Second Chance, Second Choice.

Chapter 1 - Rewind

Disclaimer: The show Victorious, its characters and other associated copyrights are property of someone else and not me.

Second Chance, Second Choice...

Chapter 1 – Rewind.

Here we go, another story and yes it involves time travel. I've written on that subject before but I think you'll like it.

This is of course a Jori story, but a bit of a different one, instead of starting this story at the beginning, but this one will start at the end. A sad and bitter end, but This is Jori and with Jori anything is possible.

Tori's POV

Time: The year 2048, 32 years from now.

I don't know why we stayed together as long as we did. Maybe we were both too afraid to be single or too afraid to change. Maybe we were so used to this mindless ritual of a dismal marriage, that we simply didn't think of doing anything else. Those happy days when Jade and I were just out of college, struggling to pay the rent, Jade going on endless auditions, me working on my music, struggling but in love, now they seem like they took place in different life. Sometimes, I wonder if it ever happened at all.

I rarely think about those days anymore. I'm 48 now and those days, those feelings are now in the distant past. There's no point in thinking about them anymore, none at all.

As I drive home, I looked to the greyish black clouds that are starting to roll in over the city. A thunderstorm is rolling in. Perfect, just fucking perfect. I call it home but after today, no more. Actually, I haven't lived there in 5 months, while certain legal matters, aka divorce proceedings wound its way through the court.

Regardless of the reason, we held on, long after our feelings died. Held on, pretending we still cared for each other. She pretended not to notice when I would suddenly be secretive about being on the phone and certain texts. I did the same with her. I cried the first time I cheated on her, but only the first time. It's amazing how easy it is, to justify it to yourself.

I do find myself wondering if she cried the first time. Then I realize, she's got a stone for a heart, so no, she didn't cry. She never cries. You have to be human to cry, you have to care to cry, you have to have feelings to cry, you have to have regrets to cry.

Jade never cries.

Unless it's a god damn kite. I'm not a kite, I'm a person. She cared more about that stupid thing, than she ever did me.

I had no problem finding women, someone who wanted to be with a onetime pop star. It was thrill for them; it was a distraction for me. I'm not a pop star anymore, my musical career which included 2 hit albums screeched to a halt one sunny 4th of July when I was 32.

That's when the world fell out from under me. Not the world really but the stage; it collapsed. It was put together, not only by someone who had no idea what they were doing, but they used defective equipment. My former record company cutting corners again. I see the scar that runs across my neck every single day. I haven't been able to sing a note since, I can speak, but my voice is now a scratchy imitation of my old one.

As I said, it's all ancient history.

Pulling into the driveway, I see the first drops of rain, accompanied by the distant rumble of thunder. Thankfully I only have a few things to get and they'll fit in my minivan.

Though it's starting to rain, I can at least be thankful for one thing, I don't see Jade's Black Porsche in the driveway. I just want to get the last of my things and go, put this part of my life behind me forever. I had been dreading dealing with her at all. In fact, we haven't had a conversation in 2 months that wasn't conducted without one or both of our lawyers present.