Author's Note: My apologies for taking so long to post this chapter. I've been working on it little by little. I'm not trying to include my personal life, but I have a very sick relative that I've been spending a lot of time with. But here it is, the chapter in which Tori goes to Trina's. Hopefully, I'll have the next chapter posted sooner than later, and it won't be long before this story will end. Oh yeah, I'm already working on the one shot for all my Bori fans! I'm liking it so far so I'm hoping all my readers will, too. This chapter has a bit of a sexual scene, so as always: READER BEWARE. Also, this chapter contains a teeny request made by a reader. If you're that reader, you'll know who you are as far as what's covered in this chapter. And also, thanks - I wasn't sure how I was going to bulk up this chapter without sounding redundant. As always, I don't own Victorious. Enjoy!

Tori's POV

The ride to Trina's house was insufferably long. It could've been because I got lost. This was my first time traveling to her place by myself. Usually, David would be driving and reading a map – by the way, I started to call my father by his first name after it was clear that he was never going to apologize for calling me that nasty word. I apologized a bajillion times about having sex in their living room, but he couldn't say that he was sorry once about calling me a slut. So, basically our relationship was annihilated. Before I left today, my mother gave me gas money and told me she loved me. She didn't look me in the eyes when she said it, but I knew that she meant it. I mean, I broke her heart. I was supposed to be this sweet and innocent girl to her, and I understand that, but she had said it once before. I was no longer a little girl; I was becoming a young woman. I'm glad that she, at least, accepted my apology finally. I don't think I could live with both of my parents hating me.

There were several times before I got into San Francisco that I stopped on the side of the road. I'd put my head down on the steering wheel and curse myself. How could I be so stupid? How could I let something like that happen? There were some points where I realized that it was out of my control. I couldn't fight him off of me and that was that. There were some points during the ride that I wish I would've gone to the police, or at the very least tell Sikowitz to call them for me. Then Beck would've went to jail, and I knew that if any of his cellmates found out what charges sent him there, he would surely suffer the same as I did. Hopefully worse. And truth be told, when we both knew what he was talking about, I didn't want Sikowitz to go easy on him. Whether it was him doing the fighting or someone else (like maybe his cute nephew), I wanted Beck to get the shit kicked out of him. Other times during the ride, I'd stop and start to sob uncontrollably until I started to dry heave. I guess that would've been why the ride was so long.

So many thoughts filled my head. But really they were flashbacks of what had happened. I thought of how his stomach was glistening with sweat through my barely opened eyes. How weak and heavy my legs became as he threw them up over his shoulders. How he pushed himself further into me and knocked into a wall inside of me that felt all too uncomfortable. I couldn't get what happened out of my head, along with how I'd tell Trina I had been raped. And was it even rape? I mean, I was all for it until he started to be too rough. It was then that I wanted it to end, but he kept going. And that's when my thoughts started to turn into guilt. The words that I thought of in my head suddenly turned to Beck's voice saying: This is all your fault, Tori. You shouldn't have been such a tease. And I knew that the words weren't true, but I couldn't help but think about it...

(FB #1)
I felt numb. All over, just numb. And I felt tired. I didn't know what had happened. I rolled before, and sure I didn't remember the morning after, but I sure as hell never went to sleep. It was almost as if my body had given up on my brain. Because in my head, while Beck was pumping away, I was screaming. I even took a few swings at him and he would lean down and slap me in the face. I grimaced when he did this because the further he leaned, the deeper he got inside of me, and it started to hurt. It felt a lot like a period cramp. Tears started to form in my eyes.

"You crying? It's that good, huh?" Beck laughed.

"Please…" I barely whimpered.

"Shut up, you bitch," he growled at me and leaned down once again. He put his hand over my mouth to shut me up. I found a way to bite the fuck out of it. He slapped me in my face. Hard. "You fuck!" he said.

There was no doubt that he was a different person. It was the drugs. They made him demented. A monster. I couldn't do anything but take it. I closed my eyes and thought of myself singing on stage. But even that couldn't get me through the next part. I would never forget his face nor will I ever forget how gross I felt.

"Mmm, yeah, fuck, here it goes. I'm coming, aww yeah, ughhhhh," I heard him say. I opened my eyes one more time before I finally conked out. His face was covered in sweat. It was red. His hair was matted. And there was a look of accomplishment on his face. As if this was planned.
(End FB)

I finally pulled up to Trina's place. I tried to get myself together to not cause so much alarm. I didn't want her to see me all fucked up. I fixed my makeup and pulled my hair up into a top knot. I needed to look well, not broken. I wanted her to know that I had taken care of the situation, and I just needed her to listen. I ran through numerous conversations in my head and even out loud. I knew that she would want to kill him. I mean, I was her baby sister. If anyone hurt me, she would make sure they would pay. And although I had given Sikowitz the thumbs up to handle the situation, she would ignore that fact. She would drive to his house right then and there and choke him out. I just knew it. I didn't know what to say to her. Just like this morning before I left Beck's house. I was once again practically at a loss for words.

(FB #2)
I woke up on my back. The sunlight hit me in the face like a bullet to the brain. I didn't know where I was, and for some reason, as if my body had gone through some sort of shock, I couldn't move. I barely moved my neck and looked over to the wall. Posters. Signs. I was at Beck's. I turned on my side and looked around on the floor. All of my clothes were spread out. My panties were by the desk. My dress was crumpled up by the end of the bed. My bra was right under the bed. I picked it up and one of the straps was broken. What the fuck had happened? Before I could come to a conclusion, I heard Beck come in. I pretended I was asleep before feeling a nudge.

