Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious or any song listed in this fanfic. The songs owners are Tyga and Drake.
"Cups of the Rose
B****es in my old phone
I should call one and go home
I've been in this club too long"
I chuckled. We were still friends, even after we broke up. She has a new boyfriend. I've met him a few times. After a while, she and I became distant. We still hang out sometimes, but that's when he lets her. I'm asking myself, "Why won't she leave him?" It's because she loves him. Even if he dosent let her see her friends. That's what true love is. Or so I thought. Lately, it seems that she's not herself anymore. She's not the Tori Vega I fell in love with.
"F-k that new boy
that you love so bad
I know you still think
about the times we had"
She's been wearing more makeup. Trying to cover up something. I hope it's not what I think it is. If it is I'll kill him. With my bare hands. I'm not a fan of abusers. I found her crying in the janitors closet once. As soon as walked in she straightened up. I asked her what's wrong. She said it was nothing and walked out. We haven't talked since.
"I'm just sayin'
you could do better
Tell me have you heard that lately?
I'm just sayin' you could do better
And I'll start hatin', only if you make me."
Then, she went missing. 2 weeks before we would have graduated. I kept calling her. Over, and over again. That was 3 years ago. I'm a songwriter, and I've done wrote many famous songs, one even by Bruno Mars. I walked into a café, and ordered a burger. Then, I saw her again. It was a stroke of luck. I walked over to her table and asked, "Tori Vega?" She looked at me weird at first, and then her eyes lit up. "Andre Harris?" she exclaimed, and gave me a big hug. I've asked her she been all this time. She took a deep breath and explained it all. How he hit her, forced her into sex, and even kidnapped her. My fist clenched and anger filled my head. She reassured me that he was long gone. So, I gave her my phone number and went back to my apartment.
"Uh, cups of the XO
All my people been here
I see all of her friends here
Guess she don't have the time
to kick it no more."
One night she called me. Her voice sounded weak, and fragile. She told me, how he found her. Invaded her house, rip off all her clothes, and got what he wanted. How he locked her in a closet with no food. How he only opens it to get what he wanted, and give her a small portion of a meal, with a small cup of water. How one day he was drunk and cut her with a beer bottle. How he just bandaged the cut up the next morning, and got what he wanted again. How every day the meals got smaller. How, he left his phone in the closet one day. How she called me and still had the paper with my phone number. How she wouldn't make it anymore. How, she was about to die. How, she wanted to hear my voice one last time. How she's crying as she tells me what he did. How she called the police and could hear the sirens outside. How her vision became a big blur. Then the line went silent.
"Now she's far away
And I'd do anything just to see her face.
But she's far, far away
Walk a thousand miles
just to see her smile again."