Shit. I screwed the last chapter. Beck was meant to say that they were supposed to check on Robbie, not do homework. I'll fix that asap.
Oh, and uh, sorry, about the update being so late. I had SUCH a stressful couple of weeks. I just couldn't write, it was horrible. I had so many things tp do and worry about and now that I failed that math test on proba-freaking-bility, I now have after school detention for a freaking fortnight. And when I had freetime, you know what I did? I turned to videogames. And when those got boring, I watched gameplay vids on YouTube, mostly inFAMOUS Second Son ones. Ah, videogames. When are they not going to let me down in the cheer me up department?
Oh, and I have internet at home now! Yeah, so hopefully, updates will show up more often! Yeah! Yeah, I doubt it too.
I hope this chap answers a few mysteries... but I gotta be sutble with that crap. Remember:
Hurt/Comfort & Supernatural
And the Cabbie will show up soon. I promise
Disclaimer:I don't own Victorious and am not affiliated with it or any other related works. But I have a laptop.
-Defining Insanity-
Robbie yawned, stretching his arms out as he stepped out of bed. He looked around the guest room he was occupying. It was pretty bare. He assumed they hardly had anyone stay over because of Trina, but he could admit that the older Vega sister had gone up in his eyes. She actually had a caring side and there was enough of it for her to acknowledge his (he had hoped at the time it had been hidden well) grief. Who knew?
A small stab of sadness hit him as an image of his lovely sister flashed across his mind. He could almost imagine what she'd be saying if she knew he was hung up on her.
Oh, man UP, big brother! It's only me! I'll always be here! I love you.
Robbie blinked. That wasn't his imagination.
Come to think of it... what was up with that voice he'd heard the night before? Because that and what he'd just heard sounded exactly the same.
The moment those thoughts made it out, he clenched the bedsheets tight, shutting his eyes tight. She's gone, Rob, he thought, she's gone. You keep hoping she's there, you'll never move on.
And he did want to move on. He and Rosy had gotten over their parents deaths, together. It had been a slow, painful process, but they knew nothing they did would bring them back. They were probably dead. They didn't like it, but accepting the fact was far easier than waiting for them to come home everyday.
And that was why he knew he'd have to move on from Rosy's departure, too. She'd want him too, he knew she would have, and doing what she wanted was the thing he lived for.
Or, at least, one the things... he thought, the image of a smiling, bubbly redhead coming to mind.
His mind was set to wander around the thought of hearing what he believed to be Rosy's voice when a scream shattered the silence which had been occupying the Vega residence.
He sat up straight. That sounded like Tori.
He jumped out of the bed, rushing for the source of the disturbing sound as fast as he could.
He burst into the younger Vega sister's room to find Trina, another uncharacteristic look of worry on her face, with her arms around Tori, trying to console her sibling as Tori wailed into her shoulder.
"What... what's going on?" he asked, looking around for what could have frightened Tori. The girl looked like she'd just seen an insane ghost... Or an angry Jade. Robbie mentally scolded himself for that last part.
"I don't know," Trina gave him a bewildered look. "She was asleep one second and up the ne-"
"Strangers, touching, please, no, no, no, no, no! Please, sis, make it stop! Please, I can't take it anymore!" Tori screeched, clinging to her sister, a downpour of tears making their way down her famous cheekbones. Make it stop, MAKE IT STOP!"
"Shh," Trina went back to trying to soothe her. "Calm, calm down. There's nothing to be scared of, you're at home, safe."
It was easy to miss, but Robbie noticed Tori calm a bit. He decided to help.
"It's okay, Tor," he said softly, taking a seat on the bed next to the girls as Tori continued to cry into Trina's shirt. "You're fine, everything's fine."
This went on for twenty minutes before she had calmed down to small hiccups and sniffles. Another half hour passed before the two had convinced Tori to sleep. She'd protested, not wanting to experience... whatever she'd experienced again.
The two sat there beside her for a short while before they began to converse in whispers.
"Morning," Trina began, shooting him a small smile. "How was your night?"
"Good, but..." Robbie gestured to Tori. "What happened to her? I couldn't understand a word she was saying."
"I don't know entirely," Trina turned back to her sister, stroking her hair. "I just heard her scream and when I ran in here... she was just going nuts about something involving a bunch of guys. But..."
Robbie raised an eyebrow. Trina didn't look like she wanted to finish her sentence, but took a breath before she continued.
"She said they were touching her," Trina looked horrified. "And that she could here him laughing. And whenever I heard her mention him, she emphasized it like that." She shook her head.
Robbie, noticing her shaking hands, quickly rushed over to Trina's side and pulled her into a hug. She responded and sobbed into his shoulder, muffling the sound. I'm having... he thought. One very fucked up week.
They simply sat there before she spoke again in a shaky voice.
"It's horrible," she whispered. "Knowing that she went throught that. It's nowhere near as bad as the actual thing, but the thought of her actually-"
"No," Robbie interrupted her, voice both quiet and firm. "Don't go there. Don't you dare go there, Trina Vega. I may not like you a lot, but it's clear what a good sister you are. And if you really are, you should no she'll be safe with you."
Trina sniffed. "I know," she looked at him. "I'm so sorry about last night. If I'd known they didn't know about Rosy then I-"
"No, no, don't be," Robbie waved her off. "It... it feels good letting it out. I'm so freaking far from getting over it but, knowing you guys are here should help with that."
"Good," Trina gave him a grin, which then turned into a smirk. "I'd stop hugging me, if I were you. I don't know she'd react exactly, but I know Cat would freak if she heard about this."
Robbie quickly retracted his arms, the grin on her face making him nervous. "Wha- what? I don't know what you're talking about."
