Hey Guys! I meant for this update to be up on Friday, but I got caught up with schoolwork and other things. I'm not super thrilled with the way this chapter turned out, but I hope you enjoy it, I promise things are going to pick up here pretty soon.

*Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious ect ect. If I did, well you probably wouldn't be able to put it on television...


The door creaks as it opens and I step into my living room. I don't want to see my mother, I don't want to see him, sitting in "His chair" at the kitchen table reading the newspaper like he does most day when I get home from school. With his smug "I'm better than you" look and his evil eyes, his evil fucking eyes.

If he's here I'm leaving. I don't know where I'll go, but I can't stay here with him.

I can hear noise coming from the other room, someone has the television on and I can hear the hosts from Good Morning America talking about the latest big workout trend for stay at home mothers.

It's mom out there then.

My mother always records it so that she can watch it when she gets home from work. She says it has good information and is a great way to keep up with what is going on in the rest of the country. I think she just wants to look knowledgeable about things to show off to her friends.

I still don't know if he's here, so I slip my shoes off, set my backpack on the floor and step lightly towards the kitchen in just my socks hoping to stifle my footsteps. If he is in the kitchen I don't want him to hear me, that way I can turn right back around and leave. Looking around the corner I find an empty kitchen and I breathe out in relief. I turn around and go to grab my backpack before heading upstairs to my room. Just as I place my foot on the first step, a hand grabs my shoulder from behind.

"Caterina?" My mother turns me around and keeps her hand on my shoulder. "Honey, can we please talk about what happened last night? I don't want you to be mad about it, it was all just a big accident okay?"

She looks at me intently, waiting for my response. I just stare at her, there is nothing I want to say to her if she is going to keep acting like there is nothing wrong. She is blind when it comes to him, she thinks he's always right.

I'm her daughter for God's sake and she just turns her head the other way and acts like everything is sunshine and daisies.

She shakes my shoulder in an effort to get a response.

"Caterina please say something."

I push her hand off my shoulder, turn on my heel and climb up the stairs to my room. I can hear her following me, saying my name, but I just ignore her. At the top of the stairs she grabs my shoulder again and I turn around and look her right in the eye.

"Mom stop. You know what he did, you can see the damage he left on my face. Just stop and leave me alone I'm not talking to you." With that said, I leave her standing on the top stair and escape into the safety of my room, closing the door behind me. The moment the door clicks close, I can feel the tears start to wet my eyes. I brush them away and throw my backpack on the floor and toss my shoes into my closet.

I felt gross and decided to take a shower, so I stripped my clothes off and tossed them onto my bed. The feeling of the hot water splashing on my body relaxed me and felt absolutely wonderful on my sore muscles. My mind continued to go over what happened last night and I couldn't get the image of him out of my head. My relationship with him has become an obsession, I don't want him to have anything to do with my life, but I can't stop my thoughts. What eventually does interrupt my thoughts however is the beeping of my phone, signifying a new text message.

I turn the shower off, wrap my towel around my body and grab my phone off of the bathroom counter and punch my password in. I find a text from Zuri, my friend and sparring partner for kickboxing.

"U coming to gym 2morrow?" the text read.

I smile and type a quick reply "Wouldn't miss it" and send it off. Zuri always texts me on Mondays to see if I'm going to show up to work out the next day. She refuses to go alone anymore because one time I couldn't show up she got stuck sparring with Ryan, who apparently has a crush on her, or is just a typical pervy teenage boy. The next day she had talked my ear off about how he repeatedly touched her boobs and grope her during the spars and afterward tried to put the moves on her. She hardly lets a chance slide by to remind me about that day.

I set my phone back down on the counter and pull the hair brush out of the top drawer. I spend the next ten minutes running the brush through my hair to get it all nice and straight and free of tangles. As I am putting it back in the drawer my phone starts to buzz again, this time someone is calling. Picking up the phone I see Tori's picture on the screen and I quickly answer it.

"Hi Tori!" I say

"Hey Cat! So I was looking at our homework for math class, and it's got me confused as Hell, do you wanna come over and we could do it together?" Tori asks.

Tori, you are a literal lifesaver.

"You can stay for dinner too and I'll drive you home when we are done." She says.

"Yeah sure Tor! I'll get ready now and come over soon!"

"Alright awesome Cat, see you in a little bit."

I hang up the phone and look at myself in the mirror. I want to look good if I'm going to leave the house. Tori's already seen the injuries on my face so I don't bother trying to hide them again, instead I pull my hair into a pony tail and wrap a pink ribbon around it and tie it in a bow to hold it in place. A couple minutes later I look in the mirror again and deem my appearance to be satisfactory. Before leaving the bathroom to find some clean clothes to put on, I cup my hands under my boobs and study them for a moment. Being ever self-conscious about my body, my boobs were one thing I am very proud of, Zuri claims that it's the pushups we do that keep them so perky. She says that it tightens the muscles in our chests and improves the look of our breasts. I'm not sure if she really knows what she is talking about, but then again, I haven't been uncomfortable with my breasts since they first started to come in during middle school. Some of the girls who developed faster and started to wear bras would be mean to the other girls, they would be mean to me. One girl in particular, Sierra Gooden, signaled me out and made fun of me on several occasions. The time that hurt the most was when she told me that my breasts were like googly eyes because they were small, not the same size and shook around when I walked. That night I went home and cried for hours and wore a sports bra I got from my cousin for the rest of the year. I let my hands drop back to my side and my boobs clung to my chest looking perky and plump.

Ha, if Sierra could see me now she would have nothing to laugh about.

I pick up my jeans and sweatshirt of my bed and decide that they are clean enough to put on again and wear tonight. Grabbing my backpack and slipping my shoes back on, I walk out of my room and down the stairs. I leave the house without telling my mother.

I put my headphones in and start to make my way towards the bus stop.

I had been given another escape.


Well there you go! I hope this chapter was too your liking, and I hope you are starting to fall in love with this broken girl that Cat is just as I have.

Leave me a review and let me know what you think or even if there is something you would like to see happen!

What will happen in the next chapter? Will Cat and Tori be able to focus on school work, or will they get...distracted? Will we find more out about her relationship with Him and what has happened between them? Tune in next week to find out!