Edited May 25, 2009 (I only changed one word, I felt bad having this one curse word in here because of my religious beliefs, so I replaced it with a different word.)
You're in for a long chapter. Sixteen pages: a new record, I think. Normally I'd break this down into multiple chapters but I want to get it down before my muse leaves me.
Warning: After reading this chapter, you'll probably be like, "What the ;'?!" but certain things must be done or the amazing (just kidding ;) plot will come to a grinding halt, and all will be lost.
I don't know Rory's middle name, so I made something up. If it's wrong tell me and I'll fix it (maybe).
I recommend listening to the song "Fix You" by Coldplay during the part where Rory says, "I don't believe this." I listened to it while writing that scene.
The Truth
Chapter Six
It was a long, stressful twenty minutes later that they arrived at the hospital. Scott led the way inside and Logan had his hand on the small of Rory's back, urging her forward.
"Here we are," Scott said, holding open the door for them.
Rory rushed past him as quickly as she could, trying to keep as far away from him as she could. She still didn't know how to get out of the situation she was in. Logan started leading her up to the desk, but she pulled him back and whispered in his ear. "Can you tell Scott to go? I don't want him hearing what happened."
Logan looked from her to Scott. "Yeah, old on a sec," he walked over to Scott. "Hey man sorry but would you mind giving us a minute?"
Scott glanced at Rory. "No, I'll just be over there," he said as Logan watched him go around the corner.
Logan walked back up to Rory. "He's gone," he said, as Rory looked nervously older his shoulder. He led her up to the front desk.
"How may I help you?" a kind looking young woman asked.
Logan looked to Rory, who didn't say anything but was looking warily at the stop where Scott had been almost moments before. "Rory?" Logan said gently.
"I think we should just go." Rory said, looking up at him
Logan looked at her in confusion. "What? No, we're not going anywhere. You need to get help."
"But—"
"Ace, no, you have to do this," he turned to the nurse without waiting for Rory to respond. "We'd like to report a rape," he said bluntly.
"Logan!" Rory said.
The nurse immediately stood up, a look of sympathy on her face. "It's alright dear," she said, placing her hand on Rory's shoulder. "You don't have to be nervous. I know this can be hard, but your friend is right. What happened to you is very serious and you need to get the proper care."
Rory resisted the very strong urge to roll her eyes, remaining silent. Like she knows anything, stupid blonde bimbo. Rory thought.
"Here are some forms for you to fill out," said the nurse gently, handing some forms and a pen to Rory, who took them without a word. "You can have a seat in the waiting room and the nurse will be by in a minute to take you to the examination room. Don't worry, everything will be okay," she said comfortingly.
Scott's insides bristled with anger as he heard the exchange from where he was hidden. Stupid bitch. She would pay.
Dearly.
"Who made you Nostradamus?" Rory mumbled, but the woman didn't hear her. She let Logan lead her into the waiting room and sat down with a sigh, Logan sitting next to her with his arm around her. There were only two other people in there and it was relatively silent.
"Hey," Logan whispered in her ear, "I know you're scared but it's going to be okay. And I'm going to be with you the whole time."
Rory really wished people would stop telling her it was going to be okay, because from her point of view it definitely wasn't going to be. "Yeah, I guess," Rory sighed heavily, beginning to fill out the forms. She paused at one of the blanks. "They want an emergency contact. Would you mind if I put your number down?"
Logan shook his head. "I don't mind. Though I would've thought you'd want to put your mom down," he added thoughtfully.
"I would, it's just she lives thirty minutes away, so if there was a real emergency it'd take her a while to get here."
"Did you tell your mom what happened yet?" asked the blonde carefully.
"I think I'll just go up there and tell her. I don't want to do it over the phone."
"You need me to come with you?"
"No, this is something I need to do on my own."
"Okay."
