Hi, so here is the second story for the Victorious fandom. This story will be thirty chapters long or so I planned and is the hardest story I have ever written but for reasons I wanted to write it.

This story contains TRIGGER WARNINGS, FOR OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND RAPE. IF THIS OFFENDS YOU THEN THAT'S FINE BUT PLEASE STOP READING HERE. THIS IS RATED M.

This story AU from 2x01-Beggin' On Your Knees.

Disclaimer-Nothing is mine.

Please Read and Review.

Main Pairings-Tori/Andre Cat/Robbie Jade/Beck and some Trina/OC.

This is the prologue the next chapter will involve the attack on Tori so please keep that in mind.

Also this story will have some justice in it I can promise you all that.

And let me know what you think.

Did You Hear What Happened To Tori Vega?

AU from Begging on Your Knees episode-Ryder Daniels was not going quietly and his actions have long lasting effects on the Victorious gang especially one member for the rest of their lives. Will the group crumble or get stronger? TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND RAPE. RATED M. Main Pairings, Andre/Tori, Jade/Beck, Robbie/Cat, some Trina/OC.

Chapter One-Prologue

They say it can take a second for your live to change.

They say that before it does change you see in perfect picture clarity the events that lead you to this moment.

They say a lot of things. But until you understand this moment, until you have lived this moment, like she had done, like all of them had done then you don't have a clue.

You can remember ever moment in crystal clarity and it stays with you even though you read that sometimes that is not the case.

In this case, she remembered everything, every second, every detail, this would be helpful later she knew, and it had been, it had been the difference between being labelled a whore or being labelled a victim and there were times when she couldn't tell if she wanted the former or the later as her moniker.

It took her a long time to realise that she wasn't either. She was a survivor.

It was the difference…admitting these facts that made you feel that when you walked into a courtroom it was the difference between being dragged or walking in with your head held high. Or at least that's what it felt like to her. Because everyone's ordeal is different and she didn't kid herself by thinking she could tell anyone what to do.

She was lucky that she had the support of some incredible people to do that.

A girl who kicked ass and stuck by her no matter what, who took the beating with her and who shut up all the gossips.

Another girl who was light and managed to distract her from the pain with inane conversation.

A sister who never wavered in her convictions even when it seemed like her own mother was.

A boy who protected them all, who looked after her, who looked after them.

A boy with a puppet who kept his mouth shut, the boy holding him becoming a man, recognising evil in the world clearer than the bullies he was used to dealing with.

And the third boy that gave her a new lease on life. Reminding her that she was not broken or damaged, that she had done nothing wrong, that she had survived this.

They say it can only take one second for your life to change.

For her it took longer.

It took hours before it sunk it, hours before she managed to pull herself up off the cold floor and lean against the counter where that morning she had sat with another boy and tried to write a song that showed the world her disgust at men that used women that way.

It took days to recover, to become a sham of what she used to be but a pretty good front so that she could convince her absentee mother, her workaholic father and her self-absorbed sister that she was functioning. Her friends noticed but she was so numb, had been so numb that she didn't care if they noticed. Didn't care that they wondered and worried about her or teased her, didn't care about anything or anyone.

She was still standing, still able to function and that was enough, that day by day seemed a little victory, a teeny tiny step in the right direction.

Isn't that what those self-help books spewed about? Or those infuriating articles that made her slam her laptop down shut so that she didn't have to see the words or remember the images that were conjured up. Not that, that was an excuse, she didn't need to remember, she needed to forget.

Boy had she read into that wrong.

This story is many things. First and foremost, it is a trigger story; this story is about a guy who went out and destroyed a girl's life. Who tried to break her and ruin her and make her ashamed using one of the oldest and disgusting tricks there was.

But this is a story of how a group of teenagers who were all so much older than they should have been regrouped and protected this girl, looked out for her and told her until she believed them without hesitation that nothing that happened was her fault. This is a story of how a girl survived an ordeal and how her friends supported her.

This is also a love story. About a boy who pined for a broken girl and a broken girl who slowly began to fall in love again, of a girl who was tough as nails who became soft because of the boy-the protector that she fell in love with, of a big sister's love for her little sister and for two misfits who fell in love locked in their own little world.

The story went around their school in the months after, the whispers, the rumours, the accusations and the judgements. This is High School, these were teenagers. For months, there was only one topic on people's thoughts, one sentence on people's lips and two very different verdicts in people's minds.

But one thing remained. One sentence carried in people's minds, and people's lips. One thing that followed one girl around for the rest of her life-or so it seemed at that moment.

And it is this that started this story.

"Did you hear what happened to Tori Vega?"

Next Chapter-In which there is an attack and by the end of it Tori's life is left in pieces.

Let me know what you think.