Sorry for the long wait.

I got The Black Parade is Dead! I love it!! Gerard is hilarious during the concert in New Jersey. I LOVE YOU MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!! Ahem, sorry.

The Truth

Chapter Five

Logan's eyes widened his heart beating incredibly fast. He was hoping, praying, that he had misheard his girlfriend. "They raped you?" He could barely say it, the words tasting like bile coming out of his throat.

Rory nodded, "I'm so sorry Logan. I really screwed up."

Logan swallowed thickly, anger coursing through his veins. He vowed to kill the men who had hurt his girlfriend. "Who was it?"

"I don't know," Rory cried, fighting to keep some control and not break down completely. "There were three of them but I didn't recognize any of t-them."

"Why didn't you tell me Ace?"

"I know, I'm s-s-sorry, I should have told you the f-f-first time it happened. But they said they'd k-kill me."

Logan's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean the first time it happened? Rory, did they do it more than once?"

"Twice. The first time it was al-all of them and the second time it was only one."

"Is that the day you sent me the text message?" Logan asked, putting two and two together.

Rory nodded.

Logan felt like his world was crashing down around him. How could he have let this happen? He was supposed to protect her. What could he possibly have been doing that was so important he couldn't have been there to keep her safe? "Rory, I am so, so sorry," he said. "I should've known something was up with the way you've been acting. I'm so stupid."

Rory tried to give him a small smile but failed miserably. "You don't have to be this nice," Rory said.

"What are you talking about?"

Rory sprung up off the couch. "What do you mean what am I talking about? Logan, I was with another man. Oh, wait no sorry, men. I'm a whore! I should be wearing boots that go to my thighs and fish net stockings, have too much make-up on and make inappropriate suggestions at all the guys that walk past."

"Rory—" Logan stood up also.



"I mean, I was a jerk to you, got my friends and family ready to kill you when you didn't even do anything, and I lied to you. I couldn't even tell you what was going on because I didn't want you to hate me. I haven't let you anywhere near me because I've been afraid you'd see the all the bruises and marks. Not to mention the fact that being around guys in general makes me nervous. And here I am, crying all over you, and you're just standing there being so nice, and that's not fair to you. That's not fair to you because you are so amazing, and wonderful, and kind and all these other things and you don't deserve this. God, I hate myself!" Rory said, venting all that she'd felt in the past three days.

Logan listened to Rory's speech, feeling tears coming to his eyes, which was not something that happened often, if ever. "Hey," he said firmly, grabbing Rory's shoulders and putting his forehead against hers, "I do not hate you. Far from it Rory I can't believe you would even think that. And what happened was not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong—"

"But—"

"No buts. Did you willingly do anything with them?"

Rory shook her head.

"I didn't think so. You're not a whore and I better not ever hear you say that ever again."

"So, you're not going to leave?"

"Not in this life time or the next."

Rory threw her arms around Logan, crying onto his shoulder. "I'm just so scared all the time," she said. "I don't like being like this."

"You need to go to the hospital," Logan said, rubbing her back.

Rory bit her lip nervously. "I know. I'm just nervous."

"I'll be with you the whole time. Come on, we can take my car," he put his arm around her as she grabbed her purse and they headed out the door.

Rory clung to Logan all the way out to the parking lot and his car. He opened the door for her and then quickly got in his side, turning the key in the ignition. He frowned as the vehicle made a strange sound and didn't turn on. He tried again and the same thing happened. He hit the dashboard with his fist, hoping that would start the car. Sadly, it didn't.

"Damn it," he cursed, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

"We can just take my car," Rory said, opening the door to get out.

"Having trouble?"



Rory and Logan turned, Rory's eyes widening in horror as she saw who it was. She turned to Logan, trying desperately to signal to him that he was one of the guys that raped her, but Logan was already making his way over to him.

"Hey Scott. My car won't start."

Rory stayed in the back, frozen in terror. "Logan, let's take my car," she choked out.

Scott glanced over at her and Rory felt her insides turn. "Well where are you guys going? Maybe I could give you lift."

"That's okay," Rory said loudly and quickly.

"This is my girlfriend Rory," Logan introduced. "Rory, this is Scott. What are you doing all the way back there, don't be shy come and say hi."

Rory looked over at Scott, eyes wide. He gave her a warning look and she hesitantly walked over.

"Hey," Scott said.

Rory nodded, mumbling a response. She turned to Logan. "Can we please go?" she said, holding tightly to his arm.

"Where are you heading out to?" Scott asked curiously, not taking his eyes of Rory. He smirked to himself at how Rory squirmed underneath his gaze and refused to look up.

Before Rory could make up some place Logan said, "The hospital."

Rory turned red in the face and gripped Logan's arm tightly, trying to get Logan to shut up.

"Oh really?" Scott said, glancing over at Rory. "Well if you want I can take you. I was just headed there myself to see my sister."

"What's wrong with her?" asked Logan concerned.

"She was in a car accident. C'mon, I'll take you," he said, giving Rory a long, hard look.

"That's okay," Rory said.

"It's really no trouble," Scott insisted.

"Yeah Rory, Scott's a good friend of mine, you can trust him."

Scott smiled at Rory, whose heart was beating wildly in her chest.

"Okay," Rory said, seeing no way out of it. They all walked the few spaces to Scott's car and Rory and Logan climbed in the back, Scott getting in the driver's seat.



"So why are you going to the hospital?" Scott asked, watching Rory in the rearview mirror as he started the car.

Logan glanced at Rory, who was studying her hands. "It's personal," Logan finally said.

"Oh."

Logan took Rory's hand as they began driving. "You okay?" he asked with concern. You're shaking."

"I just don't feel good," Rory said quickly, glancing sideways at Scott and then scooting closer to the door.

"It's a good thing we're going to a hospital then, isn't it?" said Scott, turning in his seat to look back at her.

"Yeah," Rory said faintly.

Logan frowned, but put his girlfriend's odd behavior down to nerves, while Rory tried to come up with some way to get out of the horrible situation she was now in.

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There's the next chapter. Sorry its short. But you could try reading my new Harry Potter story I put up while you're waiting for the next chapter. :)