The next few minutes were spent in silence as Rory finished filling out all the necessary information and then the two sat quietly, not having much to say. Every few minutes Logan would squeeze Rory's hand reassuringly. Rory gave him a small smile, giving a sigh of relief when the nurse finally walked in and called her name. She just wanted to get out of there and as far away from Scott as possible, whom, thankfully, still hadn't returned.
"Hello dear, if you'd just come with me," she said kindly.
Rory began following her, Logan right behind her. She hesitated and turned to him. "Would you mind waiting out here?" she asked. She didn't want Logan to see all the bruises and marks on her body.
"You sure?" Logan asked, not sure if he should be hurt or not.
Rory nodded.
"Okay, call if you need me."
The nurse smiled at Rory and led her off into a small room that held a scale, telling Rory to step on it so she could take her weight. After that was settled she led Rory into a small room and got out a clipboard.
"Your name is Lorelai Getter Gilmore right?"
"Yeah,"
It was another few minutes while the nurse went through all the questions. Rory was surprised that she was able to get through all the questions without crying. She felt surprisingly calm.
"You did good," the nurse said when they were finished, "The doctor will be with you in a few minutes."
When she left Rory got her phone out and called her house. She was glad that all she got was the answering machine. "Hey mom, it's Rory. Well, you probably knew that. Or maybe not. I'm rambling now. Um, listen. I have some news. I don't want to tell you over the phone so I'm coming to Stars Hollow. Say hi to dad for me. Call me when you get this. Love you, bye."
Logan leaned back against the chair in the waiting room, staring blankly up at the television which was playing some sitcom show that Logan didn't care about.
"Hey, everything go okay?" Scott asked, taking a seat next to him. "Where's Rory?"
"The nurse called her back about fifteen minutes ago. How's your sister?"
Scott smirked to himself, "She's okay. She wanted me to get her some tea, but I wanted to check on you first, make sure you're okay," he lied easily. He actually did have a sister, but he had made up her being in a car crash.
"Just waiting for Rory," Logan said.
"What happened?" Scott asked, feigning ignorance.
"I'm not really at liberty to say,"
"Right," Scott said, "I'd be better be getting back to Laura." He fingered the scalpel he had nicked off a cart and hidden in his pocket. He knew he had to hurry if he wanted to get to Rory before she could divulge anymore information. He really was sorry he was going to have to kill her, Logan would be devastated and she really was a pretty girl.
Ah well, you win some, you lose some.
Rory had her cell phone in her hand, preparing to text Logan. She had just called her house and she knew that she should tell Logan the truth about Scott next. She sat on the edge of the bed with her back to the door and started typing her message:
Don't let Scott see this!! He's one of the guys that raped me. I swear I'm not lying!! Please don't be mad, I tried to tell you earlier but I didn't know how with him watching. I'm really sorry! Please make sure he doesn't—"
"Doesn't what?" Scott asked icily, putting a hand over her mouth quickly before she could scream for help. He yanked the cell phone out of her hand roughly. "I wouldn't send that message I were you," he said.
Rory struggled to get out of his grip, but his arms were painfully tight around her. "Did you really think you'd get away with it?" he hissed, a hint of laughter in his voice. "Did you seriously think I wouldn't know what was going on?"
Rory concentrated all her power on getting away from him but he held her effortlessly. She looked sideway as he removed one arm, hoping that maybe he was going to let her go. She gave a muffled shriek of terror as he brought out a scalpel and held it in front of him, looking at it. "It really is a shame that I have to kill you now," he said, looking from the instrument to Rory.
Rory shook her head vigorously her screams muffled by his hand. Tears were running down her face.
"It is unfortunate love, I agree. But you broke the rules. We had an agreement: You keep quiet; in return you don't get hurt. On the other hand, you say one word about what's been going on and you'll be killed. You broke that agreement. I really will miss you though," he said, kissing Rory on the cheek before forcing her head back and bringing the blade up to her neck.
Somehow in the moment Rory managed to maneuver he foot and stamped hard on his foot.
