Chapter Three: The not so knight in shining armour!

Chapter Summary: It's the day after Tristan's big rescue but he is shocked when Rory isn't as impressed with his actions as h had hoped she would be.

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Rating: This story is rated M, it has dark themes and references to sensitive sexual matters.

Warning: This story starts off a bit dark and may remain that way. It may deal with issues such as rape and mental problems, if you get offended easily or are under age please do not read it.

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"Dean, please don't. There is only you I promise. I promise." Her voice was getting desperate as the tears rolled down her cheeks. The look of anger on his face only intensified.

"I don't believe you. Your nothing but a whore" He reached out and slapped her hard across the face.

She tried to get up. She had learnt from experience that the angrier he got, the more violent he became.

"Dean, I promise, there is no one else. Please believe me. I go to school and I come home. Your there when I get off the bus on the days I don't drive, and the days I do I am always here within 30mins of school finishing, just like you want."

Realising instantly that defending herself was a mistake she tried to move from the corner but wasn't quick enough.

Dean slammed her back against the wall with full force.

"Know what?" he voice was deadly calm. "I think it's about time we fix this. I shouldn't have to worry about you anymore, you don't deserve me. Your not good enough right, you know that. Of course you know that, that's why you're screwing around with everyone else behind my back.

He reached for something in his pocket, keeping one arm on her shoulder pinning her to the wall.

Grinning wickedly he showed her the knife he had been hiding. "See this? It's going to help. I won't have to worry about people wanting your pretty little self anymore if you're not pretty".

Without warning he brought the knife down slashing deep through the side of her face.

She tried to fight him off screaming as the pain ripped through her tender flesh.

"Rory! Hey Ssh it's only me. Your safe now." he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to his chest. "he can't hurt you now, he's gone it's just me here and your safe" his fingers continued stroking her hair, as he murmured soft comforting sounds, after a few minutes the sobs started to subside and she spoke.

"Tristan?" she looked at him as if she was only seeing him for the first time. "Where am I? What time is it?"

"Hey slow down, one question at a time, hey. We're at one of the family's holiday houses about 3hrs from Hartford". He checked his watch "and it's almost 9am".

"Oh god" a look of panic flashed across her face. "School! Mom! Dean! If he finds out I'm gone and mom, mom will be furious and" by this time she had scrambled off the bed and was frantically looking for her other shoe.

"Hey, slow down" he grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him. "Your mom's fine I had Paris call her last night. Told her you had lost your voice and were staying with her overnight to finish a school assignment seeing as you couldn't do it over the phone, having no voice and all." He grinned at her.

"But school, I'm already behind I can't miss it and Dean, if I'm not there after school he will go nuts. He can't know that I'm here. I have to go back. You have to take me back" she was crying again.

"I'm not taking you back there. You can't go back to that Rory. I won't let you, I don't care who he is, and I don't care what you did, but no one and I repeat no one deserves that. I'll figure something out, but there is no way in hell I am taking you back to that!" his voice rose with the end of the sentence, emphasizing his point.

She at on the edge of the bed, "Tristan, you don't understand. Don't you think that I wish I could run away? That everyday of my life lately I just want to run far away and hide and hope to god I never see him again? But it's not that easy" she avoided looking at him, studying her hands instead. "If I leave he will hurt everyone I love, and I don't want to be responsible for that. And besides no one would believe me if I told them" she glanced up at him and for the first time he saw the pain and fear in her blue eyes.

"Of course they would believe you, that is the silliest thing I've ever heard" he sat on the floor in front of her.

She shook her head. "No, you don't know him! Everyone thinks he is the sweetest, nicest boy they have ever met, including my mom. If I ever tried to tell anyone, he would hurt Mom and Lane, he said it and I don't doubt it that's why I have to go back".

"Look I think that it's pretty damn obvious that I care about you" his voice was a mixture of anger and concern "and there is no way in hell that I am taking you back there, to that!"

She finished tying her shoe and walked over to the door. "Look Tristan, I appreciate the concern I really do. But this is my life, and if I say I need you to take me back then I need you to take me back. If you do care like you claim then you would help me and take me back"

"I don't see how me taking you back there to him and that abuse will help you"

"Damn it Tristan" she cut him off "either you take me back or I will find my own way. My Mom and Lane are the only good things I have right now and there is no way in hell I will risk them getting hurt. So either you take me back or I go by myself." She stormed out of the room and down the stairs.

He sat there in shock. He was so sure that when he drove her here yesterday that he was helping and together they could come up with a plan to make things ok, never in a million years would he have thought that upon her waking this morning she would demand he take her back to that bastard, and that ignorant little town she lived in.

How much could these people care about her if they were too blind to see what was really going on? How did they assume they really knew her if they couldn't see the changes in her and pick up on the signs? He only saw her at school and he knew something was wrong so why the hell didn't they?

He grabbed his keys ad wallet off the night stand and followed her out the door.

They had been driving for over an hour, and Tristan hadn't spoken a single word to her the entire time. Sighing, she turned down the music. "I'm grateful for you trying to help me, Tristan, really I am, but I need to figure this out."

"I don't understand you. Why on earth would you put up with it? And by what I saw yesterday I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that I bet that wasn't the first time."

"How much did you see?" her voice was soft, and she refused to look at him.

"Enough to know that he was entirely comfortable with what he was doing" he spared her the embarrassment of telling her he saw it all.

She shrunk lower in her seat and stared out the window, a single tear making its way down her cheek.

"You hungry at all?" he asked, delicately changing the subject.

"Hey I'm a Gilmore do you really have to ask?"

"Guess not. Sorry not quite up on the Gilmore handbook yet" he pulled over into a convenience store.

"Well bible boy, rule number one of the Gilmore girls guide to life is that a Gilmore girl will a always need coffee to function, and b never turn down food. So now you are armed with that tad bit of knowledge I'll have three coffees and two donuts."

"Bible boy?" he asked looking at her as he opened the door.

"Hey you use the Mary reference, it's only fair" she winked at him.