491Dang, you guys gave random answers. It was hard to decide. But the winner is MariaLuvsYew. That would be freaking awesome if the remote came to life and bonked me on the head, telling me to get it some new batteries.
An anonymous reviewer in my sister's (digidestend angel) other story called her a biotch…not going to happen anymore, okay? My sis is a good writer and a good person. She needs respect. I know the person was "joking around", but my sister isn't the definition of what that means.
Struggles She Faced, Chances He Took
Digidestend Angel and Izzy
I do NOT own Victorious
Chapter Thirty-Six
Please, Don't Take His Girl
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(Cat's POV)
I feel his large hand go around my upper arm and give it a bruising squeeze. "Don't even think about doing anything stupid. Understand?"
I nod and take a deep breath as we're at the front door.
"Good girl."
I'm going to do something smart!
I mentally scream as I elbow his ribs and to my surprise, he doubles over. I use a technique Beck taught me: kick him in the special part of a guy's body. I immediately kick him in the nose when he's on his knees, and he falls backwards. I run to the kitchen, where I left my backpack and my phone is in the front zipper. I grab my cell phone and press on Beck's name to do a text message as I run towards the garage door.
-Help! At home! HURRY!-
I press send as I rush into the garage, where it's dark and cold. I use my phone as a flashlight as I quickly walked to my father's old convertible from the "old days" that my brother has kept safe. I open the tarp that covers it a little bit and I use my strength to push myself up and inside. As I hear the door open and Dean's heavy grunting, I silently open the backseat and roll quietly into the trunk and shut the backseat behind me. I put a hand over my mouth and nose to not breathe.
"Oh, Kitty-Cat…" His voice sneers and sounds almost satanic.
I shiver with fear and my heart is racing.
Come on, Beck! Why is it when I DON'T want him around, he's always a second away, BUT when I DO, he's never here!
"Come on, Kitty…come and play."
Help, help, help, help…
"CAT!" I hear a bang on the hood of my dad's car. I'm glad I'm mute so I can't scream!
Now he's taking off the tarp that protects the car from the cold and dust. I hope the trunk is locked.
"Where are you?" He screams as he bangs both his hands on the trunk's roof. Tears slip from my eyes as I'm shaking.
"CAT!" I hear Beck's scream from the house.
"Hehe…he'll never know where we are, Kitty. You can't get past me, you can't scream for help." Dean says.
Beck would never check the garage.
He'll think I lied or I left.
I need help!
I move and kick open the backseat. I quickly crawl out and reach to hit the horn in the front seat, but I suddenly feel a fist grip my hair and pull me back. I look and see Dean's evil face, smirking, as I struggle against him.
This isn't good!
I try to punch him, but suddenly, he punches me in the face with his stronger and bigger fist. My nose is bleeding as I fall backwards into the backseat. I see him jump inside and I realize I'm in a worse situation than I was a second ago.
I have to push on the horn!
I have to get help!
BECK!
I use the bone in my palm of my hand and smack Dean on the nose, breaking it. Again, Beck taught me that one. He moves back, but one arm is still around my waist, making me stay in the backseat with him. I keep struggling as I keep reaching.
"CAT, ARE YOU EVEN HERE?" I hear Beck yell out.
I use my elbow and sit up high, using all my power to elbow Dean on the side of the head, towards his ear. He screams in pain.
Hmm, I may not even need the horn.
"CAT? CAT!" Beck screams.
Well, that worked.
But he still hasn't come in.
Dean loosened his grip so I reach up over the seat and bang my hand on the horn of the steering wheel.
HONK, HONK, HONK!
"Stop!" Dean snarls as he slams his fist on my spine. Ow!
HONK! HONK!
SLAM!
Aye, finally!
"CAT!" Beck's voice is full of fear and desperation, not anger or frustration like I thought it would. It breaks my heart to hear him like that. "Stop hurting her! Get away from her! PLEASE!" I roll up to the front seat, banging my head on the steering wheel in the process, and Dean jumps out of the car. I sit back up, holding my head where I hit it, and watch the exchange between my loving boyfriend and the guy who has given me one of the scares of my life. Beck keeps jogging over, tears in his eyes, as he reaches for me. I grab his hand. Beck looks at me and puts his other hand on my face, close to where my new bruise is forming and he touches my sore nose, that's still bleeding. "My girl…" He whispers. He gives my hand a comforting squeeze and let go. He glares towards Dean, who's leaning on the trunk of the car, trying to recover from the blows I gave him. "Give me a reason not to beat you into a bloody pulp." Beck growls dangerously, making me shudder.
Dean chuckles and faces my boyfriend, who's shaking with rage. "Why should I answer to you, Oliver?"
"Because…this is my girl you hurt."
"Share."
"NEVER!" Beck yells out, making me jump a little.
Suddenly, I hear sirens.
"What the hell?" Dean says, wondering why the sirens are getting louder and louder.
Beck suddenly races towards the garage door opener and slams his hand on it. The garage door opens and there's a cop car outside and two cops getting out. They draw their guns. "Down on the ground, Dean Williams!" Dean clenched his fists, but does what he's told. They run up and handcuff him.
While they're dealing with that, I feel movement and the car door opens, and Beck grabs my arm and helps me out. He clutches me as I wrap my arms around him. "How dare he…how dare he…" Beck keeps mumbling to himself as I feel tears on the top of my head.
My poor boy.
"How is she?" A man comes up.
I recognize him. Mr. Vega? I'm suddenly filled with exhaustion. Beck has me sit down on the driver's seat, still facing him though.
Mr. Vega gets in front of me and examines my head. "The bruising is getting worse. I'm calling in an ambulance." And he gets his walky-talky out and walks away from us.
Beck takes off his sweater and kneels in front of me. He helps me wipe the blood off my face and holds his sweater to my nose to stop the bleeding. I feel bad I'm ruining his sweater, but I couldn't argue with him even if I tried.
I take the sweater off after a few minutes. "I'm sorry. I should not have run away from school like I did. It was stupid. I was scared. It only ended with me walking right into his trap. Again."
Beck shook his head. "What did he do to you? At school. When you ran away from me. What did he do?"
"He grabbed the back of my bra and let go, making it snap against me. It stung a bit, but it still frightened me more. I needed to get out of there and away from him. And I broke R-O-B-B-I-E nose. And I kicked A-N-D-R-E. And-"
Suddenly he leans up and kisses my lips passionately. I don't think we've ever kissed like THIS before.
When he lets go, he shakes his head again. "It's okay. It's all okay. Robbie's fine. His nose will be fine. Andre is fine. You gave him a scare with almost getting hit by a car." He glares. "We'll talk about that later."
"No arguments here." I sign to him, make him chuckle lightly. "I love you."
He kisses my hands. "I love you too, Kitty-Cat."
I put a hand over my mouth and nose to not breathe.
"Oh, Kitty-Cat…" His voice sneers and sounds almost satanic.
I shiver with fear and my heart is racing.
I rip my hands away from him and push him away from me. I jump to my feet and walk away a bit.
"Cat?" Beck stands to his feet and looks at me with confusion and worry.
I shake my head. "Don't call me that ever again!"
He puts his hands up, backing away. "Okay…okay…I'm sorry."
I'm trying to calm my nerves down as I see the ambulance pull up from the corner of my eye. I lean against the car.
Help me, God.
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