Thatrandomgirl, chipy8910, AODiva1978, Teen mom of Darla, princessironica, xbeckandcatx, LittleMissVictorious, CourtsxBatFan, and VictoriousForever10: Thanks for the reviews :) Yes, this is the "same" Danny from Victorious, but obviously, different in a way. And to xbeckandcatx: good guess…but in a way, not even close, lol. Good try though :)
All I Ask Of You
Digidestend Angel
I do NOT own Victorious or Taylor Swift's song
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Chapter Six
Mess It Grows
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A few hours later, Cat was finished with cleaning and now tired. She decided to go out in their back patio, sit on the couch, and guitar in her hands. She decided to practice one of the songs she's written and put music too. "I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, "I'll never let you go"
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
Don't you dare look out your window darling
Everything's on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold onto this lullaby
Even when the music's gone
Gone
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
La La (La La)
La La (La La)
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
La La (La La)
Just close your eyes
You'll be alright
Come morning light,
You and I'll be safe and sound...
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh oh oh…"
Cat trailed off, letting the music from her guitar fade away. She smiled, falling in love with the song she wrote and put music too. It was definitely going on her next album. She put her guitar to the side and put her hands to her 3 month pregnant stomach. "Mm…I love you, my child." She giggled.
"Do you always talk to your stomach, kitty-Cat?" A sinister, haunting voice said from the walkway that led to the beach. Cat's eyes widened with horror at her worst nightmare. Danny stepped onto their patio with a smirk. "Hello, Kitten."
Cat wasn't taking any chances. "BECK! BECK! BECK! HELP ME! BECK!"
Danny ran up and slapped his hand on her mouth. "Shut up!" He snarled as he threw her back on the couch and went on top of her.
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Upstairs, Beck was waking up gradually, feeling too lazy to get out of bed. He had heard his wife's beautiful singing downstairs, since the balcony door was slid open. When she stopped, he hoped she would sing some more. He adored her voice. It brought peace to his mind. She was definitely sent from heaven, since she sang like an angel. No one could compare to-
"BECK! BECK! BECK! HELP ME! BECK!"
Beck's heart stopped for a moment as he rolled out of bed, still tangled up in the bed sheets. He struggled to get free and then ran down the stairs, almost tripping to break his neck in the process. Outside on his patio he saw him on top of his wife.
Eff-no.
Eff-effing-no!
Beck stomped out there, never feeling such rage. No mercy. Danny was dead. He made it out there and grabbed Danny by the top of his head of hair and the back of his shirt, prying him off his wife and thrown across the porch. His fists were clenched till they were white and he was hiding a growl in his throat. He turned to his wife for a quick second. She was breathing heavily and crying. "Cat."
"Beck." She whimpered. "He hurt me."
That was all it took to send Beck over the edge. No one hurts his babygirl. Beck turned back to Danny, who was recovering. "You son of a bitch." He growled. "You have signed your damn death warrant. You are trespassing on my property. You assaulted my 3 month pregnant wife, twice in your life. I had already warned you to leave her alone, but you did not listen." Beck gave Danny a dangerous smirk. "The courts wouldn't even think of convicting me."
Danny snickered as he straightened up. "Bring it on, Beck Oliver."
"Gladly."
Cat grabbed his wrist. "No, no, Beck! Don't get hurt! Please!"
"Let me go." He told his wife sternly. Suddenly he saw Danny charge towards him. Beck knew if he didn't defend himself, Cat would be hurt. To hell was that going to happen. He stopped Daniel with all his strength from pushing him backwards onto his wife, who squeaked in fear. Daniel yanked Beck towards him and threw him across the patio, punching him in the process.
As he went to punch Beck again, Cat immediately grabbed his arm. "Don't hurt him anymore! Please!" She screamed with desperation.
Daniel immediately took his hand and backhanded her, and a deafening slap was heard, making her fall to the ground next to the couch and she wasn't moving. "Stay out of this." He growled.
