[Cedric]

So, Guys...der nächste Teil. Ich muss im vornherein sagen, dass er mir irgendwie nicht gefällt, aber ich weiß nicht wie ich anders schreibe soll...

zuerst reFBs:

@liony: thx.
@jule:thx, bist du dir da so sicher, dass Emily und Richard sie suchen???
@tina: thx again..betareader....mal sehen...das muss ich mir sehr genau überlegen...
@anne: keine sorge, du versäumst nichts! Ich poste die FF immer dann, wenn ich gerade einen neuen Teil fertig bin....Die Geburtsdatums stimmen nicht, habe einfach irgendwelche genommen...Rory's könnte zumindest ungefär stimmen, denke ich. Aber keine Ahnung...


der nächste teil ist für Anne und meine kleine schwester, die das hier auch liest...

part VI:


"Hey, what I wanted to ask you, Lorelai, how many times have you been to Luke’s since you’re here?", Sookie asked me, while we were heading towards the Independence Inn.
"Today was the third time. Why would you ask such a thing?", I replied confused.
"Well, Luke knew your name. He never remembers any names. It took him one and a half year, to not call me Roxie", she giggled.
"He called me Lorelai? I didn’t even realize. Yah, well, this time, he obviously memorized it. Lorelai’s not an ordinary name. Maybe that’s why it stick", I said.
"You must have left quite an impression there...", Sookie went on.

But I didn’t listen anymore. The world around me, swished away. All had become foggy. I felt like I had a stroke. Luke knew your name.... Sookie’s voice echoed in my head. I was sure, I hadn’t told him my name. Nor did Sookie or anybody else. I don’t know anybody here. Obviously he had to know something. But how could he? As far as I knew, he had been living in this town forever. He couldn’t have been in contact with my ex-husband...husband. It was impossible. Or wasn’t it? But how else could he know?
I don’t remember, how I got into my room, what I said to Sookie or how I got into bed. My thoughts were twisting like a blizzard in my head. They reached another target. Right back were it all started from...


"Mom, Dad? We have to tell you something."
I was nervous, uncertain, how they would react. Badly, supposedly.
I glanced at my boyfriend. He looked like I felt. Pale, small, vulnerable.
I breathed deep. Opened my mouth and closed it again. Five times, I started over. Then, finally I said:
"Mom, Dad? I’m... I’m.... I’m pregnant."
Silence. Five minutes? An hour? I couldn’t tell. They didn’t even move. Then, finally. My father approached to us. He had a furious and disgusted look on his face. He looked at Christopher.
"You dirty little bastard! How could you?", he shouted.
Then he hit him, right into his face. Christopher stumbled. My dad punched him again. He fell, blood was dropping down his nose. He was incapable to defense himself.
"Stop it, stop it!", I blurred.
I tried to help Christopher, but it turned out to be impossible. My dad was much stronger than me. I turned around. My mother stood on the very same space as before. She hadn’t moved.
"Do something, Mom. Please!", I begged her tearfully, "He’s gonna kill him!"
She kept on standing there. Then finally, after what seemed like hours to me, she opened her mouth.
"Richard, stop it."
She said those words very calmly, but nevertheless, my father immediately stopped to punch my boyfriend.
Again, I turned towards my mom.
"Thanks. Listen, I’m so sor...", I began, but I immediately broke off, as I saw the look on my mom’s face.
"I don’t want to hear anything, Lorelai. Just go upstairs, pack your things and get out of here. I’ll never wanna see you again. Both of you."
I stared at her. I couldn’t believe, what I’ve just heard. I knew they would take it badly. But like this?
"Mom, Dad, please...", I began again.
But again, I was interrupted.
"Out!", my father roared.
I never had seen him like this. His face was like a mask. Angry, furious and disappointed. It shook me hard. I turned, ran upstairs, packed some clothes and my David Bowie record, and went down again. Christopher was waiting there for me. He gently took my hand and together, we went out of that house, which had been my home for sixteen years.
For once, I glimpsed back over my shoulder. My parents were standing in the foyer. Stiff, furious but, at the same time, calm, almost relieved.
It was the last time, I saw them.


"Mommy, huhu? D’you hear me?"
Rory’s voice and face brought me back to reality.
"Sorry, hon, what did you say?", I focused.
"Could you come downstairs? Please? I want you to meet my new friend!"
"You’ve found a friend, Rory? That’s fantastic. I told ya, you would."
Enthusiastically, I got up and went downstairs. In the dining-room sat a little Korean girl, with black hair and glasses.
"Mom, this is Lane Kim. She’s in my class", Rory introduced me to her.
"Hi Lane, nice to meet you."
I was relieved, that Rory had made some contacts. Though she was very smart, she always had been kind of shy. But now she met Lane. It definitely was a good sign. She was adjusting.
The rest of the day flew by. We played board-games together with Lane, who indeed was very charming. I helped Rory with her homework and I got her to bed by eight o’clock.

Again, I watched her sleeping. And again she had the ability to make me calm. The shock of Luke knowing my name still was there, but somehow, it was fading. I don’t know why, I just somehow felt better. My parents again occurred to me. I hadn’t thought of them for years. I didn’t know of what to think first.
After hours of pining myself, I finally fell asleep.