Wow I got a lot of questions with the last chapter. You'll just have read and find out what happens.

I realize that this is a sensitive subject area. I am trying to not offend anyone here or anything like that. I apologize if that happens.

Now might be a good time to point out that Chris and Lorelai are dating, but not married and not engaged.

The Truth

Chapter Two

Rory stood in front of the doorway of her and Paris' dorm, trying to gather up the courage to venture outside. Normally this was not so hard to do. Normally Rory would have rushed out that door, excited to get to her classes. But the night before something definitely not normal and definitely not exciting had happened to Rory and made the prospect of rushing off into the world much less appealing than it normally was.

And so there Rory stood. Her brunette hair cascading past her shoulders, her cheeks unusually pink, and her breath coming in much quicker than her heart would have liked to allow.

"Either you're trying to open that door using telekinesis or having some kind of weird seizure. Tell me if it's the second one or not because I have a class to get to and I can't afford to be late."

Rory turned to look at Paris, who was watching her somewhat impatiently, satchel hanging over her shoulder. An idea came to her. "Mind if I walk with you?"

"You don't have my physics class."

"I know."

"Whatever," Paris said, already walking out the door.

Rory quickly followed her.

"So where were you yesterday?"

"Huh?" Rory stammered nervously.

"You missed Professor Darlington's class. You sick or something? Oh my God, don't tell me you went to see Logan?"

"I was sick," said Rory quickly.

"You're feeling better now? I can't afford to be sick."

"I'm fine. Thanks.

"Are you sure? What was it you had? This is important Rory."

"God, Paris, I'm fine just drop it," Rory snapped impatiently.

"What's up with you?" Paris asked biting back the remark on her tongue as she sensed something might be wrong with her friend. "You're acting really weird today."

"I'm just tired. I have to go Paris I'll see you later." The brunette walked off before she could say anything.

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Rory cursed at herself for the hundredth time that day. She hadn't been able to get herself to concentrate at all, and it was only lunch. Twice she had gotten scolded by professors for zoning out in class and her notes, well, let's not even go there. She was currently sitting behind a mound of books in the cafeteria, pouring over the finely written text and a set of notes a girl had agreed to let her borrow for the night and for which Rory was infinitely grateful.

"Damn it," Rory said, as the pen she'd been writing with suddenly decided it was much too good for her and stopped supplying her with ink. She shook the pen up and down, attempting to get it back.

"Better be careful Ace you'll take someone's eye out with that thing."

Rory nearly screamed as her boyfriend's hand touched her shoulder.

"You okay?" Logan laughed, sitting down next to her. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you," he said, leaning in for a kiss.

Rory pretended not to notice. "I'm fine," Rory assured, angling her body slightly away from him. Even though she knew Logan would never hurt her their close proximity still made her slightly nervous. Plus, she felt so guilty for what had happened.

'You should tell him.' A voice in Rory's head said.

Yeah, right.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked, hurt by the fact that his girlfriend seemed about to fall of the seat in an effort to get away from him. "Did I do something?" he asked, trying to think if he'd done anything that would make her mad at him recently.

"I'm sorry I'm just tired," Rory lied while her mind screamed 'Tell him! Tell him.' "And I haven't been able to concentrate all day," she finished, gesturing at the large stack of tomes and papers in front of her.

"Yeah Paris mentioned you weren't feeling well," he put a hand to her forehead.

Rory faked a laugh and swatted his hand away, beginning to quickly gather her things. "I have to go. I'll see you later. Bye," she said, beginning to walk off

"Wait," Logan protested.

"Yeah?" Rory smiled but in her head she was wishing he'd just leave her be.

He leaned in and kissed her and it took all the will power she had to not back away or whimper.

"Bye," she said, nearly tripping as she literally sprinted out the door.

Logan watched his girlfriend curiously, sensing that something was up.

"So, what did you do to upset your woman this time?" Finn asked, coming up behind Logan with Colin.

"I never knew she could run so fast," Colin chimed in. "She would be an excellent addition to Yale's track team."

"What makes you think I did something?"

"Well, either you did something, or there was an escaped mental convict behind you," Finn said.