"Fucking bitch!" he yelled, his grip lapsing momentarily. Rory ran for the door but he grabbed her hair, and she stopped in her tracks, falling over backwards with a painful cry. He held her down before she could get up, coming at her with the knife again.
"Wait!" Rory cried, tears streaming down her face.
Scott stopped in spite of himself, part of him wondering what she would say.
"I didn't use your name! I swear I didn't!"
"You gave descriptions, though, didn't you? That's as good as my name."
"But those could have matched anybody! And if I say that it wasn't you, what choice does the nurse have but to believe me? Please, I'm really sorry. I swear I won't say anything! Please just give me one more chance," she begged through her tears.
Scott leaned down next to her. "I can't believe I'm doing this. Listen, bitch, you say anything, even the smallest peep, you die and your boyfriend die. I mean it. If I even think you've told anyone then…" he drew a line across his throat with his thumb. "Do I make myself clear?"
Rory nodded.
"Get up," he said, getting off her.
Rory got to her feet, shaking like a leaf and feeling extremely relieved as Scott pocketed the weapon. "Go tell your boyfriend you're done. Make him believe you. I'll be taking you home in a few minutes. Wait by the car."
Rory nodded and made to edge past him but he grabbed her arm and turned her around roughly, a slight gasp of pain escaping the girl's lips. "You better not forget our agreement," he said threateningly.
"I won't," Rory said, getting out of the room as quickly as she could without attracting attention. Luckily, her nurse wasn't in the hall and Rory was able to get to the waiting room without any trouble.
"Hey Ace," Logan stood up as he spotted Rory coming toward him. "That was fast."
"Yeah, let's go," Rory said, wanting to get out of there before either Logan or the doctors figured out what was going on.
"Wait, what did the doctor's say?" Logan asked suspiciously.
"Everything's fine."
"Aren't you supposed to talk to the police?"
"I did. I paid too," Rory lied, wishing he would stop questioning her.
"That fast?" Logan asked, not believing her.
"I know, it was fast, wasn't it, like lightning, or NASCAR. Anyways, we should probably go. I ran into Scott and he said he wants to meet us by the car," she said quickly, tugging on Logan's hand.
Logan stopped her. "You sure everything went okay?"
"Yeah, of course. It was smooth. Like a smoothie. Ha ha, I can be so funny sometimes," she said, forcing Logan along.
Logan looked at Rory strangely as he allowed himself to be pulled out of the door and into the parking lot.
"Don't worry Ace the car isn't going anywhere," Logan said as Rory practically ran to get to it but she didn't slow down until she got there. "Geez Ace, what's going on?"
"I just don't like hospitals. Here comes Scott."
"Hey guys, ready to go?" Scott said, striding up to them.
"How's your sister?" Logan asked. "Don't you need to stay longer?"
"Nah, she's fine, she has a few broken bones but she'll live. She's on all this medication so she's dead out now. Everything okay with you Rory?"
"Fine," the girl said stiffly.
"Shall we go then?" Scott asked cheerfully, opening the back door for Rory as Logan got in the other side.
It seemed to take forever to get back to Yale and when they did Rory couldn't get out of the car fast enough. Logan bid goodbye to Scott and followed Rory back to her dorm.
"You holding up Ace?"
"Yep."
"That was really nice of Scott to take us to the hospital."
"Yeah, real nice," said Rory coldly.
Logan gave her a strange look. "Do you not like him or something?"
"He's fine. I'm sorry, I'm just tired," Rory said, digging her cell out of her purse as it started to ring. "Mom?"
"Rory? I just got your message. Everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's fine."
"When are you coming down? I want to hear this big news."
"You'll just have to wait till I get there."
"Aw, can't you at least give me a hint?"
"Nope."
"You're mean," Lorelai pouted.
"I'll see you soon." Rory hung up. "That was my mom," she said to Logan. "I'm going to be going to Stars Hollow for a day or two."
Logan blinked at the abrupt news. "O-kaay."
"I should probably pack."
