A/N: SURPRISE! Okay, here's the second chapter! Once again, credit goes to JustLikeAGilmore and of course, my favorite, purpleribbons. She wrote the fight scene. So yeah, that's pretty much it folks. Like I said, reviews keep me going, so keep reviewing! By the way, the reviews on the first chapter made me glow!

Disclaimer: Don't own…anything.

On with the story…

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Chapter 2: It's My Fault Liar

Rory's POV

I ran towards Dean, not chancing a look back at Jess fearing Dean's reaction. Once I reached him he grabbed my forearm tightly and yanked me to him. He leaned his head down and whispered to me fiercely, "Follow me; we need to have a discussion."

I followed Dean to his house. I didn't dare turn and look anywhere but the ground. I walked up his front steps and into the foyer of his home. Never have I ever been so afraid of something in my life. I stood next to the stairs as Dean made sure no one was home. When he was positive, he turned to me. Those brown eyes that had once been so soft and so full of love stared down at me with a hardness I had never seen. I swear I shrank about twenty feet. He made me feel so small as he stared down at me.

Lifting his hand and holding it in place, he opened his once caring mouth, "What were you doing with another guy?"

His voice wasn't something I had come to succumb to in my fear. Dean whipped his hand across my face and I knew the make up I had had on wouldn't cover the new mark. He shoved me to the wall and I just bit my tongue. Anything I may have said, he would have used against me.

"You know, Rory, if you weren't so bad, I wouldn't have to do this," he said getting in my face then kissed me full on the mouth, "You know I love you right?"

"Yeah," I managed to squeak as he lifted me off the floor and put his hands around my neck. I didn't fight. Maybe if he killed me now, maybe then I'd be free, was what I had been thinking at the time.

"Come on Rory; tell me what makes him so great?" Dean asked throwing me on the floor again. I took in a sharp breath as I felt something crack in my arm where I had caught myself. My elbow banged into the metal stair rail and I landed sprawled out on his foyer floor. Dean laid on me, making my arm hurt even more. He kissed me again and stood to open the door. As I scrambled to leave, he smiled sweetly.

"Love you babe and remember," he said the last words in a whisper, "you brought this on yourself."

I nodded mutely and gave him a kiss on the cheek before scurrying home, my hand held to my cheek, to cover up any new marks that had been made. I ignored the pain in my arm knowing it wouldn't matter if I didn't get that new handprint covered before anyone saw.

But it was my fault anyway.

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After I had sufficiently covered any new marks, I tended to my arm. I examined it the best I could, but decided that I probably needed a cast. I called my mom, told her I had tripped while walking home and needed to go to Patient First. She was worried, but sent me off to get casted; luckily she didn't feel the need to go. Albeit, it took a lot of pleading on my part to make her stay at work instead of tagging along.

After hanging up with her and getting ready to leave, I realized that I had no means of transportation. I sighed and walked to Luke's. As I entered, the bell jingled above my head and I took a deep breath breathing in the familiar scent.

"Luke," I called as I sat at the counter, careful not to bump my arm.

"Oh, hey Rory," he greeted and started to fill a cup of coffee.

"Oh, no thanks. I was just going to ask if you could maybe drive me to Patient First. I think I broke my wrist," I asked as casually as possible.

"What!? Of course, let's go!" Luke immediately responded. And he was about to leave, but abruptly stopped, "I can't leave the diner. Do you mind if Jess drives you? I'm so sorry Rory, but as you can see, the diner is swamped and Caesar's not here."

"Oh, yeah, that's…fine, I guess," I spoke hesitantly.

Luke nodded and went to the stairs. He called Jess down and I waited darty-eyed for him to appear. Once he reached the bottom of the steps, he immediately locked his gaze with mine. Although, after five seconds of his intense stare, I broke our gridlock and looked down at my feet. He took the truck keys from Luke and I followed him out the door.

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The car ride was drenched in uncomfortable silence. The tension was palpable and I didn't know how to fix it, so I stared out the window, trying to hold in my tears of pain. My arm was seriously starting to hurt. It had been a dull pain at first, I assume, because pain was searing to other parts of my body, but now that all other pain had ceased, my arm was throbbing and radiating throughout my entire arm.

As a lone tear escaped from my eye, I whimpered in pain and held my arm tightly to my stomach as an intense pain shot through my arm. Jess' head shot over in what I assumed was concern.

"You okay?" he asked indifferently.

I sniffled and wiped at my eyes, "My arm just hurts really badly," I answered as more tears leaked out.

He placed a soothing hand on my knee and squeezed lightly, "We're almost there."

I nodded mutely and watched the scenery play out before me.

Jess' hand remained on my knee the entire ride.

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Three hours later we were led back to an examining room. By then though, sobs were wracking my body at the utter pain radiating through my arm. Jess was doing his best to console me, but it was proving futile. The rest of my body was writhing trying to make the pain go away. Whatever the hell was wrong must be bad because it hurt like no pain I had ever felt before.

Finally, a doctor came in to see me. I wiped my tears and calmed down enough to answer some questions.

