A/N: I am venturing into this chapter without my co-writer at the moment. So, with that said, bear with me if it's not as good as usual. I love you all and would like to thoroughly thank you for all of the awesome reviews we get for this story!

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Chapter 5: Memories & 911 Calls

Jess' POV

I decided to take a book and go to the bridge to read. I just needed to get my mind off of everything. I haven't even been here a month and I'm already involved in a slue of complicated situations.

I sat down on the bridge and opened my worn copy of Oliver Twist. I got to the second chapter and couldn't concentrate anymore. I threw the book down next to me and lay back on the bridge. My feet were dangling off the edge and my back was flat, I looked up at the sky. Millions of thoughts sifted through my brain.

Memories of my mom and her boyfriends floated through and then my last and worst memory of her wafted in.

"Tommy please," Lizzie begged.

"You brought this on yourself bitch," Tommy sneered and slapped my mother across the face. I could hear the slap resound from in my room.

"Please…" she pleaded, "Please just stop. I promise I'll be good."

"You know good rotten whore-faced slut," Tommy screeched and I heard the pain in my mom's strangled cries as he forcefully pounded himself into her.

I could hear each hit and each weak cry that emitted from my mother. I jumped up and started pacing my room. I punched the wall opposite of my mom's and grabbed my phone off the nightstand. I called Tabitha.

"Hello?" she answered sleepily.

"Tab," I croaked.

"Again?" she whispered sorrowfully.

"Rape," I let out.

"I'm calling the cops," she said adamantly.

"No, Tab," I tried, but couldn't finish my thought.

"No buts, this is ending right now," she stated firmly.

I nodded even though she couldn't see me, "Let me do it."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

With that, we hung up and I dialed 911 with shaky hands.

I answered the operator's questions and gave her my address. She told me an ambulance and police were on their way and we hung up.

Ten minutes later the cops were banging on our door and I went to answer it. I pointed them to my mother's door and two minutes after they arrived, Tabitha burst in. she embraced me tightly and kissed me lightly on the lips. I kissed her back and held her face against my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her neck and she wrapped her arms around my back in a comforting sensation. I buried my face in her jet black big, loose curls and let silent tears escape my eyes and get lost in her hair. She held me close and cradled my head in her hand as sobs wracked my shoulders. I moved my arms to her back and held her as close as possible.

No words were shared as she stood and comforted me. I told the police the number of my uncle and that was the last time I stepped foot in my apartment. I stayed at Tabitha's until it was time for me to go to Stars Hollow. And here I am.

Tabitha and I had been very close before I came to Stars Hollow. I haven't talked to her since I've been here, but I should probably call her. We broke up before I left, but she's still a big part of my life.

We were lying in her bed, her head resting on my chest as she lay on her stomach. Her arm was thrown haphazardly across my chest and my fingers ran absentmindedly through her hair.

"Tabby," I started.

"Yeah Jess?"

"What are we going to do when I go to Stars Hollow?"

I felt her shrug against me, "I don't know. What do you think is best?"

"I love you TayBay, you know that…but I just think it would be best for the both of us if we broke up. I won't be coming back to New York and I'm not going to make you come down to Stars Hollow," I explained and I could feel her crying, "Don't cry Tabs. We'll definitely call each other and keep in touch. I just don't think staying in a relationship would be realistic."

I wiped at my eyes and got up deciding it was time to go home and call my TayBay. She would know exactly what to do in a situation like this.

I walked home quickly, shot right up the stairs and grabbed the phone. I dialed a number I had memorized five years ago and waited for my TayBay to pick up.

"Hello?" a distracted voice picked up.

"Hey Miss. Delores, it's Jess, is Tabitha home?" I asked politely and I heard her drop something, probably the remote.

"Jesse Mariano? Aw, how ya doing Hunnie? How's Stars Hollow? And why haven't we heard from you?"

I chuckled at her surprise, "I'm sorry, things have been hectic down here. I like it here though. So, is Tabby home?"

"Of course darling, let me get her," she answered and I could here her yell for Tabitha in the background. Then, I heard running, someone tripping, Miss. Delores laughing, and finally, an out of breath Tabitha Martin came on the phone.

