I pull over at Rory's house and make my way in, not bothering to stop check if his car is still parked in first. I know when that son of a b***h is heartbroken the last thing he does is go out. There are a lot of things I want to explain to him although a part of me just want to bash his head in for laying a damn finger on Taylor.
Taylor says not hurt him so I'm gonna try not to. I tell myself, calming my inner monster.
I walk into the house and head for the library because that where Rory stays...more of hides when things don't go his way.
I enter and see him seated on his favourite red sofa with a bottle of whiskey in his right hand and a copy of a photo in his left hand. His fingernails are digging into the picture, venting all the anger which I can feel from the door on the photo. H