"Hello…" he started.

"Rory," Jess filled in for him.

"Hello Rory, I'm going to ask you a few questions okay?"

I nodded mutely and he continued.

"How did you injure your arm?"

I had thought about what I planned to tell the doctor the entire ride there.

"I was walking home and tripped. I tried to catch myself and I heard a crack."

"Okay, and on a scale from one to ten, one being the least amount of pain and ten being the highest, please rate your state of pain."

"Ten," I answered tearfully as I squeezed Jess' hand with my good arm. He rubbed his thumb over my knuckles methodically trying to soothe me.

"Where exactly does it hurt?"

"It starts here," I pointed to a specific place on my wrist, "but radiates through my entire arm. I also get shooting pains up my forearm that travel all the way to my shoulder."

"Alright, I'm going to feel around and see if I can get a feel for what's wrong okay?"

I nodded again and held out my arm for him. He started poking around and when it hurt I winced and squeezed Jess' hand. When he was done, I was in tears once again and Jess had started to rub my back.

"We're going to send you for x-rays and when we get them back we'll fully assess the damage," he gave me a lingering, doubtful stare, "You must have taken a pretty bad fall," he said skeptically, "If I'm right, you've fractured your arm in three different places, and chipped your elbow. The chip on your elbow would cause the shooting pain."

"Yeah, it was a very sudden fall. I didn't even realize the crack in the sidewalk," I lied.

"Who are you in relation to Miss. Gilmore?" the doctor directed to Jess.

"A friend," he answered soberly.

"Were you with her when the accident occurred?"

He looked at me and my eyes were pleading with him to go along with this story that he knew I had made up. Stars Hollow streets don't have cracks.

"No, I was working at my uncle's diner. She came in and asked for a ride because her mom's working," he answered, eyes locked with the doctors. It was as if they were silently communicating through their eyes.

I don't know what they were saying, but eventually they broke contact and the doctor left the room with a statement that a nurse would be in soon to give me pain killers and take me to the x-ray room.

Jess stayed silent for the rest of the visit. He held my hand through most of it, or rubbed my back if the pain got bad enough. The doctor had been right; I fractured my radius and two different bones in my wrist. Also, upon impact, my ulna slammed into my humerus which caused the radiating pain that reached my shoulder. He also said that I must have slammed my elbow into the ground as I fell because there was a small chip. This also meant that I had bone chips floating around which were hitting nerves and causing the brunt of the pain. In conclusion, I had to have my humerus popped back into place which caused my ulna to go back into place also, I need a cast for my forearm and wrist and a sling to help my shoulder heal. After my arm had healed, they would have to do surgery on my arm to get the bone chips out, until then, I was prescribed OxyContin for the pain. I was told to schedule an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon and they would talk about what the whole plan would be.

Then, he asked the dreaded question.

"May I speak to you alone Rory?" the doctor asked me.

Jess looked at me and I nodded. He gave a short nod and walked out of the room.

"Miss. Gilmore…all signs and injuries, I'm afraid, point to abuse. Is someone abusing you Miss. Gilmore?" the doctor asked gently.

I took a couple moments to contemplate my answer, "No, I told you I tripped."

"Your friend out there, is he abusing you?" he asked me, but I could tell he didn't believe for a second that it was Jess. He had acted to caring to be my abuser.

"No, no one is abusing me," I lied adamantly.

He sighed heavily and wrote something down, "Okay, here is the prescription for your oxycotton," he handed me a slip of paper and left.

I saw him stop right outside the door and talk to Jess. Jess responded and the doctor nodded and gave Jess a couple papers. Jess nodded and gave a doctor a half smile. The doctor walked away and Jess entered the room again. I smiled slightly at him and he nodded back at me. He hadn't uttered a word to me beside the occasional 'Are you okay?' since the car and it made me nervous. I let it go and followed him out to the car in silence.

The ride home was quiet save for the hum of the radio in the background. I used this time to reflect on my life and what I was going to tell my mom when I got home.

The thoughts running through my brain consisted of thoughts of pain, guilt, love, anxiousness, and fear. The pain in my arm, guilt that I had caused Dean to do this, love for Dean, my mom, Luke, and even Jess for caring about me, anxiousness for the lie I'm going to have to tell my mom, and fear that things could get worse.

Finally, he spoke, just as he pulled into Luke's parking spot, "That doctor didn't believe a word you told him back there; better sound more convincing with your mother."

He was completely noncommittal and indifferent as he spoke these words. I sighed and accepted my fate as the worst liar ever.

It was going to be a long night…

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A/N: Okay, so suckiest ending known to man, but give me a break! All of the medical stuff is mostly true. I was prescribed OxyContin from the ER once for my knee and they do have to do surgery if you chip a bone. What I'm not sure about is if they would do the surgery before or after the bone is healed and if that whole ulna to humerus thing is plausible. I give credit where credit is due: basis idea credit goes to JustLikeAGilmore and co-writer credit goes to purpleribbons, also known as my favorite. Reviews are love so press the pretty little button!