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Doggy Dog Day
Digidestend Angel
I Do NOT Own Victorious
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Chapter Four
Dad's Approval
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(Beck's POV)
On the way to her house, she sings and sings to the songs. I love her singing. When "All I Ask Of You" from Phantom of the Opera comes on, she puts that singer to shame with her high voice. My girlfriend can conquer any song.
We pull up to her house a few minutes later and she puts the top back down. I have to huddle up until she opens the door for me again. We walk up the steps to the front door of her large house. "Okay, Beckett, don't make a sound or any sudden movements while I talk to my dad. He's very mean, so I don't want him to not like you." She tells me as she unlocks the door.
I dread this.
I hate her dad.
He's such a drunk.
We enter the house and it's no different from the other times I've come here. It's an elegant house with unique decorations that Cat's mom collected together before she died. Cat's kept everything the same and perfect. I look to the living room where she walks to. She looks back at me to stay where I am, so I sit. She stays a bit behind her dad's recliner chair. I see the top of his almost bald head over the seat as the TV in front of him is turned up to a stupid station. She looks scared and timid.
"Hi, daddy." She greets him in her small voice.
"What?" He grumbles, his words slurred.
"Um, you see, my friends found a dog and he had no collar or anything. The SPCA said they'd put him to sleep if they turned him in. No one could keep him…so…is it okay if we keep him? I'll take good care of him. I know you'll like him. He's a Great Dane. Your favorite." She tells him.
"Hm." Her dad grunts. "Bring him to me. Let's see if he's worthy of living here."
I gulp. Oh god, please let him like me.
Cat looks to me and motions for me to come. I go up and go in front of the recliner, sitting down, looking at her father. He's an overweight, tall man. He looks nothing like Cat. Thank God, Cat looks like her mother, who was a pure beauty. He leans over to me and puts his hands on my face, checking me out.
"What an animal he is." He tells me. "Strong, manly…" He looks to Cat and nods. "He can stay." He says as he leans back in his seat again.
Cat sighs in relief. "Thank you, dad."
"Shut up." Her dad growls at Cat.
I close my eyes. Here we go…
"Go get me another beer." He tells her harshly. I back away as Cat rushes to the kitchen. Within seconds she's back with a cold, open beer bottle. He takes it from her. "Now beat it!" He suddenly backhands her and Cat falls sideways to the ground, letting out a grunt. "Useless idiot." He grumbles as he turns his attention to the TV.
I rush to Cat's side and nudge her to help her up. She puts her hands on my back to push herself to her feet. My heart hurts so much right now. Oh how much I want to kill her father. Cat recovers and quietly motions for me to follow her. I do, slowly, feeling absolutely guilty. I want to do something. I want to defend my girlfriend like a protective boyfriend should. I can't do anything though. If I do, I'll get taken away from her.
Cat goes to the kitchen and starts digging through the pantry. She brings out a bag of cat food. She gives me a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, Beckett, but this is the only animal food I have. It's old, but you'll be okay to eat it until I buy you food tomorrow." She grabs a big bowl and puts the food in. "My mom's cat died a few months after she did when I was 13, so it's stale."
I come to a realization.
I'm a dog.
I have to eat dog food.
I whimper.
Cat looks like she's about to cry. "I'm sorry, Beckett." She says sadly. "I wish I could go buy you better food, but I can't tonight. I promise, we'll go to the store first thing tomorrow." She pets my head. "Don't be mad at me. Please eat."
I sigh. She feels absolutely horrible for me. I could never be angry with her. I need to make her happy. I walk over to the bowl of food and chew on it. It's old, yes, and it's disgusting. But again, I'd do anything for Cat. I can't see her cry over something I did.
Cat looks satisfied that I'm eating and goes to make herself some dinner. After I eat half of the bowl of the most disgusting food I've ever tasted, I turn to her as she finishes her sandwich and washes the plate before putting it aside. She smiles to me. "Let's go upstairs." She whispers as she leads me up the staircase. We enter her childish room that totally suits her. She sits on her bed and pats the place next to her.
I jump up and lay down beside her.
What happened next…I wasn't expecting.
Cat suddenly burst into tears and leans on me, wrapping her arms around my body.
"Why did Beck leave?" She cries to me.
If I wasn't dying inside before…I sure am now.