"You want some help?" Logan offered.
"No thanks, it'll be faster if I just do it. I know where all my stuff is anyway," she frowned as her cell rang again, her face turning pale as she recognized the number to the hospital, obviously wanting to know where she went. She sent the call to voicemail and shoved it quickly back inside her purse.
"Who was that?" asked Logan curiously.
"Wrong number. You can go if you want. All I'm going to do is pack so it might be pretty boring," she said, hoping he'd leave and that the hospital wouldn't call him too. She prayed his cell phone was turned off.
"Alright, see you in a few days," he said, giving her a kiss before walking out the door. He couldn't help but notice how odd the youngest Gilmore was acting.
Rory arrived at her house about forty-five minutes later.
"The prodigal daughter returns!" Lorelai said, running up to Rory and giving her a hug.
"Hey mom. Dad home?"
"Nah, he's at work."
"Woah," said Rory jokingly.
Lorelai laughed. "Yeah I know it's a shock to me too. I didn't know he'd be able to keep a job this long. But what's the big news?"
"Oh, um, it was just some paper thing. No big deal," Rory stammered.
"Did they make you queen?" Lorelai asked knowingly.
"Not exactly. I was just given layout, which is like, a really big deal."
"…"
"What?"
"You had to come to Stars Hollow to tell me that? You had me waiting in anticipation all afternoon to tell me about layout? I bought popcorn dude."
"Popcorn?" Rory asked excitedly, her face lighting up.
"It was all ready to go in the kitchen, all buttered and salty. Guess we don't need it now,"
"Mom," Rory said, walking out into the kitchen.
"I'm just kidding sweets, that's really cool that you got layout. Soda?"
"Thanks dude," Rory said, digging into the popcorn.
Logan sat back lazily on his couch, flipping through the channels on the t.v.
"Nothing's ever on," he grumbled to himself, stopping momentarily at an overrated movie and then continuing on. His cell phone rang and he got it out, frowning at the caller id. "Why is the hospital calling me? He thought, perplexed.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Huntzburger?" said a female voice.
"Yes."
"I'm doctor Anderson from Hartford Grand Hospital. You were put down as an emergency contact of Lorelai Getter Gilmore's correct?"
"That's right," Logan said, wondering what this could be about.
"We were wondering if you knew where Miss Gilmore went, she never finished her examination."
"She didn't?"
"No. She got through all the questions, but disappeared before the doctor had a chance to do the physical examination. Do you know where she is?"
"She told me she finished her examination."
"Not exactly."
Logan sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Miss Gilmore was raped wasn't she?"
"You have it in the file don't you?" Logan asked rather rudely.
"I was just going to say she probably got scared and couldn't handle being here. A lot of the time rapists give threats of killing their victims if they talk. Plus, the victims are usually embarrassed that it happened and may think it's their fault. Half the cases aren't reported. That probably happened to Miss Gilmore. She took a big step in the right direction in coming here in the first place, that was very brave of her, but you should try to convince her to finish out her examination. It's crucial to catching the vermin that did this to her."
"Right," said Logan thickly.
The nurse hung up and Logan dialed Rory's number.
"Hey. What's up?" came his girlfriend's voice over the phone.
"Guess who just called me?"
"I don't know."
"The hospital. They wanted to know where you were."
"Th-there must be a mistake," Rory stammered nervously on the other line.
"I don't think so. They said you never finished your examination."
"I did finish it!" said Rory defensively.
"Last time I checked hospitals don't lie," Logan said more harshly than he meant to.
"I can't believe you don't believe me!"
"Why would they tell me that you missed the appointment if you didn't? "
"Doctors are people too Logan, they can make mistakes. She probably just misplaced my file."
"Rory."
"Whatever. You don't believe me, then fine. I have to go."
