A/N: Hey people this is my first fanfic so well yeah. It contains SPOILERS for the season finale cliffhanger so beware if you don't want to be spoiled. Also I need a beta and if anyone is willing to help that would be great.
"I'm in, I am all in"
Those were the words he had said to her on their first date. The same night they had shattered the barrier between friends and lovers, the day she had put all the trust she had in his hands. That was before they began this game of Russian roulette, before Rory dropped out of Yale, before she had proposed to him, before he had said yes, before April, before all those hateful words had been said, and before her life was turned upside down by one innocent mistake.
It was her fault. Simple as that.
She was lost in a sea of hopelessness only this time she couldn't quip her way through and come out unscathed.
A month before:
She woke up in what she assumed was her and Luke's bed. Sunlight poured through the windows. She slowly opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling but noticed something was different. She was not in Luke's flannel shirt (in fact she was wearing nothing at all), she was not in Luke's bed, and she was defiantly not feeling well.
The smell of cheap cologne wafted through the air. The scent was vaguely familiar but she could not place it. She had no recollection of the night before only that there had been drinking involved and that she was now in desperate need of some aspirin. She turned in the stiff bed and her eyes dilated when she saw Chris snoring happily beside her with a dopey grin on his face.
The pieces of the puzzle slowly clicked together. She had slept with Christopher. The details of the night before were still very fuzzy and although she knew she had been drinking she could not detect the scent of alcohol on Chris's breathe. This drew her to ask herself a question. Had Chris taken advantage of her?
She got up with a sheet tightly clutched around her (after all who knew where that little brat GiGi was). She hobbled over to the bathroom to find a bottle of something to help cure her headache but was only reminded of what had happened. She was staring at the mirror and she looked awful. Her hair was messed up and her mascara was running down her cheeks, she had obviously been crying.
She couldn't deal with this. She rushed out of the bathroom hurriedly picked up her clothes and began getting dressed before Christopher woke up. She grabbed her keys and was about to head for the door when she had onea sickening realization hit her.
They hadn't used protection.