I am so very sorry for taking such a long time to get another chapter up. But here it is, please enjoy and like always, review so I know you want more. All opinions are welcomed.

Disclaimer: I own not Victorious, if I did, this story would be on a screen instead of a site.

Without further ado, enjoy.


Beck was worried about Cat Valentine, everyone could see, but no one was willing to admit that something was different about Cat. It had been about a week since the hospital incident. Beck had promised himself to ask Cat if she was being abused by someone, but he couldn't bring himself to ask her when she woke up the next morning, her bubbly smile warming his entire body. So he couldn't ask her, he couldn't ask such a dark thing to a girl who seemed to be so happy, so he stayed quiet, but he watched her, worried about her, and in general he started inching closer to her every day. Making sure to sit next to her in class or lunch, and volunteering to act with her in Sikowitz class. People were starting to notice, Jade was starting to notice.

"Beck! Don't walk away from when I'm talking to you!" Jade yelled, following Beck through the empty halls of the school. Everyone else was in class, Beck had gotten excused to go to the restroom, Jade took this as an opportunity to confront him about this newfound action of wanting to be near the peppy little redhead. "Jade, I'm not walking away when you're talking to me, I'm walking away while you yell at me." Beck yelled back to her over his shoulder before pushing the door to the men's room open. That didn't stop Jade though, she followed him in, leaning against the wall.

"Jade." Beck ran his fingers through his hair as he stood there staring at his girlfriend.

"Well are you gonna pee or just stand here all day?" Jade watched crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at Beck her face dripping with anger, her eyes boring into Beck's waiting for the answers to the questions she had been asking. "Jade, I don't know what you're problem is. Cat is Cat! I don't like her more than as a friend okay? I'm just worried about her because of that firework thing, I think she is getting less common sense, I just don't want her to hurt herself anymore okay?" Beck walked to his girlfriend, kissing her head before leading her to the door to leave. "I'm going to pee now, I'll see you back in class okay."

For Beck the rest of the day seemed to be going better, Jade was no longer on his back about having a crush on one of his best friends, he hated when Jade was angry with him. She held grudges.

However, for Cat the day was seemingly getting worse as the hours went on. Cat hadn't heard from her brother in a view hours, typically he would send her a text every hour, sometimes it was just a emoticon, and sometimes it was more, but so far, through the entire school day there hadn't been a single text, she hadn't even seen him before she left for school, he had locked himself in his room, sometimes he did that, he'd skip school and just stay hidden in his room, but usually he would tell Cat. This was very unlike her brother. So Cat was worried through the day, she hardly even heard about any of the assignments for her classes. It'd been a week since the burning, she hadn't come face to her parents yet, she had lain low, avoiding any contact with them at all and it had worked for the week, but she had a bad feeling in her gut about today, she couldn't avoid them forever. They always found a way to get to her.

So with the final bell, Cat waved goodbye to her friends, not waiting around to talk as she typically did, Cat was always one of the last to leave the school, today, she was one of the first. Cat had an urgent need to get home that she hadn't felt for years since the beatings had started. School was a haven, it was security, but now her only security would be getting home and seeing if her brother was still locked in his room.

Blood boiled, palms sweated, hearted pounding, something was wrong, Cat knew something was wrong.

She had practically run home, heels clicking on the cement beneath as she raced to her misery, books heavy on her back. Those books though would never be as heavy as the torment that hung onto her heart each and every day of her life. Cat slowed when the house came into her view. The outside was so homely, white shutters on a yellow two story house, lush green grass, a family car in the driveway. It was a beautiful house, but the life that was on the outside lacked happiness on the inside, and right now on the inside, Cat could hear her parents screaming at each other, hitting each other, and all around hating each other. Cat stood, listening, contemplating; does she intervene, or walk away, does she let them see or so sneak in?

Cat glanced through the front window, they were by the staircase, her brother not with them, so instead of getting in the path of the fire she walked around to the back of the house to the large tree. Her and her brother had spent hours in that tree, it was a perfect climbing tree, and it happened to be easy to climb from the tree to the roof that was right outside of her brothers window.

'Please be okay'

Gulping Cat took of her heels and placed them in her back pack before jumping and wrapping her legs around the lowest branch of the large tree. She swung her body till she was right side up, and she began the climb to her brother window. The back pack may be heavy, but Cat and her brother were used to climbing that tree with a plethora of pain, so she climbed with easy. Concentrating on only one thing. Getting to her brother…if he was still alive.

