There! Lawl I was excited myself to see how this would turn out. I think it's pretty good. Okay I'll shut up now xDDD

Disclaimer: Victorious, along with my own whisk, does not belong to me. -.-

When people look at one, all they see is sunshine and rainbows. When they look at the other, they see darkness and scissors. When one smiles, people feel as though the room just got a little brighter. When the other smiles, people cower in the corner in fear at the darkness that radiates from it. When one laughs, the world seems to dance and spin. When the other laughs, the world grows dark and still.

Hard to believe that Jade West and Cat Valentine are best friends.

Jade's POV:

I heard my father stumbling up the staircase, grunting with effort. Without thinking, I snatched up the bag filled with my clothes and threw them to Cat. The petite redhead gave a squeak of surprise as I grabbed her by the arm and shoved her into my closet. I creaked the closet door so she wouldn't freak out by the dark and walked quickly back to my bed, sitting down on it and snatching up a "Rolling Stones" magazine. I opened it up and pretended to be reading it as my bedroom door swung open.

I casually looked up from my magazine to my father. He was hunched over, staring at me with those bloodshot eyes. A snarling smiled formed onto his lips and I glanced over to the closet door. I could see half of Cat's face, one of her big brown eyes peering through the crevice of the open door. I gave her a warning glare before turning back to my dad. "Hello Jadelyn." He said, his voice thick with booze and venom. "How was school today?"

I shuddered inwardly at the menace that dripped into his words before arching my back and looking up at him bravely, lifting my chin for good measure. "Fine." I said tersely, before looking back down to my magazine. My father walked slowly towards me, each stumbling footstep echoing throughout the room. "You know Jade? We never get to spend any father/daughter time together." He said evily, a sly grin forming on his face. I looked up at him and snarled lowly, "Maybe that's because you turned into a fat drunken slob who beats me every day."

"What was that?" My father, now looming over me, raised his voice. I gagged visually at the alcohol stench that rolled off of him and snarled at him, "You heard me. What are you going to do abou-"

I was cut off as my father's hand came crashing down. I was knocked off my bed, feeling the sting of my cheek burning into my flesh. I touched it and winced. My father grabbed me by raven locks, hauling me up to be face to face with him. I gasped in pain and heard a feeble yelp sound from the closet. I glanced over and saw Cat's head peering out of the crevice. "Get. Back. In. There." I mouthed to her, before tearing my gaze away from the closet back to my father. With a grunt, he heaved me against the wall and I cried out in pain. "Now you listen to me, young lady." He hissed at me, the booze rolling off him with each word. "You don't ever talk to me," he twisted the fistful of my hair painfully and I gasped, "like that. Ever."

"Who are you to tell me what to do?" I hissed back at him, feeling more confident since Cat was there. With a snarl, my father threw me onto the ground and slammed his booted foot into my stomach. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head and I squeezed them shut as he continued to beat me. I opened one eye to peer over my dad's foot towards the closet. Cat's face, once again back inside the closet, was flushed white. Her mouth was gaping open and her eyes watered. "Don't worry about me!" I mouthed to her through the heavy blows. I glanced up to see my father grabbing my magazine and rolling it up. "Get up, you dog!" he slurred at me. I bared my teeth at him and shrieked, "Make me!"

With a slurred bellow, my father smacked the magazine down onto my face. I bit down on my tongue as I fell to the floor, and gasped in pain. I tasted the iron tang of blood in my mouth as my father continued to smack the magazine down on me. I screamed out as he kicked me in the gut. I gripped my stomach and groaned in pain as my father crouched down next to me, stroking my cheek tentively. "This is what you get when you don't listen to your Daddy, Jadelyn." He whispered, before getting up and stumbling out of the room.

As soon as my father slammed the door behind him, Cat bolted out of the closet and raced over to me. "Jade!" she cried out, kneeling beside me and shaking me vigorously. I opened my eyes weakly and grabbed her hand that was resting on her leg. "Cat…?" I whispered hoarsely, my breath coming out in painfully ragged gasps. "Yes, Jadey. It's me, Cat!" she whimpered, grabbing both of my hands and clasping them desperately. She placed butterfly kisses on my knuckles and cried over and over again. "Please Jade, you're going to be fine. Nothing's going to happen anymore."

"…My clothes." I choked out. Cat looked down at me and wiped her tears. "W-What?" she sniffled. I gulped and got to my knees wearily. "My clothes. In the bag. Go get them."

"Okay, Jadey!" cat said quickly, getting up and walking back over to the closet. She disappeared inside for a moment before remerging back out with the Wal-Mart bag in her hand. "Okay, we've got to go. Now." I said briskly, heaving myself to my feet. I winced at the pain that I felt all over my body, but I ignored it as Cat's entwined my fingers with her own and we raced out of the house. As I stumbled over to my car, Cat's small hand gripped my shoulder from behind. "Cat, we have to go now."I hissed as I whirled around to face her. "But you're hurt! You can't drive like that!" she objected. I glanced down at my battered body but shook my head stubbornly. "Cat, I'm perfectly fine to drive-" At that moment, I stumbled in my step. Cat, steadied me and as I pulled myself up, her eye bore into mine. "Jade, you can barely stand. Let me drive." She insisted. "But you don't have a driver's license!" I protested, gripping my stomach in pain. I looked up to see her glaring at me, and finally I gave in. "Aright." I mumbled, tossing her my car keys. With a terse nod, she hopped into the driver's seat while I slowly climbed into the passenger's. Cat started up the car and as we got ready to pull away, I felt her slip her hand into mine.

Boom, part 5! How did you like it? I actually have fun writing this. So review and I'll be happy. Don't review… and I kill you. :O