okay, next part.
erm, ich mag ihn somehow nicht, ich habe keine ahnung warum, aber er ist so umstaendlich....
okay, reFBs:
@Tina: Rory ist doch immer suess.... schoen, das es dir wieder besser geht..
@Jule: yes, I hope your shower is okay..
ein bisschen loesen sich das raetsel auf in diesen Teil....
@Maxi: thx auch dir. Ja, Luke ist immer nett... wie gesagt, a little missing piece to the puzzle bekommst du...
@Anne: How soon is soon?
Okay, noch zu eine Erklaerung: Diese chapter ist zeitgleich mit den vorherigen..
the next part is for Maxi because she likes my cliffhangers and this one has a marvelous one
(And Tina & Jule.... don't curse me....)
part XX:
For a few hours now, I stood in front of my parents’ house, unable to pluck up my courage to go in there. I couldn’t believe it. 12 hours before, I had been happy. Rory had gotten an A in school, I really liked my work, I had found new friends in Mia and Sookie and even in a weird way in Michel and I was sure that there was something good with Luke going on.
But now, the old threat had come back. The threat called Christopher.
Maybe I was exaggerating leaving Rory behind like that. But if he really was on his way to Stars Hollow, I had to protect her. But I couldn’t take her with me. She wouldn’t understand. It would be to confusing. I couldn’t leave her at the inn, either. Thanks to my parents, Christopher knew where we lived now, so I decided to bring her to Luke. He didn’t seem to be too delighted about it but nevertheless, he took her and I knew, she was safe with him.
I couldn’t have imagined that this telephone call, I received a few hours before, would bring such horrible news for me.
That was the reason why I now stood in front of my parents’ house. I didn’t really know why I did but somehow they were my last hope. Sure, they informed Christopher about my whereabouts but they were the only ones, who could help me now.
Finally, I managed to step onto the driveway and slowly but steady, I went closer to my least favorite door in the world. Death’s door would have been better for sure, at least the reception on the other side would have been warmer. But I had no choice. Carefully, I rang the doorbell.
A few moments later the door opened. To my surprise, not a maid stood in front of me but my father in person. He stared at me like I was an alien from Mars. He said nothing, just continued to stare with an unbelievable surprised look on his face.
I made a step forwards, I didn’t know what to say or what to do, so I reached out my hand and said,
"Hello, Dad."
But he didn’t take my hand, nor did he answer anything. He just stepped aside to show me that I could come in. His face now changed from surprised to grim.
"Richard? Who is it?"
I heard my mother’s voice from upstairs and indeed a few moments later, she walked down the stairs.
"Have you suddenly become a mute?", she asked him a little teasing but then she stopped dead. She had seen me. She looked a little guilty, but I was sure that I had just imagined it because a few moments later it was gone.
"Lorelai", she almost whispered, "What are you doing here?"
"Hi, Mom", I began, "I wanted to talk to you about something..."
"About something?", finally my father seemed to find his words again, "Don’t you mean about your husband?"
I turned around to face my dad, obviously, they were informed. Rage climbed up my body but I desperately tried to swallow it. Instead I said,
"Yes, it’s about Christopher."
My mom now stood beside me.
"Alright, let’s go to the living-room. Do you like some tea?"
"I’d really love to have some coffee", I answered as polite as it was possible.
"Okay."
We sat in silence, staring at each other. Then, after what seemed like hours to me, a maid appeared to bring me my coffee.
"Thanks."
"So, Lorelai, you wanted to talk? Then talk. Do you need money?", my dad asked, still having a grim look on his face.
"No, I don’t need money, Dad. I just wanted to talk. You will certainly not believe me but you’re my last chance."
I could see my father glimpsing at my mom but the expression on his face didn’t fade.
"It’s about... about... Christopher, as I already told you... he called me that he wanted to take Rory away from me..."
My mother interrupted me,
"Oh, come on, Lorelai, Christopher would never say such things. He’s too gentle for that."
I snorted,
"You weren’t so fond of him, as he got me pregnant, remember?", I began to shout now, I realized, but I couldn’t fight my temper ever. My parents exchanged pitiful looks, so I continued in a forced calm voice,
"Just let me tell my story here, okay? It’s important."
I looked at them, finally both of them nodded. I sighed and began to talk.
It was eleven o’clock and I finally had gotten Rory to sleep. Now, I made myself ready for bed as the phone rang. I ran to pick it up because I wanted to avoid that Rory would wake up again.
"Hello?", I whispered.
A male voice was on the other end. It seemed rather angry.
"Lore, it’s... Christopher."
I gulped and silently went into the bathroom.
"What do you want?", I finally managed to ask.
I really felt sick. Secretly, I cursed my parents, how they could give him the number. But he diverted my thoughts.
"I want Rory. How could you just leave without any sign at all? I was worried, Lorelai!"
I got more and more angry now.
"How I could leave, Christopher? You hit me and you hit Rory! Isn’t that reason enough?"
A few moments silence, I nearly could see his face become red, then he said,
"It was that once. Unintentionally."
"That once?", now, I shouted, too, "Christopher, you hit Rory that once. But what about me? D’you say you hit me only this time?"
Again, silence, then he said, very slow and calm,
"Maybe you earned it."
I had to sit down. Air didn’t reach me anymore. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. How could he say something like that? I was speechless. Christopher, on the other hand, seemed to take that moment of my confusion and continued,
"Anyway, I’m on my way to that stupid little town you live now. I want to pick up Rory."
I tried to reply something but he had already hung up.
I looked at my parents. I had no clue what was on their minds. But somehow, they seemed to stare at a point right behind me.
Slowly, I turned around.
Chris 