"She's just not feeling good. Stop making me out to be an asshole all the time. I've been doing that enough in our relationship myself," Logan half-joked, half commanded. "She's sick is all."

"Of you, you mean?" Finn asked, placing an arm around his shoulder. "No worries. Rosemary has a friend that I'm sure you'd hit off quite nicely with."

Logan removed Finns arm from his shoulder and said something not so nice to his friend, who feigned hurt.

In his head, Logan was secretly worried that something was up with Rory, and decided he'd talk to her later.

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Rory couldn't believe her luck. She had to go back. Rory nearly cried when she realized what her professor was saying.

"You're going to need to obtain a copy of The Things They Carried by Tim O' Brien for this assignment. The library closest to here has quite a few copies, if any of you are interested. I would suggest you work in partners but it's up to you…"

Rory's breath caught in her throat when she heard those words.

She stood outside in one of the many walkways that belonged to Yale, trying to gather up the courage to do what she had to do.

"Okay. You can do this," Rory pepped- talked to herself in soft, shaky voice. "You're Rory Gilmore, not some weak little girl!" She nodded her head once firmly, and told her feet to move, but they would not listen to her mental commands. Instead she found her hands fumbling with her cell phone and trying to 

remember if anyone she knew had a class at that moment. Paris was a no go. Marty and her hadn't talked in a while which opened up the possibility for awkwardness, and that was one thing Rory didn't really need right now. Her mutual friend Hannah was at a wedding. The only option that had any hope of working was Logan.

She took a deep breath and dialed his number.

"Hey Ace!" Logan greeted, happy that she called. "What's up?"

"Are you busy? Do you have a class right now?"

"Well no but even if I did I could blow it off for you. What do you need?"

"Well, umm…" Rory suddenly started stumbling over her words for some reason.

"Yeah…?"

"Would you mind walking with me to the library," Rory said rather fast, knowing her boyfriend didn't really like being there so much.

"The library?"

"Yeah," said Rory nervously, "I mean I know you don't like it there, but I haven't seen you all day and I miss you, and I'm busy for the rest of the night so…?" Rory trailed off hopefully.

"Where are you?"

Rory told him.

"Alright," Logan sighed.

"I knew you couldn't resist," Rory joked, sighing in relief. With Logan with her, she'd be safe. "See you soon."

"Well isn't that sweet?"

Rory turned in horror at the voice and gasped in fear, backing away as her eyes fell on one of the guys that had raped her, his friend was standing next to him and grinning wickedly.

"Did you have as good a time as us last night? Is that why you're back?" asked a second voice, suddenly grabbing her from behind.

"HE--!" Rory screamed at the top of her lungs, but before she could finish a large hand once again found its way over her mouth.

"Why fight it baby? You know you want it," said the guy behind her as he began dragging her back inside the building and into an abandoned classroom, Rory kicking and struggling, her muffled screams gaining the attention of no one through the thick walls of Yale.

"Please just let me go," Rory sobbed softly as she was forced to the floor and the guy holding her momentarily lifted his hand to get situated on top of her.

"Shut up," he growled impatiently, proceeding to rape her while his friends guarded the door.

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Logan paced nervously back and forth in the place Rory had said to meet her, checking his watch. He was getting worried. Rory wasn't where she said she'd be. He was trying to not get too worked up, but was succeeding very badly. He took out his cell and dialed Rory's number, slamming it shut impatiently when she didn't pick up, and ran back to her dorm to try and find her there.

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"Who's Logan?" asked one of the guys that had been standing near the door, picking up her once ringing cell phone off the floor and looking at it. All three of them were watching for when it would be safe to leave.

"A f-f-friend," Rory sobbed, praying that the other two wouldn't do anything to her.

"Hey, classes are ending. We have to go or we'll get caught," said one of them.

"Okay," said the guy talking to Rory. He pushed the cell phone forcefully into her hand. "Call him, text him, send a smoke signal, I don't care, but you better tell him you're all right."

Rory could only nod weakly and cry.