"Hello," she said breathily.

"Hey TayBay," I said, my voice low and emotion-filled.

"Jess, it's really you," she breathed out, "Why didn't you call earlier?"

I sighed, "I've got a lot to tell you."

"Tell me everything," she requested and I settled into my bed to tell my story.

"Well, I met this girl…"

Twenty minutes later, I had finished my story.

"Holy fuck. Jesus Christ Mariano! Everywhere you go you find some fucking abused chick to rescue," Tabitha exclaimed as I finished.

"I know, I know. Now what should I do?" I asked her.

I heard her sigh deeply, "You know what you have to do Jess Mariano," she whispered.

"Yeah, but I don't know if I can do it again," I whispered back.

"You have to and you know it. Her mother needs to know baby," she told me.

I sighed and ran a hand down my face, "I know."

"Alright then, go tell her," she said sternly.

"Okay, okay, jeez," I replied.

"I love you," she sighed into the phone.

"I love you, too, TayBay," I replied and then there was silence.

"Go tell her mother," Tabitha finally said.

"Alright," I relented, "Bye."

"Bye," she said and we hung up.

I put the phone down and took a deep breath. I got up from my bed and started on my way to the Independence Inn. I told Luke I'd be back to close up for him and walked out the diner door.

I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket and my lighter from the other. I put the cigarette in my mouth and lit it up. I took a deep breath and let out the smoke. Halfway down Plum St. I threw my cigarette out and then looked up to see a motionless body on someone's front step. I looked around and noticed that this was the street I had first walked down the first day I was here.

Realizing this, I also remembered that that front porch was Dean's house and sprinted up the stairs to see that the motionless body was none other than Rory Gilmore. I carefully gathered her in my arms and pulled her cell phone from her pocket.

First, I called 911 and told them they needed to send an ambulance and the police to 1501 Plum St., Stars Hollow. I answered their questions and then hung up with them. The next number, I had to look for in her phone. I found Independence Inn and pressed send.

"Hello, Independence Inn Michel speaking, may I help you?" a French man answered.

"Hi, this is Jess Mariano I need to speak to Lorelai Gilmore, it's urgent," I said quickly into the phone.

"One moment," he replied snottily and I heard him call for Lorelai.

"Independence Inn, Lorelai speaking," Lorelai answered.

"Lorelai, it's Jess. Look, I'll explain everything when you get here, but Rory's passed out on Dean's front steps. I called the ambulance and they'll be here soon. You need to get down here."

"What!? Jess what is going on?" she cried.

"Just get down here Lorelai!" I snapped and I heard the dial tone.

Ten minutes later I heard sirens and two minutes after that, Lorelai's jeep screeched to a halt in front of the Forrester's home. She jumped out of the car and ran to our side. Just as she had gotten to her knees beside us, the ambulance and police pulled up.

Because of the noise—I'm assuming—Dean emerged from the house just as Rory was being carried away on a stretcher.

"What the hell did you do to her!?" Lorelai screamed at the top of her lungs. She went to lunge at him, but I held her back.

"What are you talking about Lorelai?" Dean said, a dumbfounded look adorning his face.

"Don't fucking play dumb you jackass!" I put in.

"Stay away from my daughter," Lorelai gritted out and wrenched out of my hold to get into the ambulance with Rory.

I turned back around to face Dean and sneered at him, "You can't cover this one up asshole," I seethed. I walked down to a policeman not holding a gun pointed at Dean and started talking.

It was going to be a long couple of days…

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A/N: Okay, not as long as normal, but I went into this thing alone. This written solely by me, Just A Girl Of The Hollow x3. Of course, I'll be sending this to the lovely purpleribbons for approval, but I wrote this. I am sick and feel like crap so you guys are lucky I had a good idea. Reviews are love so press the pretty little button!

A/N: I feel soo guilty that Just A Girl Of The Hollow x3 did this by herself. But she did an incredible job, right? She had the idea and flew with it! I've been uber busy over the holiday weekend. Plus I'm, sadly, preparing to start the new 10th grade year!!