Chapter Twelve; Feeling Oh So Hopeless

Tori arrived at the Valentine home relatively quickly. Granted, it was probably the farthest house from Hollywood Arts out of her entire group of friends, but with the very little traffic it was easy for the always cautious driver to get there. She parked just outside the driveway, absently noting that no one but Cat's car was parked outside as she stepped from her vehicle. "Maybe I shouldn't…" she murmured to herself as she made way to the front porch of the small home. She'd only been to her redheaded friend's house once when they had to work on their script for Mr. Gradstein's class; sure, the smaller girl wasn't exactly rich on terms – but it was nice, cozy.

Wiping her palms against the fabric of her skinny jeans she ceased her trek just outside the front door. Tori wasn't the best when it came to talking about certain situations such as this; she usually got herself in a heap load of drama and trouble whenever she did. But it needed to be done: it couldn't be ignored. Andre was no longer her boyfriend, though it would be quite some time until she finally got over those terms (considering she really liked him), but that didn't change the fact that what happened between him and Cat could be blown off as if it was nothing. They kissed while he was dating her, and that was not okay.

But then again she was being hypocritical; she supposed that was karma coming to get her – after all, Tori had kissed Danny right in front of Cat's face several months ago.

Finally mustering courage and composure Tori balled her hand into a fist and gently prodded it against the door, her other hand gripping at her cell phone just in case there would not have been an answer. And, as expected, there wasn't – thus, she knocked a little louder than before. Several minutes later, she was beginning to worry and tried again. Cat was home, she knew this only because of her car parked just in front of her own, and she could only come up with a few logical reasons as to why she wasn't answering the door. She could be listening to music, talking on the phone, taking a shower…

Yet, Tori was worried regardless because Cat hadn't been acting herself lately, and after what she had been told (about the rape, the drugs, everything) anything was possible. Chewing upon her lower lip she squatted down and searched one of the potted plants beside the doorway; the redhead had told her that there was a spare key hidden there if she ever needed it. When her fingers had found it, roughly scraping against the sharp object, she jammed it within the door and cautiously walked into the dark house. No lights were on, but there was evidence she was home.

"Cat?" She called loudly, peeking her head around the archway in the living room and into the kitchen. Her eyes caught sight of the stairwell – and before she knew it, she was walking up them. "Cat, I know you're home. Please come out, wherever you are, we really need to talk…even though it's really creepy I kind of barged into your house." She sighed as she spoke, realizing that it was indeed, very odd she had taken liberty into walking into the small home regardless of the situation at hand. "Ca-" She paused; there was a light emitting from the bottom of the closed doorway that led into the upstairs bathroom.

She knocked on the door. No answer.

There was complete silence on the other side.

She tried for the doorknob.

When it opened…

Tori screamed.

Fifteen minutes away within the interior of a fresh, immaculate RV, Beck and Jade lay atop of one another in a rather heated and bothered make-out session, unknowledgeable of the chaos at the Valentine's home. The Gothic girl straddling her boyfriends lap, legs wrapped around his, tugged anxiously at the collar of his shirt with graceful hands, ebony fingernails picking at the buttons whilst her lips mingled with his, their tongues in a familiar battle, or rather, a familiar dance for dominance. His hands ran up the length of her sides, the hem of her shirt exposing nearly half of her abdomen. And when they had only broken this kiss for air, off came her shirt, right over her head, leaving her in a black lace bra.

Jade couldn't let herself be the only one missing an article of clothing, and less gently then he, she tugged his plaid over shirt off of his shoulders and promptly ripped the tight tank top off underneath. His toned olive complexioned muscles were rock solid beneath her eager fingers, and she leaned over, pressing herself against him and trailing slow, seductive kisses down his torso, nearing close to his belt buckle…

Albeit they were rather occupied, the blaring of Beck's cell phone pierced the otherwise silent air of the RV like thick iron blades; annoyingly boisterous and repetitive. Jade growled and held him firm against the couch as he made reluctant move to get it, hands working at his belt and lips moving against his tanned skin, "leave it." She snarled, and he did as he was told without even a seconds hesitation, just as eager as she. The ringing continued on. And on…and on, until finally it had went to his voicemail, and the embraced couple were left in peace. Jade had just begun to slide his boxers down when her own cell phone started to ring, and the sound of death metal broke them from their reverie.

"Maybe," Beck said breathlessly as she glared up at him, "it's something important. It could be Andre, or Cat and they may need us…you know?" He offered, and she flipped her hair back, ungracefully sliding off of him. She ran a hand through light brunette curls and snatched her phone off of the table, glancing at the caller I.D: 'Gank.' With a groan she pressed ignore, however she was greeted with several unread text messages – 10, to be precise – and before she even had the chance to put her phone down, again, it begun to ring, and Jade was severely tempted to chuck it against the wall until it shattered.

"What, Vega, could you possibly want right now?" She seethed, her hand tightening around her phone as she finally answered the call. Nobody interrupted her and Beck's 'sexy-time.'

There was a lot of screaming, and there was a lot of crying on the other line that made Jade falter. She cast a glance at her boyfriend, who had sat up and was currently running a hand through locks of ebony hair, and furrowed her brow. "Calm your waz, Vega, because I can't understand a word you're saying and I don't think that's going to help anything." She deadpanned, although she could not help the feeling of concern race through her veins like white fire.

"It's-it's oh God, it's Cat! Y-you have to get to the hospital right now!" Tori screeched on the other line, in complete hysterics; it was a little hard to understand her still and took her a while to comprehend, but once she had Jade was already racing to find her discarded shirt.

"Hospi-what? What the hell happened?" It was a struggle to put her shirt on while on the phone, so she clutched it within her palm, waiting impatiently for the answer – she'll have plenty of time putting it on while racing out the door.

"Please, just please come to the hospital, I'll explain when you're here. I can't get in touch with Robbie, Andre or Beck-"

"Beck's with me, we'll be there in a few."

"Oh," it may not have been a good time to be embarrassed, but Jade could practically sense in from the receiver, and she knew that Tori must have caught on to what she meant when she explained that she and her boyfriend were together. "I'll be in the lobby, they won't let me see her yet because I'm not a family member and she's not even awake and..oh God. Just hurry!"

Feeling that there was no need at all to respond to that, the Goth hung up the phone, pocketed it within her jeans and hurriedly poised herself so she was not as bed ridden as she had been beforehand after hastily putting on her shirt and leather jacket. Beck must have gotten the memo whilst she and Tori were on the phone and was already apt by the door of his RV, the keys to his truck swinging ungraciously around his index finger as she waited. He guised concerned, brow furrowed, but did not ask any questions until they were on the highway, Jade keeping quiet with her complexion unnaturally pale.

"What's going on, babe?" He asked her quietly, side-glancing over at his girlfriend of just over two years, but only just for a second or so. He was keeping his eyes steady on the road otherwise as to avoid the two of them getting rooms for their injuries in the hospital in which they were currently on their way too – after all, he was driving a little bit over the speed limit, if he was being completely honest.

"Just keep driving."

He did.

Blah, we'll get to them visiting Cat in the hospital, and her condition in the upcoming chapter, so I guess you can kind of call this a filler. I've wanted to update because I haven't in such a long time, and everything. Also, I added a little Bade in there because of last night's episode, which I'm pretty upset about btw. :\ Oh well, they'll get back together eventually…

*Notice; this would have been updated sooner if FF wasn't being a jerk. -_-

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