They all took that as signal to leave, leaving Rory on the floor. She readjusted her clothes with shaking hands, jumping when she heard her cell phone ringing again and saw Logan's name typed across the screen. She couldn't very well talk in the state she was in, since she didn't really think she'd be able to get through a conversation with Logan without breaking down and telling him everything. And then their relationship would be down the toilet.

But she had to do something to get him to stop worrying. So she sent him a text message.

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Logan was still walking around looking for Rory. He had been to the library and she wasn't there, nor at her dorm. He checked the cafeteria and the paper too, but he couldn't find her. His cell phone beeped, letting him know he had an incoming message. He saw it was from Rory and quickly opened the file.

Logan, sorry I wasn't there. I didn't feel good and had to leave. Don't worry I'm fine. Sorry for making you waste your time. Ha, made a rhyme. I'll call you later.

Logan frowned at the message. For some reason he couldn't shake the feeling that something was really wrong.

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Rory eventually made it to her dorm once again. She would have been fine with just dying in that classroom, but she didn't know how soon people would be using it so she had left fairly quickly.

"Oh my god!" Rory yelled in surprise when she walked in on Paris and Doyle necking.

Paris and Doyle jumped away from each other as though they had been burned.

"Hey Gilmore," Doyle said nonchalantly and looking down to straighten his tie, evidently trying to make it seem as though he and Paris had not been caught in the act of almost being in the act.

"Okay, seriously, we need a system," Rory said, turning around to shut the door. "A sock or a sign or a song or something because this cannot keep happening."

"You want us to sing when we're having sex?" Doyle asked incredulously, looking up.

"If that will stop me from walking in on you two, then yes," Rory said, not looking at him and heading for her room.

"Woah, hey, are you okay," Paris asked walking up to Rory with a concerned look on her face.

"What?"

"You look like you've been crying."

"No I haven't."

"You're eyes are all red and puffy. Did something happen? Are you and Logan broken up?"

"No Paris we're not. Everything's fine. I'm just tired. I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed."

"You sure you're good?" Paris asked, not really believing her. Doyle got up and stood next to her, watching Rory closely.

Rory could feel tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. She wanted to tell them so badly, but she didn't want to be killed either, or to lose Logan. Besides, what if they thought she was a whore too, or, worse, treated her like she was a piece of glass. She damned her luck as a few tears rolled down her cheeks of their own accord. "I'm fine," she cried softly. "I'm just going to bed," she announced, knowing full well it was only around seven p.m. She prayed Paris wouldn't follow her. She had seen Paris and Doyle exchange worried glances through her tears, so she wasn't really expecting that to happen.

But still, a girl could dream.

Rory just sighed, and closed her eyes, resting against the headboard of her bed, her fingers fumbling with the straps of her purse. She had discarded her book bag to the floor, not caring that some of the contents had spilled out. She heard Paris come in and close the door softly, and then felt the bed sag as 

Paris sat down next to her. She was desperately trying to stop herself from crying. It would be much easier to get Paris to leave if she didn't have rivers of tears flowing down her face.

"Rory?" asked Paris softly, putting her hand on Rory's shoulder. "What happened?"

"Nothing, I'm fine," Rory said, attempting to smile and failing miserably.

"Rory come on. We're friends. You can talk to me."

"I'm just not feeling well. I think I should just rest. Could you leave me alone please? And if Logan shows up tell him I'm sleeping and I'll talk to him later."

Paris didn't move. "I'm not going anywhere till you tell me what really happened."

"I told you," Rory said defensively. "Now leave."

"I'm not stupid Gilmore. Did Logan try something?"

"No! I told you what happened. I'm sick and I need to rest. Now leave ,or I will make you."

"But—"

"Paris, just go!" Rory shouted, reaching out and nudging her in a not so gentle way an attempt to make her go.

Paris was starting to get annoyed. Here she was trying to help but instead she was being treated like crap. "Don't push—what happened to your arm?" Paris gasped, grabbing Rory's hand before she could take it back and pushing up her sleeve. She stared open mouthed at the bruises, some of which were in the distinct shape of fingers. "Oh my God, is Logan, is he abusing you?" Paris could barely get the words out.

"No."

