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So, ein neuer Teil.
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The next part's dedicated to my silent reader (you know, who you are!)
part XXI:
Sadly, I wasn’t wrong. He was standing right behind me, his face angry and clenching his fists.
"Nice lies you’re telling here", he said in a scary tone.
I didn’t say anything. I was just too perplex. I continued to stare at him and still couldn’t believe that he was standing there, grinning.
Finally, I found my words and turned around to face my parents.
"You knew about that, didn’t you?"
They just nodded. My mom was unusual pale and her eyes widened.
"And you thought, we would believe this? Christopher would never do such things!", she claimed.
Rage climbed up my body again and for a split of a second, I was speechless.
They were on his side. They abandoned their own child...
"Well, you weren’t so fond of him as he got me pregnant, remember?"
I realized just now that I was screaming. My dad stood up.
"Impossible girl!"
"My Native American name, I believe."
"Ah, come on. I don’t want to hear one of your silly jokes right now. You gave us no reason to believe you. You never called, you never wrote. Christopher did it all. I haven’t seen you for six years, Lorelai!"
Now, I, stood up, too.
"You were the ones, who kicked me out. I didn’t choose to leave!"
Silence.
Then, my mother was speaking again.
"That was ages ago, Lorelai. Anyway, I just can’t believe those things that you told us about Christopher."
"Well, why d’you think I would have left him then?"
"I don’t know. You often act strange and foolish."
I said nothing. I just couldn’t. It seemed like I was going to lose this battle. But I just couldn’t surrender right now. I had to do it for Rory. They just had to believe me. I couldn’t let Christopher take precedence over me. By that time, I realized, he had been strikingly silent through the whole discussion. I turned around again. He stood at the exactly same point. But the expression on his face had changed. He smiled now, a smile of a winner. The look of him made me even more desperate.
"Mom, Dad! What can I do to make you trust me?"
"Nothing, I guess."
That was Christopher speaking again but I didn’t turn around, instead I hissed,
"I wasn’t talking to you. Mom? Dad?"
I got no answer at all. But suddenly, something popped into my head. I lifted my pullover a little bit to show them something. There were bruises and scratches everywhere.
"I haven’t hit myself, you know."
I realized now, I was about to cry. But still where was not the reaction I’d been hoping for.
"Do you say that this is evidence?"
I just nodded.
"No, it’s not. You could have done anything."
I stared at them. I always knew that they were cold and distant but this coolness just shocked me. Tears were streaming down my face now.
"Oh, very dramatic, Lore."
That was it. As I saw Christopher’s smirking face, I had enough. Without another look on him or my parents, I ran out of the house.
And I ran and ran and ran.
I only stopped, as I was completely out of breath. Now I was standing a little outside of Hartford, in front of a beautiful little house with a garden full of gnomes. While I was looking at that house, I realized that my parents hadn’t been my last chance at all.
She was my last chance...
Single-minded, I walked up the driveway, knocked on the door and waited. Only a few moments later, a tall man with sunglasses opened the door. He was so tall that he had to buckle to fit in. Curious, he looked at me.
"How may I help you?"
"I’m sorry to bother you. But could I maybe make a telephone call to Stars Hollow? It’s urgent."
The man facing me, never got the chance to answer because at that moment, a tiny little woman with blonde curly hair appeared behind him.
"Stars Hollow? We used to live there. Just moved into here. Who do you like to call, dear?", she asked.
"Erm...", I just replied.
"Come on, Babette, don’t be so curious, it’s none of your business."
Although tears were still streaming down my cheeks, I inevitable had to smile, so I answered,
"I really need to call Luke Danes."
"Luke, huh? A woman’s calling Luke. Never thought that day would ever come."
I didn’t know what to reply but the man did it for me,
"Come on in, call him."
"Thank you so much."
I went inside, picked up the phone, dialed the number and waited.
"Hello? Rory Gilmore speaking?"
"Rory, honey. Are you good? Is Luke around? I really need to talk to him."
"Yeah, wait a sec, Mommy."
"Yeah, hello?" Luke’s voice reached my ear.
"Hi Luke, it’s Lorelai."
"Lorelai! Where are you? I mean, are you okay?"
"I’m in Hartford. And I... I need your help. And Rory’s."
"What’s going on?"
I didn’t answer immediately, I took a deep breath and swallowed my tears.
"Christopher called yesterday and threatened to take away Rory, so I thought I should see my parents. But he... he was already there and... and... and...", my voice cracked.
But Luke finished my sentence.
"They didn’t believe you", he said in a very caring and calm voice.
"Yes. Could you come here and meet me?"
"Of course, we’ll be right there. Meet us at the edge of John F. Kennedy Lane, okay?"
"Yes, okay."
I hung up, thanked Babette and her husband and went outside. Thirty minutes later, a green truck came round the corner, stopped in front me and Rory and Luke got out of it.
"Mommy!", my daughter ran towards me, "Mommy, are you okay?"
"Now, you’re here, yes."
Slowly, we went down the street and then we stood in front of my parents’ house.
"Are you really sure that you wanna go in there?", Luke asked me worried.
"I have to", I simply answered.
For the first time now, I looked closely at him. Something was different. Then I realized what it was. He was wearing Rory’s baseballcap. It confused me a little. Rory had never given it to somebody else, not even to me. She must have had a great time with him...
Again, I wiped away my tears and knocked. Only seconds later, the door flung open and my mother stood there.
"How could you just leave like that? We were in the middle of a discussion."
She wanted to complain further but then she saw Rory. Immediately, the expression on her face softened.
"Can we come in?", I asked.
Mom just nodded and went forward into the living-room, where Dad and Christopher were sitting.
"We’ve got visitors."
They looked at us. As Christopher saw Rory, he jumped up.
"Rory! I have missed you!"
But Rory stepped backwards, reached out for Luke’s hand and hid herself behind him. Christopher stopped dead in his tracks.
"What’s wrong, Rory? It’s your daddy", he said.
Rory didn’t move.
"Christopher? Why is Rory hiding from you?"
My dad was speaking now, and he looked very confused. I took a look at my mom, she had a similar expression on her face.
"Rory? Why are you hiding from your dad?", she asked silently and softly.
Rory didn’t answer, instead she looked at me. Her face was full of fear. I was really sorry to drag her into this thing like that but since she was there, I had the feeling that everything could maybe turn out good.
For a short moment, I looked up and Luke’s and my eyes crossed. His eyes were twinkling and I realized that he was my ray of hope...
I focused back on Rory.
"You don’t have to answer, if you don’t want to. But you can reply your grandma", I encouraged her.
Slowly, Rory let go off Luke’s hand, stepped forward and took a deep breath.
doch in einer anderen Weise hat es mich auch sehr an Richard erinnert!
