So once again, I am being forced to update by my friend. She literally begged me. Hehehehehe (I don't know why that was funny…oh well.) Haha.

Okay, enjoy!

Disclaimer: oh and the song that Andre is talking about in this chapter, is called Stand Up by One Direction and I do not own it.

Tori's POV

After being in LA for a full two weeks, I decided it was time to officially divorce Caleb. So that's what I did. Since we were living on opposite sides of the country, we each had our own lawyer from where we lived. According to what Caleb's lawyer told my lawyer, he wanted me to come back to New York and go over everything and work things out, but I refused. I did not want to face him at all. That's why all of our paperwork was done through our lawyers by mail. I didn't care what the cost was; I refused to see Caleb's face. I had had enough of that man.

The day I got the notice that Caleb and I were officially divorced, I cried tears of joy. I could not have been happier. I was also happy that Shayla would never have to face him again. According to the court, Caleb abandoned Shayla, so there was no custody arrangement made. Shayla was mine and all mine and that was really something to be happy about.

I eventually got to where I needed more than a weeks' worth of clothes. I felt like I was washing all the time and I was getting tired of doing that. So I made a deal with Joanie and Jenna. One weekend, my mom and I flew out to New York and went to my old home where Caleb and I had lived (which looked exactly the same as when I'd left) and we packed up all of my things and Shayla's things. I knew that Caleb wouldn't come in the house, because he was with his family. That was the deal I'd made with Joanie and Jenna; Caleb was with them and they wouldn't let him go back to his house until I was long gone. As I was heading back to the airport, I texted Jenna and told her we were done. Caleb would probably notice that some stuff was gone, but I didn't care. He would probably be too drunk to care. Even though the house looked the same, there were still beer bottles littering the floor. The house didn't particularly smell that great either.

My spare time in LA was spent either looking for a house of my own or spending time with Andre. We didn't even talk about getting back together; it was never even questioned. We simply hung out and talked while Shayla and Branson played. It was so cute to watch them play together. They were already the best of friends. It was awesome, because it was as if Andre was my best friend again. We went from friends, to best friends, to boyfriend-girlfriend, to nothing at all, and to best friends again. It was nice to be best friends with him again.

Along with Andre, I was catching up with all my other friends. Andre was right; Robbie and Cat's twin boys, Colton and Tyson, were the cutest little boys I'd ever seen. It was great to see Robbie and Cat again. When I first stepped in their house, Cat gave me a huge bear hug. I had to tell her to lighten her grip.

It was really nice to see Beck and Jade again as well. The last time I'd seen Jade was at that restaurant with her and Cat and we'd gotten into a big fight. I apologized to Jade for that fight and she apologized to me. We acted as if it never happened. After apologizing, she started to talk about her pregnancy and how excited she was to have a baby girl in just four months. I told her that I was excited for her.

One day, Andre and I left Branson and Shayla with my mom and we went to the studio and I listened to Andre record some music. All of the songs were about love. A couple of them were about relationships gone wrong and I could tell they were about Libby. But there was one song in particular that I could tell was about me. It was called "Stand Up" and it was basically about how he would do anything for me and that he won't stop going after me until he's finished stealing every piece of my heart, says the song. It was really sweet and all, but I didn't want him as a boyfriend right now. It was nice to just have him as a friend.

After he played it for me, he walked out of the studio and smiled widely at me. "So…what did you think?"

"Um…it was…good." I said slowly.

"Good?" he asked. "Just good?"

"Okay, it was better than good." I admitted. "It was great." Even though I didn't like that it was about me, I couldn't deny that it wasn't a great song. Andre sure did have a special talent with writing music.

"Well, thank you," he said with a smile and sat down in a chair next to me. "You thought it sounded okay and everything?"

"Yeah, it sounded great." I told him.

He smiled. "Nice. So…you know who I wrote that for?"

My heart was pounding really hard. I could tell where this conversation was going. "Um…I don't know…Libby?"

He giggled. "Oh, please…" He moved his chair closer and got right in front of me. I slightly backed up. "I haven't written a love song for Libby in years. That song was about you."

I gulped. "Oh,"

"Yeah…oh," He slowly reached out his hand and caressed my cheek. I shivered under his touch and immediately had a flashback go through my brain.