Logan sighed in frustration as the phone cut off. She was being annoyingly difficult. He grabbed his coat and headed out the door. If she wasn't going to get help on her own, then he would make her. He didn't care if he seemed too pushy or was going way past the line of proper boyfriend-to-girlfriend conduct. Fuck the stupid rule book. Rory was going back to the hospital, even if he had to drag her kicking and screaming. Period.
Rory walked into the bookstore.
"Hey Rory," Andrew greeted, "I didn't know you were coming."
"It was a spur of the moment thing," Rory smiled.
"Alright, are you looking for anything in particular?"
"Nope, just browsing."
"Alright then I'll be right here if you need anything."
Rory nodded and began browsing through the shelves, looking for something good to read. She had some time to kill while her mom went to make sure everything was okay at the inn so she decided to go book shopping. Her mom never wanted to go with her anyways because it always took her so long to get what she wanted.
"Oh now that's just cruel, you just walked right past Hemmingway. Come on at least give the guy a chance."
Rory turned around, eyes wide. "Jess?" she said in disbelief.
"You remember," he said, giving her a small smile.
"Oh my God, what are you doing here?" she gave him a friendly hug, unusually happy to see him. It was probably just the fact that they had so much history and that they had finally got on good terms again after that nasty break up. Plus, Jess was the one guy Rory could trust. Sort of, kind of, well okay the other two things were true. Point is, it was good to see a familiar face that was the same age as her.
"Just visiting."
Rory looked taken aback. "What?"
"Like I said, I came to burn down the town. You don't happen to have any matches on you do you?" Jess said sarcastically.
"I'm just surprised. You always hated it here."
"Yeah well, I'm actually staying with Luke for a couple of days. My roommate moved in with his girlfriend and I can't afford to stay there by myself so Luke is letting me stay with him for a couple of days while I find a new apartment."
"Oh I'm so sorry," Rory said sympathetically. "Any luck?"
"It's okay the place was crowded anyways, and no. All the places where I want to live cost a fortune."
"Have you thought about getting a place in Stars Hollow?"
Jess looked at Rory like she'd gone insane.
"I'm guessing no. Small town life not for you huh?"
"Amen sister. Say, what are you doing now?"
Rory blinked. "Nothing really, why?"
"Wanna hang out?"
"With you?"
"Me being a part of the hanging out process was my original plan, yes."
"Uh…sure. That sounds fun."
"Alright, then," Jess said, taking a book of the shelf and proceeding to read the back cover.
"What, here?" Rory asked with a puzzled expression on her face.
"You like it here."
"Yeah but we can go somewhere else, I don't mind."
"Gilmore, I know you. You haven't even hit the mystery section yet, you won't be done for a while. Take your time, I'm fine waiting right here."
"You sure?"
Jess nodded and Rory smiled, walking off.
They left the store about three hours later, much to Jess's relief. Don't get him wrong, he liked books as much as the next guy. But there was liking books, and there was having an inappropriate attachment to them.
"I can't believe I only bought seven books," Rory said as they left the store. She had arranged to pick them up later so she wouldn't have to carry them around with her.
"Ten."
"What?"
"I got these for you," he said, producing three paperbacks.
"Jess," Rory said, taking them. She looked at the titles. "Wow, these are supposed to be really good. Thank you. But why would you do this?"
Jess shrugged. "I figured I owed you."
"Oh, you didn't have to do anything," Rory said, although she couldn't really argue with him there.
"I can take them back if you want."
"No way, touch them and you die," Rory hugged the books protectively to her chest. "Ow!" she said as a little girl bumped into her. "Watch where you're going would you?" she snapped, clutching her side and wincing. Rory still had bruises and the girl bumping in to her didn't help matters.
"Sorry," the girl said, looking like she was about to cry.
"Don't say sorry, watch where you're going."
"I didn't mean to," the girl cried, running off.
Rory felt guilty. "I'm sorry!" she called, but the girl kept running. Rory Gilmore looked up to see Jess staring at her. "What?" she said rather snappishly, still clutching her side.
"What's wrong with your side?"
