"Rory, you were never a fan of John as a person—"

"Neither were you!" Rory talked over her. She pursed her lips. "Our real mother. Do you know her?" she asked. Elena kept quiet. "Because you obviously had the time to figure out that we were adopted, which probably meant that your Sherlock Holmes ass probably tried to find her, right?"

"Rory, you have to promise me that you won't freak out—"

"I will promise that if you do not tell me I am getting into my car and leaving this house and I'm never coming back," Rory responded. Elena pursed her lips, running a hand through her hair. "Tell me, Elena. You owe me this."

"Her name is Isobel," Elena finally said. Rory clenched her jaw. "She was Alaric's ex-wife."

"I think I'm going to be sick," Rory mumbled as she covered her mouth as tears gathered at her eyes. Her head was spinning, and she felt like everything she knew about herself had fallen into pieces around her. She crouched on the floor, letting out sharp, short breaths as she tried to calm the pounding in her chest.

"Rory..." Elena's voice sounded like white noise in her ears as her hearing went fuzzy, her eyes squeezing shut. She felt her sister's hand fall on her shoulder, and Rory roughly pushed her away. "Rory, I'm so sorry."

"Aurora?" John's voice came from the doorway. Rory felt her ears pop as her eyes peeled open slowly, her head turning to face John. Rory scowled at the older man. Realisation dawned in John's face as he attempted to walk towards her. "Aurora, before you get angry—"

"Don't," Rory demanded as she pushed herself into a standing position. "Don't you dare talk to me. Don't you dare say my name."

"I did it to protect you," John pleaded.

"Everyone in this fucking family thinks I need protecting!" Rory shouted. "I'm not some fucking China doll—I am a human being! I am capable of making my own decisions. And I am so deathly tired of all of you trying to save me from myself just because I have a mental illness. I don't need saving; I don't need all of you to play hero," Rory fumed. "You say you want to protect me, but you're all so fucking selfish. You didn't want to "protect" me. You just didn't want to deal with the consequences from when I would inevitably find out. So screw you."

"What the hell is going on?" Jenna suddenly voiced from the doorway, Alaric standing behind her. Rory swallowed at the ashen look on Alaric's face as he realised what was happening. "What the hell is he doing here?"

"You know, I'm, uh... probably just going to take off," Alaric hesitantly said.

Rory clenched her jaw as Alaric turned to leave. "I'm still confused here," Jenna frowned.

"I decided to come back and stay here for awhile," John responded.

"Like hell," Rory spat venomously.

"Not here, you're not," Jenna added.

"Actually, you can't stop me from living here,"

"Actually, I can, as legal guardian,"

Rory scoffed out loud. Jenna turned to face the teenager with a confused glance. Elena swallowed thickly. "Sister dearest, do you want to explain the situation, or would you rather me do the honours?" Rory asked, sarcasm and venom dripping from her tone. "Actually, never mind. I'll do it. John is our biological dad, Jenna."

"What?!" Jenna exclaimed, pure shock written on her face.

"I hate this fucking town," Rory snatched her coat from the couch, storming out of the house. She didn't even listen to Elena and Jenna's calls, begging her to return.

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