I Never Loved Someone The Way I Love You

Digidestend Angel

Summary: "Cat, I've Never Loved Someone The Way I Love You." Beck Oliver is a victim of abuse and neglect by his father. Cat Valentine just moved from Cancun, away from her abusive ex-boyfriend with her family. Now they're next door neighbors and find comfort in one another. Can they also discover what love really means?

I Do NOT Own Victorious or Song Titles of Each Chapter.

Capitulo Uno

Esto Podria Ser Amor

(This Could Be Love)

"GO BACK INTO THE RV WHERE YOU BELONG!"

Suddenly a young, handsome man ran out of the side door of the so-called home his parents reside in, a bit on the scared side that his father would come after him again. The door slammed shut behind him. He heard his mother trying to defend him, but his father just told her to shut up because "the boy" was nothing, but a wimp and a bother. He heard his mother crying. Before he made it to his RV door, where he lived, the back door opened. He flinched.

"Beck." His mother's sorrowful voice called out in a whisper, but he still heard her. Beckett Oliver turned around to see his mother holding a few 20 dollar bills. He rushed over and took them. "I love you, baby. Go get some food and take care of yourself." She kissed his head and gave him a hug before shutting the door.

Beckett, although he went by "Beck" most of the time, sighed deeply as he went inside his RV. He closed the door behind him and turned on the light, since it was always dark inside, thanks to the tinted windows. He went to the bathroom, which was connected to the sewage system and water came from the house, and checked out his bruised cheek. It was dark and deep, but it'd heal. Sometimes his father would break his nose or cheekbone, but he wasn't drunk…today.

But he still hated Beck's guts…why?

Well…that was hard to talk about.

He saw in the mirror a saddened young man. Sure, he had the looks. Tanned skin…naturally crazy brown hair that made girls drool…million dollar smile…dark, sharpened brown eyes…6'1'' tall figure…he was in good physical shape, but not exactly buff…and he knew how to talk the talk, walk the walk, and how to get a girl and then break her heart. Why not? It was how he was raised his whole life…

So he had 40 dollars to add to the 60 dollars his mother snuck him a couple days ago. He didn't have much food left in his mini fridge or cupboards. He guessed it'd probably be a smart time to go to the store. He fixed himself up and grabbed his car keys to his old beat up truck, which is all he could afford with the mowing jobs he did around the neighborhood. The neighbors knew some of what was going on in the Oliver household and knew Beck lived in the RV outside the home, in the driveway, so they felt sorry for him. They gave him work. Yard work every Saturday and Sunday mornings. Some paid him extra, just because. Beck had not missed a day, nor did he do less than he needed to. He needed the money.

Before he could get in, he saw something beautiful…and he swore he had never seen someone so gorgeous and who glowed in the sunlight. Light, delicate skin…big, beautiful brown eyes…a petite, yet perfect figure…a darling, yellow sundress that flowed out to her knees and was strapless…her long red hair was in a straightened ponytail…little white flip-flops…sparkling yellow nail polish…and she walked gracefully.

Beck thought he was staring at an angel.

Behind her was an extra-long, large yellow moving truck. The back was open and the ladder was down to help slide things down easier. She was playing with a puppy in her arms. As the puppy reached up and licked her chin, she giggled…Beck fell absolutely in love with her laugh. It was sweet and soothing. And when she suddenly looked to him, he freaked. Oh great! Now she thinks he's a freak because he was just standing, on the other side of the fence that separated the yards, staring at her! Stupid!

Except for the fact the young lady took him by surprise and smiled, waving at him.

Seriously?

She suddenly walked over to him, stepping on the recently cut grass and walked towards him, except the fence kept them apart. "Hi!" She chirped. Beck took her voice in…it was sweeter than her laugh. "My name is Caterina Valentine, but people call me "Cat" for short!" She was an energetic one, wasn't she? "This is Anastasia!" She brought up the small purebred teacup Yorkshire Terrier, but for short, it was named a Yorkie. The pup had on a pink casual dress with little shoes. There was a bow in her hair on the top. Her collar was…diamonds? "We're moving in next door, as you can tell." She motioned to the moving truck. "My daddy and brothers are doing most of the moving…they won't let me help because I'm too small and weak." She frowned, but then brightened up. "What's your name?"