"Nothing," Rory said, straightening up and removing her hands, hugging herself. "It just hurt when she bumped into me. C'mon, let's go," she said. She stopped suddenly, grabbing onto Jess's arm. "Oh my God!" she breathed fearfully as her eyes fell on the last person she wanted to see. How in the hell did Scott find her here? She dragged Jess into an alley hidden from Scott despite Jess' protests. Scott, thankfully had his back to them.
"What the hell is going on?" Jess demanded as Rory watched Scott turn around, running a hand through his raven hair. That's when she realized something.
It wasn't Scott, just some guy that lived in town.
Rory could have kicked herself.
"Rory?" Jess said, looking at her worriedly. "What's wrong?"
Rory noticeably froze. "It, um, it…bees. There were some really big bees flying towards us. Didn't you see them?"
"No."
Rory shrugged and walked back onto the street.
"Rory wait," Jess said, grabbing Rory's arm. "What's really going on?"
"I told you: bees," Rory said, wishing he'd just let it go.
"Rory, c'mon," Jess said imploringly.
"I should probably get home."
"Why?"
"I have laundry, and I promised mom I'd meet her at Luke's for dinner later." That was all true, so she really wasn't lying. She just left out the part about how her mom wouldn't be home till late.
"I'll walk you," Jess said, sensing that she didn't want to talk.
"No, it's fine, I'll walk by myself. I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
"Tomorrow." Jess said, slightly hurt.
"Great," Rory walked off, rolling her eyes slightly. She'd have to remember to keep her cool if she didn't want anyone to get suspicious. It would figure that Jess would see her freak out. She knew he didn't believe her half-ass story about the bees, he wasn't stupid.
"I can't believe this," Rory said to herself as she arrived back at her house. Logan's car was parked out front, the owner leaning against the door. He looked up as she approached him, straightening up. "What are you doing here?" she deadpanned.
"You're mad."
"What are you doing here?" Rory repeated, ignoring him.
Logan sighed. "We both know why I'm here Ace."
Rory rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me this is about that hospital thing?" she said incredulously.
Logan just looked at her.
"It is, isn't it? What the hell, I told you the hospital is wrong! They made a mistake. For some reason you can't seem to believe that." Rory said loudly.
"The fact that you even feel the need to be so defensive in the first place proves that you're lying!"
"I'm getting defensive because you're accusing me of lying to you! What proof could you possibly have?"
"Let's see," said Logan, pretending to think. "The fact that the hospital called me, the fact that I called them back and made them double check, twice, to make sure they were talking about the right person, and the fact that the lady at the hospital said you probably left because you were scared."
Rory frowned, anger coursing through her veins. She jumped as her cell rang and she took it out, looking at the number. She turned it off and shoved it back in her purse, almost laughing at the irony of it all.
"That was the hospital wasn't it?" Logan said knowingly. "They told me they were going to call you again."
"None of you business," Rory snapped, not wanting to tell him that he was right.
"Fuck it Rory! It is too my business! Do you have any idea how worried I've been about you! I have been standing out here for hours waiting for you to come home to make sure you're okay!"
"If it was so much trouble then you should have just left."
"I wanted to make sure you were okay! I couldn't just—"
"Couldn't just what? I didn't ask you to do anything. You were not invited here!"
Logan's insides bristled with hurt and anger but he tried to keep calm. "Look, I'm sorry that you got hurt, and I'm sorry that you're scared, I really am, but you have no right to act like this. I've done nothing but been nice to you and I don't deserve to be treated this way."
"Then go."
Logan just stared at her. "What?"
Rory could feel tears coming to her eyes. She wanted so badly to just run to him and hug him and tell him everything, but Scott's warning rang in her ears:
"Listen, bitch, you say anything, even the smallest peep, you die and your boyfriend dies."
She had to protect Logan.
Even if it meant losing him.
"Go, you obviously shouldn't be here," she repeated coldly.
Logan was silent for a few seconds before he said: "I know you don't want me to go."
