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WARNING RATED M.
Disclaimer: I'm going to have to commit you if you're crazy enough to think that I'd be writing a fic about Rory and Jess if I could have him all to myself (Which, one day, I will!) HaHa, kidding. I own nothing. All rights belong to ASP.
The sun is streaming through the one window I have in my bedroom, waking me up from unconcsciousness. I try to roll over when I fell Jess's arms tighten protectively around my small frame and hold me close to him. I peek up at his face and see that his brown eyes are open and staring right back at me.
"Hi," I manage to greet in a scratchy voice. I really need a glass of water.
His eyes are still locked on mine as he returns, "Hi," in a clearer voice than mine.
Suddenly his arm goes out to the nightstand as he grabs a glass of water and hands it to me. The water is ice cold and it's a nice contrast to my warm body. It slides down my sore throat amd into my stomache. I realize he must have gotten up without me noticing to get this.
I pray that he didn't have a run in with Paul.
I cringe at the name, thankfully Jess doesn't notice as I hand him the glass of water and he replaces it back onto the small table.
I make a move to get up but Jess pulls me back down to his warm body.
I open my mouth several times before I can force his name out of my throat, "Jess?"
He looks down at me questioningly, "Yes, Rory?"
I blush as I duck my head down, "I can't feel my legs."
I hear his sharp intake of breath as he leans down to kiss the top of my head.
"I'm sorry," Is the only thing he says. I can hear the sincerity lacing his tone and it makes me want to cry but I know how he feels awkward when a girl cries. It's the reason he doesn't want a girlfriend.
He once had a girlfriend, her name was Angela Debusey. She had black hair and green eyes and was pretty nice. She didn't like me, though. She thought Jess and I were a 'thing.' As a result, she tried to pull us apart as much as she could. I could never really understand her, she hated when Jess and I had an occasional movie night and would scream at him constantly for it, but when a dyed blond, gum chewing slut came over and blantanly flirted with him, fiddling with a button on his shirt, she said nothing.
It didn't make sense.
Anyway, Jess got fed up. He knew he had a decision to make, me or Angela.
He chose me.
He broke up with Angela and she burst into tears and Jess had no idea what to do. When he told me this part of the story I had to let out a small giggle. He glared at me before continuing that he had tried to comfort her but she had slapped him across the face and stormed off.
It reminded me of when he took me to meet Emily and Richard Gilmore.
Poor Jess was always getting smacked around.
I can feel my face flushing even more as I murmer to him that I need to take a shower.
"Okay, you take a shower and I'll pack your bags," He responds.
My head snaps up at the mention of packing and I look at him as if he's crazy.
Where else do I have to go?
Now he stares at me as though I'm the crazy one, "What, you didn't think I was going to leave you here with that jackass, did you?" He stares at me incredulously and I feel stupid.
"Where else would I go?" I question.
He chuckles a little as he looks at me, "Silly girl, you're coming with me. I'm sure my mom won't mind, hell, I'm sure we wouldn't even have to tell her this story and she'd take you in with open arms. I'll talk to my grandparents about a lawyer, I'm sure they know a good one. In the meantime, you can stay in the guest bedroom."
I sigh and realize that it's now or never. I swallow loudly, "Um, yeah, about that. Do you think we could maybe, not tell Lorelai? Or your grandparents?"
He shoots me a confused look, "But, if we don't tell them, how can we sue Paul?"
"I was thinking, maybe we just, wouldn't sue him?" I say this cautiosly.
His eyes flame and he stares incredulously again, "You mean tolet this asshole get away with what he did to you? No fucking way!"
I sigh, "Jess, please. It would do no good to sue. I don't think you understand. See, I didn't say no. I didn't say stop. Not once. If we sued, I don't think they'd count it as rape," I say this ashamedly.
He softly brushes a piece of my hair back from my eyes and tucks it behind my ear as he asks, "Why didn't you say no? Or stop?"
He doesn't ask this angrily, his tone only has curiousity in it.
It takes me a second to gather my reponse before I speak, "It wouldn't have stopped him. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hurting me. I just couldn't."
He takes in my response before nodding and sighing, "Alright, we won't sue him. But, you're still coming to stay with me," He says with hesitance.
"Alright," I agree. I wanted to get out of here as much as he wanted me out of here.
"And, on the condition that I see him, I have the right to kick his ass," He smirks a little at thought and I can't help but smile at the thought of Jess kicking Pauls ass either.
I let out a small laugh, "That's fine with me."
He sists up, bringing me with him, "You go, take your shower and I'll pack." He hands me my robe and I put it gently around my body as I get up from the bed and wobble slightly. Jess stedies me and walks me to the bathroom, making sure I'm okay to walk before leaving me alone.
I know Paul must already be at work, otherwise Jess wouldn't have let me out of his sight, so I feel safer than I would.
I turn on the water to the hottest it can go on and step into the scalding water. It burns a trail down my sking unforgivingly as I scrub harshly at my delicate skin, trying to rub away the feeling of being dirty.
For some reason, I can't scrub away the feeling no matter how hard I try. I take the strawberry shampoo and squirt a dallop into my palm. I work it into my scalp and scrub at it furiously, trying to rid the stench of him from everywhere that he touched.
After I feel somewhat satisfied, I remember another place that he touched that I forgot to clean as much as the others. This continues for some time but I can't seem to remember how long ago it was that I entered the shower.
I hear the bathroom door open quietly and halt my movements, frozen. I sigh with relief as I hear Jess cautiously say my name questioningly.
I shakily respond, "Yeah?"
"You okay? You've been in here for a little over an hour," He says concernedly.
"Yeah, I'm just about to get out."
He accepts this and leaves again, quietly closing the door behind him.
I walk out the shower, spotting a pile of clothes Jess left for me to change into. A plain baby blue shirt and my favorite jeans I made him buy to make up for Friday night dinner, and my blue converses.
I change quickly and walk out of the bathroom.
Jess is standing there and I jump slightly, not expecting to see him so close.
He smiles a little apologetically and hands me some coffee.
I return a grateful smile and take a huge gulp of coffee. He makes the best coffee in the world, just like my Uncle's coffee.
My Uncle Luke owns a diner in Stars Hollow, Conneticut. He's the only real family I have besides my grandmother and, until recently, my grandfather. He passed away a month ago. They owned a bookstore and my grandma still runs it, it's just not the same.
When me and Jess were kids, we would go there and hide all my grandpa's favorite books because he would hide the Rand and Hemmingway.
My grandfather loved Jess, as did my grandmother.
But who my grandmother really loved, was Lorelai Victoria Gilmore.
She thought she was witty and funny and she didn't give a damn that she got pregnant at 16 with Jess, and for that Lorelai was grateful.
When she had gotten pregnant, she had gotten withering stared from random strangers while she was walking in Hartford.
Hello, New York City.
In the city, nobody gave a damn how young you were when you got pregnant, which is why she moved here.
I'm shaken out of my thoughts when Jess asks me a question I didn't hear, "Huh?"
He smiles, "I said, are you ready to go? Geez, don't go deaf on me just yet Gilmore, we are only 15," He says teasingly.
I gently punch his arm while laughing, "Shut up, let's go."
I take one look back at the place I lived formy whole life before I turn and walk out without a second glance. With no regrets.
A/N: Alright guys, chapter 5 is up, REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!