Beck almost didn't answer with the daze he was in. "Um…uh, sorry." He scratched the back of his head in nervousness. He was nervous? Beck Oliver never was nervous! Especially around a girl…this girl was different. "I'm Beck Oliver. Nice to meet you, Cat." He shook her hand over the fence. "And Anastasia." He added on, which only made Cat smile bigger. "Um…so you bought this house, huh? It's a good house. It's been empty for a while."

"Yes. We just moved from Cancun, Mexico." She stated like it was no big deal.

Beck's eyes widened. "Isn't it expensive to live there?"

She bit her lip, looking disheartened. "Um…yes, it is…my family is a bit wealthy. Do you hate me now?"

Beck was taken aback. "What? Why would I hate you?"

She shrugged. "People usually are mad at me because my family is a bit on the rich side. It's not my fault though. My daddy is a brain surgeon and my mother owns the worldwide company "Pretty Pooch". And my brother and I have a bit of a music business of selling songs and making jingles for commercials and stuff…" She sighed. "So…you don't hate me?"

"No, never." Beck smiled at her. "You seem like a cool person."

"Tell me about yourself, Beck." She asked.

"Uh…"

"What's wrong?" She asked, a bit concerned.

"Nothing." He sighed. "I'm…a…"

"What happened?" She reached up and gently touched his cheek that was bruised and it was still throbbing. "That looks painful."

Before Beck could attempt to come up with an excuse, a deep, firm voice was heard. "Cat, why are you touching a random guy's face?"

Beck looked over Cat's head after she removed her hand. There was a dark skinned, brown eyed, built figured, and 6' tall guy walking up. He had a vibe that was laid back, yet very protective from him. His angry expression was aimed directly at Beck, unfortunately.

Cat stepped in. "This is Beck Oliver. He lives next door." She looked back to Beck. "Beck, I'd like you to meet my older brother, Andre Harris. His last name is different because he was adopted into our family a few years back. And he's the coolest big brother ever."

Andre let himself smile a bit. "Thanks, girl." And then he looked back at Beck, reaching out to shake his hand. "Nice to meet you, Beck."

Beck shook his hand. "Same to you, Andre."

"I hope my sister wasn't annoying you with how hyper she is and her random outbursts." The brother joked, poking his sister's side, who giggled.

"No, she wasn't." Beck defended the smaller girl. "She's a sweetheart."

"She is, huh?" Andre said with pride. "So how old are you, Beck?"

"I'm 16." Beck answered almost immediately. "I'm turning 17 next month."

"Ooh, how exciting!" Cat jumped up and down, the poor puppy in her arms bouncing with her.

"Cat, you're going to make that little hairy rat dog sick." Andre advised bluntly, sounding like he had told her that a million times.

Cat stopped and glared to him, but her pouting face was adorable, as Beck thought. "Don't be mean to Anastasia! She's a little princess!"

"Whatever you say." Andre rolled his eyes.

"So how old are you two?" Beck asked to change the subject, just in case the siblings were about to start a showdown.

"We're 16." Andre answered as Cat cooed to her puppy. "I turn 17 in a few months. Cat's not until April." The big brother put a hand on Cat's shoulder. "Dad said we could borrow the car to go to the market and grab some groceries…or a lot of them actually. Mom gave me a list of stuff we need." Andre looked to Beck. "Hey, do you want to come? If you're not busy, that is. Maybe you could show us where the nearest grocery store is."

Cat gasped with excitement and looked to Beck. "Oh, please, Beck! Please come with us!" She batted her eyes at him.

"Well with puppy dog eyes like yours, how can I say no?" Beck chuckled.

"Yeah, that's how she's daddy's little princess." Andre playfully mocked his sister, who blushed a little. The older brother grinned before turning back to Beck. "So are you coming with us?"

Beck nodded. "Yeah, sure. I was actually leaving to head down to the store too to grab some food for my RV."

Suddenly the siblings looked at him with surprise. "RV?" They both asked at the same time in confusion.

Beck was embarrassed. "Uh…yeah…I live in that RV." He motioned to the beat up RV. "It's…home. Not exactly cozy, but it's a roof over my head."

"Who lives in the house?" Andre asked.

"My parents."

"You don't live inside with them?"

