Black Days.

A/N: My first Victorious story.

I'd like to thank BubbleBeam98 for helping me with different ideas for this.

It was lunch time at Hollywood Arts.

Robbie had other things on his mind than the food he was eating. The texts he'd been getting. They hadn't come from his friends. Yid and kike they'd called him, and go back to Palestine, they'd read, among other things. He was sure the others would soon find out, but would they understand? They knew he was Jewish. Would they help him if they knew? He didn't know.

He'd ignored or deleted the messages whenever he got them, but knew this couldn't stay secret for long. If they did find out some how, wold he be too afraid to tell them?

Cat, meanwhile, was trying to concentrate on her own food, but had other things on her own mind, namely her brother and sister.

Jack, the poor boy. Sure, Cat told the others stories about him, some of which were true, but there were other things about him she never told them, such as, how if he drank, his mental issues would be worse, and the things he tried to do to her and her baby sister.

Her sister. Rita. Only 4 years old, and not really knowing her parents, seeing Cat as her mother, to Cat's shame. Cat was sure not even Jade knew about her, and she hoped to keep it that way.

"Cat?" Jade asked.

"Huh?"

"You're spacing out on me."

"Sorry, just thinking."

"About?"

"I can't say."

"Can't or won't."

"Jade!."

"Cat, this has been going on for days now. You're scaring me, and I don' scare easily."

"I can't talk about it, please."

"Maybe alone, later?"

"Sure, thanks."

They soon decided to meet up at Nozu later, Jade's treat. Robbie offered to join them.

"What the?"

"I've gotta talk to you to, and I figure that place is as good as any."

"Fine." Jade nodded, though she was sure she'd regret that decision.

Later on, after school, Jade didn't know what to expect when she drove the redhead to her place.

She heard what sounded like singing as they went up stairs to Cat's room.

'Oh boy'. Cat thought as they entered.

Jade was surprised to find a little girl about 4 years old with dark ahir and blue eyes, hugging cat.

"Hi, mama."

"Rita, no."

"Mommy."

"Stop it."

"Cat?"

Cat ran down stairs, crying.

The girl, Rita gently reached for Jade.

"Cat's told me a lot about you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. All good things though."

"Great."

Rita noticed the scissors hanging from Jade's bag.

"Are they real?"

"Yup."

"Can I see them if you show me how to hold them right?"

"Sure."

"I'll be careful." Rita promised, and she was, to Jade's surprise, not throwing them or anything. She held the sharp ends away from her body, like Jade taught her.

She soon yawned.

"Tired, kiddo?"

"Yeah."

Jade tucked her into bed before gently taking the scissors back.

She found Cat on the couch, still crying.

"Cat? What happened?"

"I-I'm not her mother." Cat sobbed out.

"Sister?"

"Yeah."

Cat soon sobbed out the whole story, how she often had to be Rita's primary caregiver because her parents were never around, even though they tried to be, but Jack took up so much of their time.

Jade hugged Cat.

"It's okay. Shhh."

Cat soon settled down.

"She likes me."

"Glad she does."

Later, Cat checked her phone.

"Huh, nothing from Robbie, weird."

"You're worried about him?"

"He hasn't taxted me, and we've got to meet him at Nozu in 30 minutes."

They soon went looking for him, finding him in the parking lot.

"Oh God. Cat? Whatever you do, don't look." Jade warned.

Cat had looked however, and had to stop herself from screaming.

The Jewish boy had clearly been beaten up. His nose was broken, and he'd lost a few teeth, among other injuries.

"Jadey? I-I think I'm gonna be sick." Cat managed. She was almost ready to faint.

"Stay with me, okay?" Jade asked.

"Kay."

Jade soon called 9-1-1, with Jade riding with the paramedics, while Cat got Rita from her house, explaining what was going on.

"Someone hurt him?" Rita asked.

"Yeah."

Rita hugged her older sister.

"I hope he's alright."

"So do I, baby, so do I."

a/N: TBC.

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