Chapter three- Tori POV

I wake up in an unfamiliar place to the smell of hot cocoa. "Where am I?" I call out cautiously.

"Tori? It's Beck. You're okay. You're in my RV. You had a break down and I had to take you home," he replies.

"This isn't home. I live in Hollywood Hills, not in LA."

"Well, I can't send you home with what your parents do to you." Suddenly, the memories of what happened come flooding back to me. "Do you want to talk about it at all?"

"Um… I don't think you want to hear any of it."

"Yes, I do. What caused what happened at school? There has to be something."

"Well, that's one of the lighter ones. Are you sure, because-"

"Just tell me already!"

Flashback

January 23, 2012

Tori- 13, Trina- 15

"Hey Tori, could you help me with this song that I have to write?" Trina asks.

"Yea, sure. Play it for me." Tori listens through almost four minutes of Trina's terrible singing. When she gets done, she asks for feedback.

"What are the lyrics supposed to be in the chorus? You sang it differently all four times, and I suggest that you sing it all the same way. I personally liked-" she was cut off by Holly storming down the stairs.

"Victoria Alacia Vega! How dare you insult my little princess!"

"She asked for feedback mom, I swear!"

"Well, too bad!" She shoves Tori up against a wall and she hits her head. She cries out in pain and her mother slaps her across the face. "You (slap) are worthless (slap slap slap) and untalented (slap slap) ! Don't you ever forget that you are a mistake and I will never love you!" She slaps Tori again and again until she blacks out.

End Flashback

"That's it Tori," he says, obviously trying to contain his rage. "I'm never letting you back there again."

"You have to! Everytime I'm gone for more than a couple of hours, they hurt me so bad that I can't take it! I almost died once. I was almost DEAD. I really don't want that to happen again!"

"Tori, shush. You aren't going back. You don't have to."

"You don't understand. I'm going back there at least one more time so they know where I am."

"Let's focus on now. Why were you almost dead?"

"My mom locked me in my room with no food for almost a month. The only thing that I could have was the stuff in my secret mini stash that was made up of two packs of fruit snacks and a twix bar. I would hide in my room sometimes so my dad and mom wouldn't hurt me. I was always safe there… at least, until then. I became feeling unsafe in my own room, and a couple of times I ran away. Whenever I came back home, my parents were very mad with me. Not because I ran away. No, they wouldn't care at all if I were gone. They were mad that I came back. That made me feel worthless and like I didn't matter." Tears were in my eyes now. "No, I'm sorry, it's stupid." I frantically try to keep my emotions in, but soon enough, I'm in another breakdown. I've never had these before. I don't know why I'm having one now. Especially in front of an almost stranger. Why? I learned from a very young age to control my emotions. If my parents saw me like this, they would be in an all out rage. I would probably be unconscious by now. Heck, I might even be dead. My life changed a lot after they took me back in. They seemed to hate me even more than before, and they tried to sell me. They tried to sell a human being.

"No! It's not stupid. I can't imagine. Wow, you've been through a lot. How long?"

"Well, when I was two, they sent me to foster care, I bounced around for six years, and then they told my parents that they are required to take me back in. So basically eight years."

"Oh Tori, why? What did you do to deserve this? You are the most wonderful person that I have ever met." I blushed when I heard this. "Don't ever let them do this to you again, okay?" I nodded my head. "And if you ever need anything, just come-" he was cut off by a knock on the door. He goes over and looks at his security cameras, and I think I hear him curse.

"Beck? Is everything okay?" I ask.

"No, I think that's your dad." Oh no.

"Does he seem drunk?"

"Well, he has a bunch of bottles in his hand, and he looks drunk, yes." Crap.

"Hide. In the closet. Please." I beg with him. He finally consents. I go over and open the door. "Hey Dad! Didn't know you would be here. What's up?"

"I heard about your little...umm… breakdown today." Oh no. "I was wondering if some… lessons will teach you how to behave." Oh no. Should have seen this coming. He walks up and grabs my throat with one hand and starts slapping me with the other. He lets go of me and throws one of the bottles at my face. I can feel shards entering my skin. I cry out in pain. He shoves me to the ground, and I can't feel anything. I almost blacked out from him trying to choke me. I manage to hang on, and I see Beck coming out of his closet. I frantically shake my head. He nods, and goes back into the closet. I see my dad taking his belt off. Again. Guess I should stay quiet. I'm not a teenage mom, and have no intention of being one. I close my eyes as he begins to rape me.

(I'm a good girl. I'm not going into detail, 'kay?)

When he's done, I'm curled up in a ball, crying. He spits in my face and leaves.