"I'm so sorry. I feel awful about what I did last night." Then he looked at me in the face. He gently ran his fingers over the cheek that wasn't bruised. I shivered under his touch. "Listen to me, Tori…I lost it last night and…I totally regret what I did. If I could take it back, I would. If I could take back giving you this bruise, I would," He leaned in and very gently kissed the cheek that was bruised. I blinked a few times and tears rolled out of my eyes. When he pulled away, he wiped away the tears. "I understand if you're angry right now. I would be too. It's just…I hope you can understand that I am honestly and truly sorry. I love you and Shayla so much and I would never want to throw that away. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me." He gently kissed me. "I'm sorry."

I shivered again and jumped out of the chair. "I'm sorry, Andre…I can't do this."

"Do what?" he asked and stood up. "All I did was touch your cheek. Is that wrong?"

"No, but…that song that you just wrote for me." I said. "It's a love song. Do…do you love me?"

"Tori, you know I do." he said gently. "Why would you even question that?"

"I…I don't know, it's just…well, we haven't seen each other in years," I reminded him. "You're saying that you can just go back to the way things were?"

"I didn't say that, Tori, you did." he told me. "And…maybe we can't go back to the way they were exactly, but…I mean, come on," He walked right up to me and grabbed my hands. "You can't deny that we didn't have a great relationship."

I slowly and gently pulled out of his grip. "Yeah…we did."

"Okay, so what's the problem?" he asked. "We could just…start all over. Forget everything that's happened."

"Forget?" I exclaimed. "After everything Caleb did to me, you really think I can forget that? Andre, he abused me for four years. I can't just let that go."

"Tori, you're not the only one that's had a failed marriage." he said. "I tried to make it work with Libby, but she was impossible. And now she has a drug problem that I didn't even know about until it was almost too late."

"Andre, are you not getting something?" I asked, starting to get a little angry. "Libby didn't abuse you! You have no idea what I went through!"

He raised his eyebrows. "Really? I don't know? Well, have you forgotten what Libby did to Branson? She left beer bottles around her apartment which caused him to trip and his head landed on one. Have you seen the scar on his forehead? If you haven't, maybe you should have a look at it."

"You think you're the only one that's experienced something like that?" I exclaimed. I was now angry. "Caleb hurt Shayla. Like intentionally; Libby didn't even mean to do what she did. It was probably just an accident and she didn't know how to deal with it, but Andre…Caleb intentionally hit Shayla over and over again. You don't understand what it's like when the person that you fell in love with years ago hurts your own child."

"Whose side are you on?" exclaimed Andre. "Libby didn't care about Branson! She knew exactly what she was doing! Her eyesight is perfect; she knew exactly what had happened to Branson! There was no accident about it!"

"Well, then, maybe Branson shouldn't have tripped." I regretted those words as soon as they left my mouth.

"He's five!" he exclaimed. "It's not his fault this happened!" He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "You know, Tori…maybe you're not the person I thought you were. In high school, you were the sweetest person I'd ever met. Now I don't know if you are anymore."

I crossed my arms. "Well, in case you forget, I've been through a lot since high school. I also went through a lot in high school and you know that. You saw what happened to me."

"Well…I guess things change." he said and took a step closer to me.

"I guess they do." I said.

We just stood there and stared at each other in anger. It's like we were fighting with our eyes; we were both too angry for words. After staring at each other in anger for a few seconds, something clicked our brains and we embraced each other and started making out. I don't know what came over me at all.

I backed up against the counter and put my hands on it. Caleb was still right in my face. "Caleb, what has–" He reached out his hand and backhanded me in the face.

He hit me so hard that I knew a bruise would form. I immediately started crying and slid down to the ground. I covered my hand over my cheek and looked up at Caleb. He was glaring down at me, hands in fists. The look in his eyes at that moment is something I'll never forget. They were blazing angry. "You're drunk," I mumbled in between sobs.

"Well, look at you, Miss Smarty Pants!" He kicked me hard in the side and then walked out of the kitchen and headed to our bedroom. I faintly heard Shayla crying from her room, but I couldn't get up just yet. I hurt way too much, physically and emotionally, and I was also in major shock.

I immediately pulled away from Andre after that flashback went through my brain. "Stop," I said.

"What's wrong?" he asked and then he leaned in and kissed my cheek. It was the same cheek that Caleb had bruised years before. It was the first bruise he ever put on my body. "You seemed really into it."

I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away. He looked at me confused. "No, Andre…I can't do it. You don't understand." I was backing up so much that my back hit against the wall beside the door.

"Do what?" he asked, getting closer to me. In that instant, I saw Caleb. It was like he was getting closer and closer…and closer.

"Stop!" I screamed and slid down the wall. "No! Please, don't come any closer!" I buried my head in my hands. "Get away from me!"