She keeps crying and sobbing. "I miss him so much." Her voice cracks. She leans up and wipes her eyes. I look to her and lay my head on her leg. "At least you're here." She smiles. "You can comfort me until then, right?"
I lean up and lick her cheek. She sighs and wraps her arms around me again. I lean my head on her shoulder.
Oh how I want to hold her.
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After Cat does homework, with me just sitting there, watching her, she realizes it's almost 9 and yawns. "I need to take a shower, Beckett, so stay here." She tells me. "Don't leave this room, or else my dad will be angry. And he's very, very scary when he's mad." She warns me in a small, innocent voice. I lick her hand to show her I heard her and she giggles. "You're the smartest dog I've ever met." She leans down and kisses the top of my nose and wraps her arms around me again. After a minute, she sighs and lets go, grabbing her robe and heading to the bathroom across the hall.
I yawn after a few minutes.
This whole "being a dog" is tiring.
No wonder dogs sleep so much when they get the chance.
When Cat comes back, she's only in a robe that has no sleeves and only goes to her mid-thighs.
I try to look away from her. I refuse to take advantage of this. I hear her getting dressed and when she starts humming, I dare myself to look back at her. Thankfully, she's dressed in a baggy shirt and little sweat-shorts. She's brushing her wet hair out. Suddenly she gasps and looks at me. I raise my head up, alarmed. "I'm so sorry, Beckett!" She squeaks. "I should've realized you probably need to pee sometime!" She looks panicked as she pats her legs. "Come on, Beckett, let's go to the backyard."
I immediately get off the bed, stumbling a little, but regain my balance. As we go downstairs, I come to realize…
I have to pee.
And then another realization comes to me…
HOW DO I PEE?
As she opens the door to the backyard and lets me out, I go to the bushes and stare at them. "Okay, how do I do this?" I whisper to myself when I'm out of earshot from Cat. I remember male dogs…lift…their leg and then pee to "mark their territory". I wince and turn to the bush, raising my leg and peeing freely. This is so gross and unsanitary. I also realize I don't take showers or baths. I have to…lick…myself clean.
Robbie and Andre better hurry up because I CAN'T TAKE THIS!
"Beckett, are you done?" I hear Cat call out.
I immediately rush back and walk back into the house when she opens the door for me and she locks it after. She motions for me to go upstairs with her and we go back in her room, shut the door, and she goes back to brushing her hair and getting ready for bed. I don't know what to do, but I do know I want to be close to her. I miss her. I walk up to her and sit on my butt next to her side and lean against her. She smells so good.
Cat puts down her hairbrush and smiles down at me, patting my head. "Well, you're going to be a mama's boy, aren't you?"
No…no, I'm not.
I'm just your boyfriend who loves and adores you and wants nothing more than to hold you in my arms, Cat Valentine.
Obviously, I don't say that out loud, since that'll give her a heart attack.
Soon Cat puts an extra throw blanket at the end of her bed. "You can sleep there. I'm short, so my feet never touch the end anyways." She instructs me and pats the bed, motioning me to lay down, so I jump up and find a comfortable position to sleep in as Cat gets in bed as well. She leans over to me when I lay down and kisses the top of my head. "Goodnight, Beckett. Let's hope Beck calls tomorrow or he'll answer the phone for me." She says as she turns off the light and lays down on her back, snuggling up to Mr. Longneck.
When I know she's asleep, I leave the blanket and carefully crawl to her side, leaning into her. I put the top of my head on her stomach. If I'm going to be around her, I might as well keep her safe while she sleeps. My eyes get droopy and I feel myself falling asleep.
"I love you, Cat." I whisper before drifting off to sleep.
Preview for Chapter 5: Shopping For Beckett
"Don't freak out, but there may be a possibility that Beck is cheating." Jade blurts out. I growl dangerously at her and she just glares at me. "Shut up, you stupid dog."
Cat is too stunned to scold me for growling and looks absolutely horrified. "What? Beck? Cheat? On me? Never! Jade, Beck loves me!"
That's right, girl, you tell her!
"Cat, I'm just looking out for you." Jade attempts to defend herself as Cat forces herself to pick out bowls and a mat to go under them. "I don't want Beck to hurt you."
I whimper again. I won't hurt her! I'll never hurt her! Please, Jade, stop this! Stop!