Reaching the window, Cat looked in but only saw darkness, so she placed her shaking hands on the glass of the window and pushed it up, her brother never locked it. They both knew if they needed to escape they didn't want to deal with unlocking the thing and risking time that could potentially save them. So Cat quietly crept into the room, making sure not to alert her parents of her arrival at the house. There in the room though, was no brother. Cat choked up at the fear that something dearly bad happened to him, something like death What if her parents had gotten to him, what if they killed him, dumped in a river and was coming for her. A single tear slide down her face before she caught sight of a crinkled piece of paper next to his trash can.

Glancing over her shoulder to the door Cat slide of her backpack before kneeling down next to the trash can, picking up the paper before unfolding the crinkled ball.

Cat,

I've gone away Cat, I've left, I can't take a single day more of this hellish nightmare. Don't hate me, please Cat. I'm safe, I'm just leaving this place, I have a nice place all lined up for me to go. I just can't be here, I had to go, I wish you could have come with me but Cat you're strong. You can get out, you can live. If I stayed a second longer Cat, I would have died, I practically already am dead. I love you Cat, I'm safe, please be safe for me. Get out, we will find each other again; I promise we will, but I just had to go. I had to! Don't try to call me, I left my phone at the house so I couldn't be traced. If I ever get the chance to call you I will. I have a long journey ahead of me Cat, and so do you. Please Cat find a way out!

With all my love

By the end of the letter Cat was in full blown tears, gasping for air.

'Why would you do this to me? Why would you leave me alone?'

Kicking her bag, Cat walked to the door, tears streaming, body shaking as she clutched his note. Cat slammed her fist against the door before leaving her brothers room and walking into her own. She was filled with so many emotions, filled with so much, she was ready to overload. She was alone in this hell, he had left her, the only person she could ever feel close to had left her, had vanished into the world, another person, and she was the lone prisoner to these demons that haunted her every thought.

Cat laid in her bed, rocking crying, and eventually she was sleeping, breathing heavy as she felt so alone in her sleep, she felt so cold.

"Wake up stupid!" A kick and another yell. "I said wake up stupid!" Cat stirred only to stare her father in the monster that was her father in the face. "What." A groggy Cat rose to a sitting position, wiping the sleep from her eyes, ribs aching from the kick. She was on the floor, she must have rolled off in her sleep. Glancing at her clock she saw the blinking time: 8:50. She had slept longer than she thought she would have been able to.

"Where is your brother?" Spit flew from her father's mouth, landing on her own face.

"I-I don't know!" Cat shook as her father crouched down next to her on the floor. "Oh I think you do know skank. Where is he?" Her father grabbed her shoulders and shook her, her head banging against the side of the bed. "Stop I don't know!" Cat exclaimed in pain, fresh tears falling down her face. Her father released his grip from her shoulders, only to move them to the button on his pants. "If you don't want to tell me, then you're going to be punished." It only took her father seconds to remove himself from his paints and underwear. He was right about one thing, this indeed was punishment.

"No! Stop it! Please stop!" Cat fought, twisting and turning trying to get away from him, but she was pinned under his weight, one hand ripping her underwear off from under her dress. Cat fought, but she couldn't get away, her body was tense, and a scream ripped through her as her father took her. He grunted pumping into her, Cat tried to squeeze her legs shut, tried to get him off of her, but it was useless. So Cat stopped fighting, she laid there limb, eyes staring under her bed, tears dripping down her face as her hands remained clenched in a fist. Her father grunting above her, talking grotesquely, talking about how much he loved her, how good she felt.

It seemed like hours before her father stopped, but eventually when he did, Cat rolled over and vomited on her bed room floor. Disgusted with her father, feeling awful and dirty. Cat wanted to feel real love, not this disgusting torture.

Cat heaved, knelt over on her hands and knees, her hair drenched with sweat, the ends running through her own vomit as she reached under her bed to grab her brothers letter. He got out, and Cat wanted out too, she wanted to kill herself, she wanted to die and never have to look these monsters in the face ever again. Cat couldn't die though, she needed to live to see her brother, but she also needed to get away from his house. So Cat did just that, she ran, from the house, from her parents, she ran until she ended up at the only other person's place that she could trust.

She ran till she was face to face with Becks camper. Her bare feet hurt, her she was caked in sweat and vomit, she ached between her legs and her heart ached with her brother missing. She was a mess she was out of hell.


A/N: I hope you enjoyed, I know it was another heavy chapter, the next chapter will be some sort of Bat for you folks out there that have been dying to see how it ties in, though it may not be what you thought it'd be Also I am sparing some of the details between the sexual scenes with Cat and her father but if at some time Cat and Beck find themselves in a sexual position there will be more details to that. These things take time, soon though as a spoiler, the story will be shifting from being victim to survivor, so that will happen in the next few chapters I suppose. Also THANK YOU! All of you so much, for the support, reviews and just even reading it. It means a lot and I'm looking forward to seeing your thoughts on this chapter!