"Then where did those come from?"

"I fell," Rory said lamely.

"On a hand?" Paris asked disbelievingly, half yelling.

"Paris, I thought I told you to go," Rory said loudly.

"Fine! Whatever!" Paris snapped, storming out of the room, Rory following her. Doyle was sitting on the couch but jumped up the second the door opened.

"What's going on?"

"Doyle, we're leaving." Paris said, walking out the door and leaving no room for argument

Rory breathed heavily when they left. Great. Now Paris would think that Logan was abusing her. Ain't life grand?

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"I can not believe her," Paris said angrily, whipping out her cell phone. "She is so stupid. And insulting my intelligence when I am trying to help her? Who does that? "

"What are you talking about? Is Rory okay?"

"And let me tell you, you don't get bruises like that from falling down."

"Rory has bruises?" Doyle asked, trying desperately to follow what Paris was saying.

"Sshhh!" Paris snapped, dialing a number and putting the cell up to her ear, her foot tapping impatiently and her arms crossed.

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Chris and Lorelai sat on the couch, watching a movie.

"Oh my God, Lor, what would you do if that was you? Wouldn't it be so cool to be able to do that? I would love to do that!"

"Chris, if you don't stop saying that every five minutes I'm going to shove all of these licorice strands into your mouth, and then you won't be able to enjoy watching this, because you'll be choking to death."

"But I just think it's so cool. The special effects are amazing in this movie. I mean who knew? They're so unbelievable!"

"Would you like me to leave you and the special effects alone?"

"Sure."

Lorelai stared at him carefully, not sure if he was serious or not.

"Just kidding, I'll shut up."

"Thank you."

Rrrriiiinnnggggg. Rrrrriiiiinnnnnnggggggg……

"Your phone's ringing."

"I know."

"Aren't you going to answer it?"

"You're closer.

"No I'm not you're at least five feet closer than I am."

"But my legs are weak and old and decrepit but your legs, on the other hand, are strong, and manly, and phony."

"Phony?"

"Yeah, because they, ya know, wanna get the phone."

"I'm pity laughing right now," Chris said, but he got up anyways and handed it Lorelai.

"Hello?"

"Lorelai? It's Paris."

Lorelai made a face. "Oh hey Paris," Lorelai chirped, faking happiness. She glared at Christopher. "Why did you answer the phone?" she mouthed.

Chris threw up his hands in a "You told me to," kind of way.

"Are you alone?"

Lorelai blinked at the strange question. "Well, my posse just went to out to get some beer and ice cream, so right now yeah. Chris is here, do you want to talk to Chris?" she asked with a hint of hopefulness in her voice.

Chris rapidly shook his head back and forth.

"Something's going on with Rory."

Lorelai sat straight up, eyes wide, concern batting away all other emotions. "Rory? What's wrong is she okay?" She put her hand on Chris's knee.

"I don't know. She won't tell me what's going on. She says she's okay but I think she's lying. She's been acting weird lately and she came home crying and when I was trying to get her to tell me what happened she got extremely defensive and pushed me and I saw some bruises on her arm."

"Bruises? You saw bruises? As in plural? When? Where?" Lorelai was freaking out and Chris was starting to as well from just hearing Lorelai's side of the conversation.

"On her arm. She said she fell and then she forced me to leave. I didn't know what I should do so I called you."

"Is Logan…?" Lorelai attempting to make sense of everything.

"I don't know if he's hurting her or not. She said he's not but he could have threatened her I guess. But he came by the paper earlier today asking if she was there and he looked really worried. I don't know what that means.

"Oh my god," Lorelai said, feeling as though she might cry.

"I think it would be a good idea if you came down here and tried to get her to talk to you. She always talks about how close you guys are. I mean it could be nothing but you never know."

"Yeah, right. We'll be down soon. Thanks for calling Paris." She hung up the phone and looked over at Chris. "We have to go to Yale."

"What? Why? Is Rory all right? What did Paris say?"

"I'll explain on the way," Lorelai said trying to keep her cool. She went about grabbing her purse and putting on her coat and shoes, and heading out the door, Chris following her as fast as he could.

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