Here is the first chapter of Forbidden Love. I'm not even waiting to post it. I am way too excited. Please read and review. Any and all criticism is accepted but remember that I am a human being. This story does come with a trigger warning. Without further ado...ENJOY

Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious. It just gave me daily mental breakdowns for a few years.

Beck's POV:

"I didn't say that it's not comfortable. I just said that I don't get how you hate them so much but you have like twenty of them." I explained. My girlfriend, Jade West and I were currently sitting on the floor of Jade's den in her house. We had been having a discussion of men versus women. Just comparing who has to live with more inconveniences. Somehow we didn't end up arguing.

...Until we ended up on the subject of bras. Or as Jade put it, "a tit's best frenemy." Which, granted I've never had to wear a bra, but I still don't understand how girls always complain about them but then own like twenty of them. "I'm just going to ignore everything you say. You have no idea how it feels and how annoying it is to wear a bra all day long. Especially when you have giant boobs like mine. Just because people like to look at big boobs doesn't mean that bra makers know how to make a bra that fits them properly or isn't basic beige. And then when you do find the perfect bra, it's like 95 bucks. It's ridiculous." Jade ended with a wild hand gesture while throwing her head back. I couldn't help but snicker at how cute she looked. "I like your boobs no matter what's on them. But I have to admit I mostly like them when nothing's on them." I grinned. Jade just stared at me and pushed my face away with her hand. "You're so gross." She giggled.

I took that as an opportunity to kiss her on the lips. How did I get so lucky? Jade was just so beautiful, so strong, so loving. Most people would look at me like I had three heads if I said that to them. But it's true. Jade wasn't some heathen from the depths of Hell. She just had her own way of being. Other people call it mean, I call it confident. She didn't care about people being her friend or liking her or wanting to be around her all the time. She just had her own thing going. I love it. I was lost in thought when I suddenly heard a door opening followed by a quick beeping. Jade's parents were home. I looked at the clock on the cable display box. 9:47. Crap. I lost track of time.

Jade looked at me and then looked at the clock, then turned back to me and frowned. "I didn't see how late it was, either." I kissed her again and we stood up. I grabbed my backpack off of the floor and tossed it across my shoulder. We walked out of the den and into the kitchen where Jade's parents were taking off their coats and shoes. Malcolm, Jade's dad saw me and waved. "Hey, Beck. How have you been?" They were pretty cool with Jade and I being alone together. Most parents would freak out if their daughter was alone in a house with her boyfriend. But Jade and I had been together for almost three years and they weren't stupid. They never said anything but they knew that we'd been active. But Jade's mother is very involved with her womanhood and they talk a lot. So Jade was on a really good birth control and we always used condoms. Speaking of Jade's mom, Shannon, she must've heard Malcolm call my name. She walked around the corner and smiled and gave me a hug. I love Jade's parents.

I hugged her back. "I've been well, Mr. West. Just trying to get through these last two months of eleventh grade with exploding from stress." I answered. Malcolm laughed deeply. "I remember eleventh grade being the hardest year of school ever. Period. There's so many exams and term papers and college entry essays. I woke up in September of the previous year and didn't go to sleep until June after eleventh grade." "Dad, that was like a million years ago." Jade jabbed. He stuck his tongue out at her. Jade always brought out the kid in her dad. He's really come around to accepting his daughter for her theatrical nature. Ever since he saw her play that that weird chinese lady tried to sabotage, he's come around to it. He's even helped Jade write a few plays.

I turned to Jade to say goodbye. She gave me a kiss and a long hug. I said goodbye to all of the Wests and left. I got in my truck and started it up. As soon as the engine turned over my gas light jumped on. Fuck. I let my head fall back and hit the headrest. There was no way I could get out of this. I needed to get some gas. I won't have time to go in the morning. The nearest gas station was thirty minutes away. That's the thing I loathe most about LA, everything was just so out of the way.

Sucking it up, I decided to go get some gas. And of course, because I have the worst luck in the world, I got stuck behind three car accidents. No one was hurt but there was enough damage to delay traffic by almost an hour and half. Fucking great.

Anyway I finally got the gas and got home. Sneaking into my RV, I roughed up my hair a bit and threw my clothes off and changed into a green long sleeve t-shirt and some grey shorts and hopped into bed. I wanted to look like I'd been here a while.