Trina gave him a miffed look. "Robbie, I think you and Cat should ta-"
Trina didn't get to finish her sentence, annoyingly enough for her, as, quite literally out of nowhere, Andre Harris burst into the room, a crazed look on his face, with a (their eyes widened at this) knife in one hand. Trina and Robbie jumped off of the bed in surprise.
"Where is he?" he spat at them, somehow not noticing that Tori was asleep. "Wh-"
Trina leapt at him, covering his mouth and pointing to Tori's sleeping figure. The girl had fidgeted a bit at the sound of Andre's voice but, nonetheless, seemed undisturbed.
There was a bit of an awkward silence as Andre calmed down, realization coming to his features.
"Oh, I-I was just...uh," he faltered under Trina's hard stare. Robbie was still trying to grasp the fact that Andre of all people, the gang's resident nice guy, had just ran into the house of his best friend brandishing a knife like another psycho he knew.
"What," Trina said in a hushed yet still angry tone, snatching the knife from his grasp. "Are you doing with a Goddamn knife? Are you insane?"
"No."
"Then what's with the freaking knife? Can't you see she's asleep?"
"I-I... I see that no-"
"You could've woken her up and freaked her the fuck out! And then what? Don't answer, I don't want to know."
"I just-"
"What are you even doing here? How did you get here?"
Andre stopped talking. He looked down as if he was embarassed. Robbie was still staring at the knife. It looked pretty sharp. Stll, Trina's questions had caugght his attention as well.
"Because I..." Andre said weakly. Trina nodded impatiently, egging him on."Because someone... someone told me she was..." he mumbled the rest of his sentence.
"Excuse me?" Trina said, disregarding Tori's slumber as she was speaking in her all-too-familiar bitch tone. "I didn't hear you."
"... Someone told me she was in trouble..." Andre looked back at Trina, anger in his eyes.
Trina raised her eyebrows, surprised at his anger. "I beg your pardon?"
"Someone told me, okay?" Andre seethed, the tranquil fury in his voice, his stance, frightening Robbie. "I had some effed up dream where this prick pushed me off a building. And then I'm at my place and the same young dick is there and tells me that he got some guys to pay Tori a 'visit.'"
"And... you believed him?" Robbie asked.
"Well, yeah, it seemed pretty real. I blink and the little shit disappears like that. I didn't want to take any chances so I grabbed a knife and took my bike here." Andre said breathlessly, before turning his gaze to Tori. "I... I guess it was a dream."
"Not really, actually, no," Trina said, looking confused. Robbie opened his mouth but Trina interrupted. "Don't worry, Robbie, I'll explain what happened with Tori to him."
"What happened to Tori?" Andre asked quickly, eyes darting between the two as Robbie nodded at Trina.
"Just... sit down, okay Andre? This is going to sound really weird..."
Before the two could continue, Robbie quickly spoke up. "What did he look like? The guy?"
Andre looked confused at the question, but answered. "Uh, he was kinda tan, I think, didn't get a good look at him. Messy hair," he frowned. "These psycho looking green eyes, too."
No, Robbie thought, it can't be...
His shock must have reflected in his face as the other two gave him worried looks. "You okay, Rob?"
"Huh?" he blinked. "Oh, yeah, yeahI'm gonna go to the bathroom."
"Trina glanced at him. "Okay, I'll just explain."
Robbie had already exited the room.
"What's with him?" Andre asked, wincing as he realised how blunt that sounded once he remembered what Robbie had shared the night before. With his rather rushed morning, he'd almost forgotten about the deaths of his friend's family.
"He's greiving, I guess," Trina looked sympathetic, before turning to him so she could explain their weird morning. "Anyway, what happened was..."
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Robbie sat on the toilet seat, checking the door to the bathroom was locked before he did. He took deep breathe after deep breathe, rubbing his temple with his hands, eyes closed as he spoke to himself quietly.
"Need to talk to him... I need to talk to him..."
Robbie, you promised me you wouldn't try to find him anymore!
He ignored that little voice, the sweet sound of his sister, as he continued to focus.
"I need to see him... I need to see him..."
And he felt himself leave the Vega household.
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And found himself standing on the top of wide, round, flat surface.
He yelped, looking around.
He was in Seattle. Or he hoped he was.
Rain was pouring down on him, and yet he couldn't feel the water soaking his clothes. The lights of the city illuminated the streets, each one a soft glow in the downpour and fog. Robbie blinked. This place didn't look right...
"Because it's a videogame set. It's not the real thing, dumbass."
He spun and felt something in his gut clench as his eyes met familiar green ones.
Travyl Latore.
"What?" he said.
Travyl gave him a mad grin. "It's a videogame, man. Remember that new game set in Seattle? Well I figured the graphics were nice enough for us to meet here. Plus, you always chose crap places."
Travyl noticed Robbie's penetrating stare. "What?"
"You... did you visit them?" Robbie's voice was a deadly quiet whisper.
"Pardon?"
"Did you visit them?!" he shouted. "My friends... did you visit them?"
Travyl raised an eyebrow. "Yeeeeaaaaah. Why are you asking? I thought you knew I would."
"WHAT?"
"Hey, don't freak out on me, I told you I'd leave them a little warning!"
"You pushed Andre off a building!"
"Uhm, yeah, he jumped off."
"What?"
Travyl blinked. "You said I pushed him. I didn't. I got him to jump."
Robbie clenched his fists tight. He had a feeling they'd be talking about this for a while.
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That's it for now. I know, it's not much of a cliffhanger, but this part'll take a while to write. I gotta do these characters good.
Not do them as if do them "that" way, but you know... write them properly...
Oh, jeez, just stop typing!
Yeah, hope you enjoyed!