"Hey. Hey! Have some breakfast with me," he said. He didn't ask. He just said it. My eyes opened slowly.

"I'm not hungry. I feel…I feel sick," I said. It was true. I felt like my stomach was currently in my throat, ready to be expelled from my body.

"Don't you throw up on my floor. Here," he said looking around for something. He grabbed a Rubbermaid container he was using to store his laundry in. He tossed the clothes on the floor and slid the tub beneath my face. Not more than ten seconds later, I puked. As I was trying to catch my breath, I heard him light a cigarette. He took a long drag before he started to speak. "We're friends, right Tori?"

"Wha…what do you mean? What are you talking about?" I breathed heavily. I tried to sit up, but my head just spun. I leaned back over the tub once again. This time, Beck held my hair back with his free hand.

"Like, if something happened between us, something bad, we'd still be cool? Like, you'd forgive me?" He said, his voice was a little shaky, but his tone was plain.

"Ugh. I guess. You're speaking in riddles," I groaned. I tried to sit up once again and was successful. Without asking, I spotted his cigarettes on the bed and took one. I put it between my lips and he lit up his lighter for me.

"I came inside of you last night, Tori. It felt so good, I couldn't stop," he explained with a sweet smile proceeding.

"I wasn't aware we had sex," I said. "You're fucking with me, right?"

"No. I'm not. I'm serious. And you don't remember? Anything? At all?" he asked. His eyes were wide with excitement and I was trying to piece together the puzzle.

"Beck," I simply said. "You drugged me last night." I said, my voice getting louder.

"No," he shook his head.

"Yes. You did! You drugged me and you raped me!" I yelled, shooting up from the bed. After a pause of realizing what I had accused him of, I ran over to my dress and slipped it on. As I moved, between my legs felt sticky. Wet. Disgusting.

"Tori, listen! I didn't! You don't know what you're fucking talking about!" he shouted back at me. I bent down to retrieve my broken bra. I held it up.

"What's this? I wouldn't do this. I wouldn't be in so much of a rush that I would rip my favorite bra, Beck. You did it! You drugged me last night. That's why I can't remember!" I yelled back as I stuffed my things into my purse.

"You didn't remember our sexual encounter that one time you rolled! You don't know what you're saying. You're just upset because I came inside of you," he tried to explain. But I knew the truth. And I would get my answer easily with a blood test. He gave me a fucking roofie, I knew he did.

"Okay. Let's just take a breath," I said, trying to stall to figure out my next move. "I have to go," I said before taking my cigarette off of the ashtray and relighting it. I headed towards the door.

"Where? Where are you going?" he said angrily.

"What's it matter to you?" I snapped back.

"Tori, if you tell anyone that I raped you you're going to fuck my life up. They're going to believe you over me because I am a druggie. Because I am a guy. You have to believe me," he said, pretty much pleading. He grabbed my arm as I was walking out the door.

"Beck, I need to go. NOW," I said and he tried to pull me in.

"No, Tori! Please, you can't!" he yelled. And that's when I lost it.

"Get off, Beck!" I screamed and took the cigarette that was in the other hand and burned him.

"Fuck!" he sucked air through his teeth and cradled his hand. I jumped down the steps of his trailer and high-tailed it to my car. I got in and started it up. My phone rang and it was Beck. I ignored it. I pulled out of his driveway as fast as I could. I didn't know where I was going. I couldn't go home, because my father would say something like "That's what you get for being a whore." I had to wait until I knew he wasn't home to go there. Then I thought of it. I would go to Sikowitz's. He would know what to do. He would help me. And it was then that I realized. I, Tori Vega, had been drugged and raped.
(End FB)

I got out of my car and walked onto the sidewalk. My thighs hurt so badly, that I almost walked with a limp. What the fuck had he done to me? I would need to make an appointment with Trina's gynecologist as soon as possible to make sure I wasn't physically damaged. I walked up to the door. Before I knocked on it, I had to perfect what I was going to say. "Hey, I know I'm not supposed to be here now but I figured I'd come early." No, that was too long. I'd simply say, "Hey sis" and walk right in. As hard as I worked on putting myself together, I could feel myself come apart. In my head, I knew I would probably explode into tears when I saw Trina. "Ugh, fuck," I said, fanning my eyes so my makeup wouldn't run. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again. Still no answer. Then I pulled out my phone to call her and it went straight to voicemail. Her car was here, there was no way that even she could still be asleep this late. I mean, it was almost four in the afternoon! I knocked once more before I heard a deep voice yell back "I'm coming, hold on!" I stepped back. Was this the wrong apartment? I started to look through my phone for her address. I was messed up right now, but I couldn't have been that disoriented. This had to be it.

The door finally opened slightly and the male voice spoke again as my eyes were glued to my phone. "Yeah, you said sixteen dollars and fifty cents right?" I looked up in confusion and the door finally opened all the way. And there was Robbie standing shirtless, counting a bunch of ones.

"Robbie…?" My eyes almost popped out of my head. He finally looked up.

"Holy chiz. Tori, I, uh…hmm, Trina!" he yelled and I heard her come in the room.

"What, babe? Didn't I give you enough for a t-t-Tori!" she exclaimed and her eyes widened. "What, uh, are you doing here?" she asked.

"What? What am I doing here? What is he doing here? And shirtless! And you, you're in a nightie! What's going on here…?"

I knew what was going on. It was obvious. But I asked a lot of questions to waste time. Because as Trina got ready to tell me her confession...

I was buying more time to tell her mine.