Concrete Angel
By Digidestend Angel
Summary: Beck married his best friend 4 years ago, but in one moment, his whole life was taken from him. His young wife is murdered. Her battered body is identified, but the killer is still free. Beck mourns, but after the funeral…his world halts for a second time…*BeckXCat* Rated T for graphic violence/minor swearing.
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I do NOT own Victorious
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Chapter One
Spring Showers Bring May Flowers
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"Hi, you've reached Cat Oliver's phone! Leave me a message and I'll call you back! Love ya!"
Beep…
"Hi, sweetheart, I'm on my way to the party." A smooth voice said as he was in a quiet car ride down the freeway. It was a rainy day…it was surreal to everyone, considering it was in the middle of May…but everyone has also heard of random spring showers that bring May flowers. Lord knows that California has needed the rain this year. "I hope you are having a good time, seeing as you couldn't even answer my call." He said in a teasing voice. "I was just checking in, my love. I'll see you in a few minutes. Love you with all my heart." And with that, he ended the message and sighed, leaning back in his seat while maneuvering through traffic.
23 year old, Beck Oliver, had a sickening feeling in his stomach all day.
From the moment he had left his sweet adorable wife for lunch that afternoon to this moment, the sick feeling was there and not going away. It was a nauseous feeling, with knots in his stomach. It was also sickening when he kissed his wife goodbye…told her he'd see her at their best friends' engagement party at 7:30 that night. He hugged her tightly and something kept tugging at his heart to not let her go…but he had to. He had a job. He was a stunts double in Hollywood and he was working double time on an action movie. His wife was a rising actress, currently acting on Bollywood. They had just graduated the year before from university, with promising careers and exciting futures.
They married only in their beginning sophomore years, but it was just pure perfection.
Beck loved married life and he loved being married to Cat Valentine- oops, he meant Oliver.
As he pulled up to where the small gathering was, he stepped out of the car, straightening out his tie. Even though it was a small dinner, the bride-to-be who was hosting the party, Jade West, insisted that everyone was dressed up for the formal dinner. Beck hated it, but shrugged it off. Cat was excited all week to wear a cocktail dress, so he didn't mind. When his wife was happy, he was content. He looked at his watch on his way up to the door. 7:55…oops again. He was very late. Everyone would scold him, except for his wife. She was so sweet and understanding…he couldn't get enough of how lucky he was.
He rang the doorbell and watched as the door opened. There stood his best friend, Andre Harris, who had a smile bigger than he'd ever seen. "Beck!" He hugged Beck as he shut the door behind him. "How are you, man? Where's Cat? She didn't come with you? Jade's panicking because Cat said she'd be over early to help set up."
…Beck's world stopped.
"What?" He felt his voice leave him, but then he found it again suddenly. "What do you mean? Cat said she was coming at like 6 to help Jade…she should be here!" Beck's voice rose. He look to the dinner party, which consisted of Jade West, who looked panicked as said, along with Tori Vega and Robbie Shapiro. Beck was breathing heavily. "Is my wife hiding?" He tried to smile, but couldn't. "Cat? Honey, you know that's not funny."
Jade's lip trembled, something no one ever saw from the former goth. "Beck…Cat didn't show up."
Beck's smile faded all together as he began shaking. He immediately reached for his cell phone, which still had nothing on the screen from his wife. He looked out the window, seeing the sun setting. It was dangerous for a woman like Cat to be out after dark. He called Cat again, stepping away from the others without another word. He was shaking violently. The bad feeling he'd been having was worst than ever.
And sadly, there were only 4 rings before something answered…her voicemail.
Cat would never ignore his call…never…ever.
Beep…
"Cat, sweetheart, you need to call me…now…" His voice trembled and it was full of fear. "I'm very worried about you…look, I'm freaking out, I'm tracking your phone and coming to find you, Kitten. Be there in a few minutes. Love you." Beck disconnected the call as he went on an app called "Find My iPhone" and tracked Cat's iPhone.
His stomach tore apart.
"Where is she?" Andre asked from a few feet away.
"An alley way in Los Angeles…" Beck gulped. "Andre, come with me. Something's happened."
Andre grabbed his car keys. "Let's go."
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Andre pulled over on the street where Cat's iPhone was and the boys stepped out of the car, walking into the small alley way. Beck called Cat's phone to hear the ring…he almost didn't hear that familiar ringtone over the pounding of his heart, but he heard it…from the dumpster at the end of the alley. It was a dead end as they discovered when they ran towards the garbage. "CAT!" Beck screamed in terror as they opened the lids of the dumpster. Beck was the first one to jump in. He found a large garbage bag with something limp and heavy inside of it, where the ringing was. Beck ripped open the bag as Andre watched from the top.
And that is when Beck's whole world was ripped away from him…
Inside the garbage bag was the dead, beaten body of his young wife.
Her skin was deathly pale, her face bloody and bruised, her hair tangled, and her eyes open…her eyes lifeless…
Andre immediately called the police…he talked to them as Beck carried Cat out of the dumpster, took his jacket off, covered her naked body up, out of the garbage bag, and tried to give her CPR.
The ambulance came and declared Cat dead…the medical examiner came…the detectives came…the bystanders came…their friends came…their family came…but Beck's eyes were only connected to Cat's lifeless eyes…and that's when he realized…
His wife was dead.