"No." Beck stuck his hands in his pockets, feeling a bit ashamed of his current life. "My…dad…he kind of…isn't fond of me."

"So he stuck you in that RV?" Andre asked in disbelief. Beck nodded. "Well, he's a bastard."

Beck sighed. "Tell me about it."

"Aw, poor Beck!" Cat looked upset about it. "You're totally invited to come over to our house whenever you want!"

Beck let out a little smile. "Thanks, Cat."

"Alright, you two, let's head to the store." Andre said. "We can take my car, Beck…well, my mom's car."

Beck nodded and walked around the fence and followed them to the large black 2011 Escalade. He didn't say anything, but it was a nice car. He was surprised when Andre opened the passenger door for Cat and helped her inside…wow…good big brother there. He seemed like a best friend to his sister, but looked to get protective when he would have to. Beck opened the back passenger door and slid into the middle seat so he could see both of them. Andre soon entered the driver's seat.

"Seatbelts, guys." Andre said in a stern voice as he put his own safety belt on.

Beck and Cat did so and after Andre turned the car on, the air conditioning came on, which was nice on this summer day. The music was classical piano playing. Cat and Andre put their sunglasses on. Beck forgot his in his truck. Andre drove out of the driveway and down the street. Beck told him where to go and Cat entered it in the GPS for Andre. "Only 5 miles away! Yay!" Cat squealed cutely. Beck smiled at her happiness…over really nothing. "Hey, Beck, can you hand me my purse back there? Pleaseeeeee?"

"Sure." He reached for the pink polka dot purse that was a large one with a firm bottom of it. It had the sign for "Juicy" brand. Cat reached inside and took out her cell phone. A pink Pear-Phone. Beck sighed silently. Everyone had one of those these days, except him. He couldn't afford a phone just yet. "So is it just you two? Or do you have any other siblings?"

"We have a little brother." Cat said, looking at something on her phone. "He's 11. His name is Franklin, but his nickname is Frankie. He's a cool kid, but he's a bit…special, if you catch my drift."

"Ah, I understand." He figured she meant that he had mental problems.

"Oh my goodness gracious, Danny will not stop texting me!" Cat groaned, slamming her head on the headrest.

Beck noticed Andre's grip on the steering wheel tighten. "Well he better stop. I'm telling you, we should get a restraining order on that bastard."

Cat turned to Beck. "Danny is my ex-boyfriend…I just broke up with him a few days ago when we left Cancun."

"Oh." Beck nodded.

"Yeah…he was very mean to me." Cat mumbled as she turned back in her seat.

Now Beck was concerned. "Mean to you?"

Cat nodded numbly, putting her phone back in her purse and then hugged the Yorkie pup close to her chest. "He used to say mean things to me…like bad words. And he hit me a lot too."

"What?" Beck breathed out. Now he understood why Andre looked angry. "I don't believe it. Cat, who would dare to lay a finger on you to hurt you?"

"I know, right?" Andre joined in. "I didn't even know about the abuse until the other day! Man, I broke that bastard's nose and kicked him in the balls! How dare he touch my sister!" He growled. "I'm telling you right now, Cat, if I ever see that asshole's face ever again and anywhere near you, I'm going to strangle him!"

"Yes, macho man." Cat sighed deeply.

"Cat…how long were you two dating?" Beck dared himself to ask.

"Two years." She said in a sad voice. "Two long, painful years."

That made him wince.

They made it to the grocery store and laughed about some things going on around them…Beck had forgotten all about his abusive father, his depressed mother, his neglected lifestyle, and his poor conditions, and not to mention the hurt he felt when he found out a sweet girl like Cat was abused. He smiled, laughed, and had fun with Cat and Andre. He had a feeling these two were going to change his life…and for the better.

Especially Cat…who he swore on his life he fell in love with the moment he saw her.


I had this idea in my head and decided to put it up…why not? I'm having a hard time writing chapter something on Everybody's Fool. I don't really have anymore songfics to put up for "This Is Your Life"…sooo this is to pass the time, I guess. BUT there's a lot of things going on (college, work, baby, boyfriend, etc) so I'm sorry if updates are slower than usual. BUT I never abandon my stories, promise. It's better for them to be late than just left with nothing, right?

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