"Oh I really think I do."
"Rory, come on, stop being so damn difficult."
"I just asked you to leave, that's about as simple as it gets. You'd have to be extremely stupid not to understand that. Oh, wait, what am I saying, you are extremely stupid," Rory said, hating herself. It took all she had to keep herself from crying.
"Why are you doing this?" Logan nearly yelled, his face red from hurt and annoyance.
"Because I don't want you here. If you can't trust me, then we shouldn't be together."
"Dammit it Rory, you know this isn't what you want."
"Yes, it is," Rory said through gritted teeth.
"The fuck it is!" Logan screamed, walking up to her so he was standing right in front of her. He wanted to grab her and shake some sense into her. Rory's eyes widened but she stood her ground, eyes filled with determination. "You know this isn't what you want!" he repeated. "Don't you dare give me that bullshit! You're just scared and now you're running away!"
"That's not true," Rory said, fed up with all of his arguments, no matter how true they were.
"It isn't, huh? Fine! Then tell me you don't love me, tell me you don't want to be with me anymore, because you know you fucking well do!" Logan bellowed, staring into her eyes, daring her to tell him he was wrong. That she really didn't want to be with him. That she really didn't love him.
"I DON'T—I DON'T LOVE YOU! I DON'T WANT TO BE WITH YOU! I WANT YOU TO GET IN YOUR CAR, AND DRIVE AWAY AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE EVER AGAIN! I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE LOGAN!" she screamed, crying freely now, Logan's image blurry through her tears so that she almost couldn't see him. She had said it. The words that caused both Rory and Logan's hearts to rip in two and fall to the ground where they were devoured whole were uttered.
Logan just stood there staring at her for what seemed like hours, an unidentifiable emotion in his eyes.
And then he was gone.
No protests, no argument, just the slam of a car door and the gentle roll of the tires as he pulled out of the driveway. Rory almost wished he'd fight for her, scream at her, do something. But she had said what she had to make sure he didn't. She was going to make him hate her, so much so that he would never forgive her. She wanted him to go and never look back because it was the only way she could be sure he stayed safe. If she was out of the picture, then what chance was there of anything bad happening to him?
It was the way it had to be, no matter how much she hated it and no matter how much she hated herself for doing it.
Rory walked slowly back inside her house, arms hugging her small body tightly as she sobbed. She ran into her room and slammed the door as hard and loud as she possibly could, the resulting crash nearly shattering her eardrums, but she didn't care. She had just lost the only guy she'd ever truly loved.
"Fuck it all!" she sobbed, grabbing a small glass object of her desk and throwing it at her wall. She had never felt this way. Never felt so broken. She slid down against the wall, sinking to the floor. She wanted to die. She hit the floor with her fist in frustration, hating fate for being so cruel to her. What had she done to deserve all this heart-ache? She winced as her fist hit a piece of the glass from the mirror she'd impulsively thrown across the room cut into her hand. She looked at the blood trickling down her hand, staring at it. Before she could really register what she was doing, she picked up the glass and dragged it across her arm. It stung, but it also took away some of the pain that was suffocating her so. It was like a breath of fresh air. She did it again, and again, imagining all of her pain and the rapes and her break up with Logan just floating away.
"Rory? You here?" Lorelai called. "I managed to sneak away early. You know what that means: more time to annoy Luke."
Rory stood up and she quickly pulled down her sleeve, feeling guilty for what she'd done. She wiped at her eyes, fruitlessly trying to stop the river of tears that were still flowing in torrents down her face.
Lorelai gasped as she saw her daughter. "Sweetie what's wrong?" she said, pulling Rory into a hug after looking her over for any obvious signs of injury, relieved that she didn't see any.
Rory just continued crying, holding on to her mom for dear life.
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Long chapter! I know you all hate me for breaking them up, but alas, it must be done for the plot to move forward. I hope you all still review so that I know all hope is not lost. Please do! Remember, the story isn't over yet.