Love in LA • a Ross Lynch Fanfic °°BOOK 2°°

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Yay! Double update. Make sure you read chapter 2! 3 VOTES FOR NEXT CHAPTER!!
*Thursday the 8th of December 2016*
Ross's POV

Today we were all at my parents' house and we were just chilling. Tori hasn't been herself the whole week. She's not sleeping, she's extremely irritated, she has a short temper and she's heartbroken and she isn't even on her period anymore. She hasn't been since Monday. But I know exactly what's going on. It's about Rose. After nineteen years the pain hasn't gotten less in the slightest for Tori. The pain's still the same amount as it was nineteen years ago. "Ross is Tori okay? She doesn't seem herself," Cody said as we sat around the living room. The girls were off doing something else. "Why would you say that?" I asked. "I don't know. She just seems really on edge," Cody shrugged and I sighed. "Yeah she's fine. Just tired," nobody knows what this week holds in for Tori. She asked me not to tell anyone so I didn't. Just then Tori walked into the room. "Can we talk?" she asked quickly with tears in her eyes and I looked at her confused. I nodded and she quickly walked out of the room and I followed her. "Tori!" I called after her as she walked to the backyard and I ran to catch up with her. "Hey what's wrong?" I asked as I grabbed her elbow and turned her around to me. "I'm so sorry," she said as tears ran down her face and I felt confusion stir in me. "Baby what's wrong?" I asked and she pulled me to the porch swing we had under the patio.

"Promise you won't get mad," she said and my eyes widened as my heart fluttered a little. "Tori. Are you pregnant?" "I-" "It's okay I'm not mad. We'll get through this together. I've always wanted a child and there's nothing wrong with starting a bit early," I said shocked, but actually happy and she sighed. "We'll move into a house and-" "I'm not pregnant!" she snapped and I felt myself blush. "Oh," I said embarrassed and tears streamed down her face again. "Baby hey. What's going on?" I asked gently and pulled her closer to me. We were sitting on the porch swing. "I haven't been honest with you," she sobbed out and placed a hand over her mouth and my eyebrows furrowed. "What are you talking about, love?" I asked cautiously and she sobbed. "Just listen please?" she begged and I nodded.

"Okay so my Mom and dad got divorced when I was six years old. My Mom took me to South Africa with her while my Dad kept the boys. When I was twelve years old my Mom got diagnosed with cancer," she said and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Baby I know this," I said and she sobbed, shaking her head. "No you don't. When she had to sleep over the first time at the hospital, I stayed with my uncle and aunt. They were really nice and I loved them so much. Every time she had to be in the hospital I stayed there. A couple of week before I turned 13 years old my Mom got a seizure and was taken to the hospital and as usual I was staying at my uncle's. But then something happened. That night he got drunk. He was aggressive and his wife left, leaving me alone with him. I was in the guest bedroom when he came into the room and he climbed into bed with me and he started stroking my hair. He told me how beautiful I was and how perfect my body is and he asked me to- he asked me to touch him. When I refused to he got angry and he forced me to touch him and to suck him off. That's why I don't really drink. This happened about five times and I couldn't tell anyone, because he said that he would hurt my Mom and my Dad and my brothers. The last time it happened I finally had enough and I pushed him, but he tripped and hit his head. I called one of my friends, he lived on a farm. Jonathan. He was fifteen. We weren't really that close, but he was the first person I thought of and I knew that he'd help me. They came to get me and I stayed with them for a while. His father was a farmer. We were in the same class and I've known him for a year at the time. But anyway I stayed with them when my Mom was in the hospital and we got really close, but don't worry nothing happened. When I was fifteen years old they told me my Mom only had three months left to live and I kind of snapped. So I went home and I got a call from my uncle. He told me he was waiting for me to come home and he's going to make me pleasure him again. It all got too much and I went into the bathroom. The first thing I saw was my razor and for the first time I saw a way out. I held the razor against my wrist and I-" she cut herself off as she began sobbing hard and tears were also streaming down my face by now. I can't believe this. "Please don't tell me you," I trailed off and she nodded as she sobbed. "I tried to commit suicide. But Jonathan got me before I lost too much blood and he rushed me to the hospital. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, but I was so afraid that you were going to leave me or be mad at me. I'm sorry. Please don't leave," she sobbed out as she clung onto my shirt and a sob suddenly escaped my lips before I pulled her into me causing her to sob harder. "Shh. It's okay, baby. I'm not mad. It's okay," I reassured her as she sobbed hard onto my chest and I placed my hand on her head and lightly massaged her scalp. "I'm not going anywhere," I said as I held her close to me.