hiccupping down breaths to try and steady her steady flow of tears. Without hesitating she burst through the door and hardly noticed Emily sitting next to her mother's bed with fresh tears coating her cheeks.

"Rory?" she was so blind sighted but seeing her mother that she barely recognized her own name. With out a word she launched herself on to her mothers bed and threw her arms around her neck. She stood, silently breathing in the reassuring smell of her mother, reminding her of happier times.