Hey guys! Thanks for all your reviews/feedback! It has come to my understanding that a lot of you don't like all the fluffy Tori/André stuff...so I'll try to tone it down a bit:) Thanks to guest "insertsnamehere' for the grammar feedback and whatnot! I appreciate it muchly;) This next chapter is gonna be pretty angsty as we are finally going to find out what has been causing André's unhappiness...here's chapter 4: (p.s. Imagine Skai Jackson as Alayna;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious, or any of the characters in Victorious. Just Alayna Harris, David Harris, and the plot;)

André parked his car and walked up the driveway and into his house. "I'm ho-ome!" He shut the door behind him, then went into the kitchen and grabbed an apple off the counter, ripping a huge chunk out of it as he sat down on the couch and opened up his laptop.

He was about to type in the password so he could log on, when small hands covered his eyes, preventing him from doing so.

"Guess who?" A small voice giggled.

"Aaahhh...man, I dunno!"

"Guess!" The person urged him.

"Uuhhh...Nicki Minaj?" The person burst out laughing.

"No-ooo! Try again!"

"Ummm..." André hit his forehead, pretending to think very hard. "Sinjin?"

"Nooo, stupid!"

"Who you callin' stupid?" André pulled the person's hands away from his face.

"You, dummy!"

André stood up and walked around the couch to where his baby sister stood, grinning from ear. He fell on his knees and grabbed Alayna, pulling her into his lap and tickling her until she was gigging hysterically and begging, "Okay, okay! Mercy! Mercy!"

Then, he stopped and looked down at her. "You gonna hurt my feelings like that again?"

"No, André!" She stood up and ran a little ways away from him. "But you're still a dummy!"

"Say WHAT now?!" André chased Alayna around the living room and was about to grab her when the front door opened opened roughly, slamming into the wall with a BANG! André jumped and Alayna gasped.

"Wha' ah y'all lookin' ay?" Their father, David, came staggering in. One look at him, and André could tell he had been drinking. A LOT.

"Hi...hi, daddy," Alayna said softly, inching closer to André. He put a protective arm around her.

"Layna!" David yelled. "Din' ah tell you not ta leave your room?!"

"But I had school today, daddy," Alayna answered quietly. "I went right back when I came home, but then André came home, and I wanted to say hi, and-"

"Er you talkin' back at me?!" He demanded, eyes wild.

"Yes, sir."

André shook his head rapidly at Alayna, trying to indicate that that was the wrong answer.

"I mean-" Alayna started, but it was too late.

In one swift movement, David grabbed Alayna, swinging her around and smacking her into the wall. She screamed, fell to the floor, and started to cry.

"DAD!" André yelled, rushing at his father, trying to knock him down, away from his sister. He put his hands on his father's shoulders, but David was stronger. He slapped André hard in the face, then in the side of the head, shoving him to the ground.

"Don' EVER fight me!" David screamed in André's face. André put his hand to his face and winced, seeing blood on his hand as he pulled it away. "And YOU!"

David strode over to Alayna, yanking her up by the front of her jacket. The little girl screamed and cried even harder, shaking with terror. "You DO AS YOU'RE TOLD!" He slapped Alayna hard in the side of the head, then shoved her down. She sobbed, clutching the side of her face, and backed up against the wall as if to disappear into it. "You both needa learn ta obey me..." David muttered, going to the porch screen door and opening it. And then he walked out and shut it, and André sat up and moved towards his baby sister.

"Layna bug?! Are you okay?!" She wailed and stretched out her arms to him. He reached for her, pulling into his arms and off the floor.

"Andraaayy," she sobbed as she clung to him. "What...wha...what di...did...wha' did I do baaad?!"

"Shhh, sweetheart, you didn't do anything wrong. Neither did I. Dad...Daddy's not feeling good. I'm so, so sorry I didn't keep him away from you. I'm so sorry he hurt you. I'm sorry, Alayna. Shhh..." He hugged his shaking little sister tighter.

"Daddy hates meeee!" She wailed.

"Shhh, no, Daddy does not hate you. Remember what I said? Daddy doesn't feel good right now, and sometimes, when a person is hurting, and is feeling really, really bad, they hurt other people, because they think it'll make they'selves feel better. That's what Daddy did. It's not your fault he hurt you."

It's mine, he thought, silently. I shoulda brought her upstairs the minute he came home. I'm so f****** stupid...she may still have cancer for all I know! I'm so stupid, I shoulda done better-

"André?!"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I think imma throw up!" she cried frantically.

"Uh, okay, okay..." André picked her up and she circled her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder.

"...don't feel good..." She moaned.

"I know, honey, almost there..." André quickly brought his sister upstairs and into the bathroom. Alayna stumbled to the toilet, and André held her hair back as she threw up. He rubbed her back, and as she finished, she gasped, "Can I have water?"

"Yeah, yeah, hang on, Layna, I'll run and get it." He found a stray ponytail holder and pulled her thick hair behind her head, tying it back.

"I'll be right back," he reassured her. André jogged out of the bathroom and across the hall to the laundry room, where a 24 pack of water bottles was sitting against the wall. He tore one out of the plastic binding, then ran back into the bathroom and handed it to Alayna. She drank half the bottle, then set it on the counter and leaned against André.

"I'm tired. And my face hurts..." André bent down next to her.

"Can I see?" She nodded. André gently turned her face to the side and quickly saw that the spot where David hit her was beginning to bruise.

"That looks like it hurts quite a bit, Layna bug...I'm so, so sorry..."

"It's okay, André." She slipped her small hand into his. "Like you said, it's not our faults."

"Yeah, you're right, sweetheart. Do you want some ice?"Alayna shook her head and looked up her older brother, her big brown eyes filling with tears.

"I just want Daddy to love me again." She burst into tears, and André pulled her into a big hug.

"Shhh, baby girl," he kissed the top of her head, tears filling his eyes and slipping down his face. "Everything's gonna be alright. It's okay, shhh, it's okay...it's gonna be just fine..."

Well...now you guys know:( Sorry this chapter was so short and sad, but I warned you:P What did you think? Revieeewww! Stay tuned for chapter 5 :)