Someone must've had it out for me because about five minutes later my RV door opened. I tried to stay as still as possible to look like I was sleeping. No luck. There was a loud thud and I felt a sudden sharp pain my left side. I jumped up. "Ow." I exclaimed, gripping my aching side. I looked down at the object that made the injury and it was a Coors light beer bottle. Of course. Turning my head to the only light coming into the place, I came face to face with...him. Roger. My stepdad. If he even deserves a title. He was laughing and swaying back and forth like an idiot. He reeked of alcohol and car oil. Ugh. "Hey, baby boy." He snarled. "You're a little late aren't you." "There was a wreck." I tried to reason with him. That was a fail. "Excuses. excuses." He walked closer to me and put his hand on my neck. Looking at me weirdly, he examined my neck. I suddenly realized the hickie that Jade had given me when we were kissing earlier. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Looks like someone's been messing with my merchandise." Roger said, creepily. He punched me in the stomach and I fell to my knees. I wanted to die. Roger was a pathetic asshole but he was a pathetic asshole who lifted weights regularly. That punch almost knocked the wind out of me. He pulled me back up to my feet and kissed me hard on the lips. I was still in so much shock and pain that I couldn't deflect him. He pulled away suddenly. "What did I tell you about being here on time? You never listen. You bring this on yourself. I don't want to hurt you but you make me do this." He pulled out a knife from his back pocket. He held it to my mouth and starting speaking in a lower voice. "Do you know how much pleasure you bring me? When we're together I feel so good. You make me feel incredible. But if you're not going to act right, maybe I'll see if Shea will."

My eyes grew wide. Shea is my little sister. She's thirteen. She lives here with us, even though neither of us are Roger's kids. My parents divorced when I was six and Shea was three. My mom, who had been a sweet woman before her divorce turned into an angry, bitter, old drunk fast. She got fired from her job as a secretary for flirting with her boss. She got caught stealing money from the bank that she had managed to get hired at after that. Luckily my aunt is a lawyer and my mom got off with 10 years of probation. But that also meant that she couldn't work in any other bank in California. And any time she got a job as a waitress she got fired for showing up to work looking disheveled and dirty looking. That's when she met Roger. He worked for the mechanic across from a restaurant that my mom got fired at. She had taken the bus there and she had no way to get home so she went to the car shop to ask for a ride home. Roger ended up bringing her home and he never left.

-FLASHBACK-

One day when I was in fifth grade, my mom went to go look for another job, and Shea was at a friend's house, I was home alone. Roger came over looking for my mom. I told him that she wasn't here. He stayed anyway. Said he, "wanted to get to know me." I was a fucking idiot for letting him into the house. I went back to my room to do my homework. I was on the computer when I heard my door open. Roger walked in and sat on my bed.

"Hey, Beck. Whatcha doin." Roger asked. He kept looking around the room and out of my door. Like he was nervous. I turned around. "Nothing. Just doing some science homework on my computer.' I turned back to the computer, hoping he'd leave. He didn't. "Cool. Hey, why don't you come sit by me? Let's talk and get to know each other. I see you all the time but I feel like we never talk." I tried to make up an excuse. "Um. I really have to work on this. I have to have it done by tonight." I hoped that he'd get the message and leave and stop being a creep.

"Oh. That can wait. I just want to talk for a few minutes." He started rubbing his hands on his legs like he was getting antsy. I was scared of what he would do if I refused again so I quickly saved my work on my computer and went and sat on the bed. I tried to sit as close to the edge and away from him as possible. He only scooted over closer to me.

He put his hand on the back of my shoulder and rubbed it all the way down my back and back up. "You know you're really handsome." He said. I froze. I didn't know what to do. I was hoping and praying that my mom would walk through the door or my dad would come and get me for my weekend with him. But she didn't come home and it was only Tuesday so my dad wasn't coming. I tried to shrug his grip off of my shoulder but as I moved away from him, he grabbed my arm and threw me down on the floor with my stomach facing down.

My arm was twisted back so far, it hurt just to breathe. I felt my pants sliding down and cold air hitting my backside. I cried into the carpet as I endured the unspeakable pain of Roger for what felt like hours.

-PRESENT TIME-

I looked at Roger hoping that I could melt him into a puddle of acid with just one death glare. He laughed at me. "What? Did I hit a nerve? Well, if you don't want to be responsible for any one else's pain I suggest you learn how to follow the rules." He then slid my pants down and forced me onto the bed. I cried into my pillow. Every time it happens I can't help but to revert back to that stupid little fifth grader who just had to answer the fucking door.

And that is chapter one. Let me know if you guys like this story. I'll try to have chapter two up soon. Don't forget to read and review. God bless you all. *kiss*