Beck witnessed what had just happened. His heart was on fire with pure anger and wanting nothing more than vengeance. He saw his sweet, fragile, completely innocent wife unconscious on the floor, not showing any movement. Her body was not used to abuse…he could only imagine what she was feeling…fear, agony, pain, and everything Beck had protected her from all these years. He stood up slowly as Danny faced him. He saw nothing, but red as he was breathing heavily. "How dare you even touch her." He growled dangerously. He kept looking from Danny to Cat and then back, just in case Cat made an inch of movement, but each time he glanced to her, nothing happened.
Daniel scoffed. "Shut up and let's get this over with so I can have fun with your wife here." Beck ran towards him, moving him away from Cat's limp form, and he pushed Danny to the floor, punching his face over and over. Danny took a chance and punched Beck off of him and stood up quickly. "You'll pay for that!" He snarled as he wiped the blood off his face. He went to get Beck again, but two arms suddenly wrapped around his upper torso, holding him there. "Hey! GET OFF!"
"Beck, now!" Jason yelled.
Beck ran up and punched Danny square in the face. He knew that was the end of that when Danny lost consciousness and fell to the ground when Jason released him. "Call the police!" He said to Jason, who took out his phone. Beck raced towards Cat, who was still motionless on the wooden ground. "No, no, no, Cat!" Tears came to his eyes as he took her in his arms, turning her over to face him, and she wasn't waking up. "Cat, please be okay!" He sobbed, holding her body close to him. "I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!" Cat stirred and moaned. Beck leaned away so she could open her eyes. Beck let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in. "Oh, Cat…"
Cat looked around weakly. She put a hand to her bruised, swollen cheek and winced. "Where is he?" She whispered, looking at her husband.
Beck sighed. "He's over there, unconscious. The police are on the way. Jason's here. He came to help."
Jason came up. "How are you feeling there, Cat? Are you alright?"
Cat nodded, leaning onto Beck's shoulder. "Yes. I'll be fine." She put a hand on her stomach. "My poor baby."
"He or she is okay." Beck smiled through his tears. "You're okay too." He kissed her forehead. "I'm just so sorry."
"It's not your fault." She comforted him, putting her soft hand on his cheek, which was bruising as well. "I shouldn't have gotten in the middle of that."
"No, you shouldn't have." Beck told her. "What were you thinking?"
"I needed you to be okay." Cat told him, tears coming to her eyes. "Beck, I can't stand to see you get hurt. I didn't know he'd slap me back. If I did, I wouldn't have, for the sake of my baby."
Beck kissed her forehead, still cradling her in his arms. "At least you're okay."
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The police came and gone, taking statements from everyone, they were reassured there was no chance of bail for him, so he wouldn't be getting out of jail anytime soon. Also…he would be going to prison, since he messed with two well-known celebrities. Never a good way to go.
Beck immediately put Cat back in bed after saying thanks to Jason and inviting him for dinner tomorrow night to show their gratitude. Beck tucked Cat in after she changed into her nightgown. "How's my favorite girl?" He asked, tears brimming his eyes. He sat on the side of the bed, running his fingers through her soft red hair that he loved so much. He stared right into her brown eyes, melting in them.
Cat put a hand on his and kissed it. "I'm perfectly fine, Beck."
He then put his hand gently as he could on her bruised cheek, but she still winced. "I'm so sorry." He whispered. "If I hadn't gone in "overprotective husband" mode, none of this would've happened. You look in pain."
"So do you." Cat suddenly giggled. "Have you looked in the mirror?"
Beck frowned and then jumped off the bed, running to the bathroom. He saw his face swollen with bruises and a bit of dry blood under his nose. He chuckled. He looked worse than his wife. His body was sore and stiff. He didn't want to go to the emergency room though. He just wanted to hold his wife, which is exactly what he was going to do. He washed his face off and cleaned it, so there was no dirt or blood. He went back to the bedroom, where Cat had fallen asleep. He went into bed and cradled her close to him in a protective hold.
He kissed her head. "I love you more than life." He leaned his head against hers and fell asleep with her, knowing she was safe in his arms.
Quick Question: I'm changing the name to my upcoming story "I'm Gonna Love You Through It" because…I want to…so you guys choose from these three choices: (It's about Cat having a eating disorder and keeping it from her boyfriend, Beck)
1)Good Enough
2)Lies
3)Everybody's Fool
Thanks!