Cat gave him a confused look as he shoved a pair of dirty socks in her mouth. She started to scream, but her breath was knocked out of her with a punch to the chest. She fell breathless to the bed as Garrett grabbed her arms and began to tie her wrists to the bed frame.
"Come on, Kitten," he whispered by her neck, the smell of weed filling her nose, almost making her gag. "Let's have some fun." He began to inch his hand under her tight dress. Cat tried to scream again, only to be slapped across the face with Garrett's free hand. She began to cry as he reached her bra and started working it off. "Don't cry, pretty woman, it'll be lots of fun. I love this game." He got her bra off, throwing it across the room. He began taking off her underwear, then working his own pants off. She began to sob as bad things began to happen. She felt blood start flowing as Garrett began to get bored. "That was fun," he said, pulling his pants back up and walking out of the room as if nothing happened. Cat lay there for a moment, just sobbing, until it started getting painful. She finally got the socks out of her mouth and wiggle her hands free of the rough rope. She turned around toward the bed frame, where her purse was hanging, when the room started spinning again. She leaned her head over the side of the bed just in time to hurl all over the floor. The tears were still flowing as she began to shake, pulling her phone from her purse. She pressed the name most recent in her contacts.
A tired "Hello?" came over the receiver.
"Beck?" Cat cried into the phone.
"Cat, what's going on?" Beck asked, his voice growing more serious and concerned.
"Beck, you have to come and get me!"
"Where are you?"
"I'm at this party in Upstate New York, and Beck," she said shakily into her phone. "I think I just got raped." She began to lose control of her breath, crying harder than before.
"Cat, where is at?" Beck asked, full panic in his voice filling his voice.
She managed to recite the address before losing control again.
"I'm on my way; stay on the phone with me," he said, already getting into his rusty Ford truck.
"Kay-Kay. Beck?" she sniffled out.
"Yes?"
"It hurts."
Beck began to grow furious. Why would somebody do this to an innocent girl? "Don't worry, Cat. As soon as I get there, the man who did this to you will pay."
Beck pulled around the corner and saw a street FILLED with cars. Not worrying about other people, he put his truck into park in the middle of the street, leaving the door wide open as he ran into the putrid smelling home.
"Where are you, Cat?" he screamed over the music.
"Upstairs master bedroom, I think," she whispered, barely audible.
He ran up the stairs and opened every door, mostly finding couples having sex, until opening the right door, seeing Cat on the bed, sobbing. He hung up his phone, running over and picking her up bridal style and carrying her out of the hell hole. "If you see him, show me, okay, Red?"
"Kay-Kay."
Beck ran out of the house, putting Cat in the passenger seat, buckling her in, when she pointed out a man who Beck didn't recognize.
"That's Garrett."
"Did Garrett hurt you?"
She nodded, as Beck shut the door and locked it, running up to the bastard. He grabbed him by the collar, growling, "Did you do that to Cat?"
"Do what?" he laughed, a blunt hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
"You heard me. Did you rape Cat?"
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," Garrett said, spitting in Beck's face.
Beck saw nothing but red as he threw Garrett down, bending down and beating the living shit out of him. Garrett was unconscious when Beck finally finished. He ran back to the truck, closing the door and sped forward, getting Cat to the nearest hospital.
He looked to her, where she just stared straight forward, silent tears streaking down her face, leaving dark trails from her make-up. It seemed as if her bubbly personality had, just like that, popped.
"Come here, Cat," Beck said, offering his arm. She unbuckled scooting into his embrace, and just lost it. She sobbed and screamed and punched the seat beneath her. Beck couldn't stand to see her like this. He ran his fingers through her hair, trying to calm her down. He quickly looked over to her seat, seeing blood trailing to her small figure. Beck had tears brim in his eyes as he pulled into the hospital, parking under the emergency awning. He grabbed her, running her in, trying to stay cool as he asked for help. A few paramedics put her on a gurney, ushering her into the examination room, instructing Beck to stay in the waiting room. He couldn't stand the silence of the room. He tried to stay in his own head, thinking of why Cat was at the party alone. Why hadn't Jade gone with? They were sisters anyway. He got out his PearPhone, dialing his ex-girlfriend's phone number.
"Beck?" she answered, the sleepiness in her voice.
"Do you have any idea where Cat is?"
"She told me she was going to some party with some guys she met at the mall. Why?" she asked, getting suspicious.
"Jade, I'm at the hospital with Cat now."
"What?!" she screamed, anger rising in her voice. "Why?!"
"This guy…he…he raped her, Jade," Beck said, beginning to break down himself. Salt water was beginning to stain his dark, attractive face.
"Oh my GOD, no!" Is that tears Beck heard? "What hospital are you guys at?"
"Liberty Memorial, I think."
"I'm on my way." Beep. She was on her way. Why wasn't she on her way out with Cat? How could she have let her ditzy little sister out to a party with two total strangers? Then he remembered a crying Jade leaving he and Robbie's apartment, saying she wished they never met. He hurt Jade, which caused this to happen to Cat. How could he have been so dumb? He began to shift the blame from the red-head's sister to himself. If he had never broken up with Jade, she would've paid more attention and they wouldn't have been in this situation. It was his entire fault.
"Miss Valentine family," a nurse announced to the small room. Beck jumped up, just as Jade ran in. She ran after him, walking up to the small nurse.
"How is she?" Beck asked with the panic rising in his voice again.
"She's fine, in room 413 if you two want to visit," she said in a boring tone.
The two ran to the elevator, pressing the button with the four printed on it. The two stood in awkward silence as the door closed, slowly moving them up.
"I'm sorry," Jade said, breaking the tension. "I'm sorry for yelling at you about my scissors."
Beck turned his head toward her, saying, "Okay."
"Do you forgive me?"
"Yes, I forgive you."
"So…ummm," she began to stutter, trying to slide her hand into Beck's.
"Jade," he began, pulling his hand away. "I don't know if I can deal with this relationship any longer. We fight we break up, and we both say we're sorry, and we act like nothing ever happened, but it did, Jade. I think we need to take a break longer than a few hours."
She began to let tears fall as she started talking. "Remember when we started dating? Remember how we always talked about our future, and how perfect it would be? We would grow up, get married, and have kids, and now," she started choking up. "Now, it feels so ruined."
"Maybe it is," Beck said, walking out of the now open elevator doors towards Cat's room.
They both stood outside of Cat's room, just staring at each other.
"I'm so sorry, Jade," he said, pulling her into his arms, kissing her forehead. He let her go, looking into her, like her name, jade green eyes. "I'm sorry I can't be who you want me to be." She put a hand to her face. "Maybe you should wait out here." She nodded, walking away from the room.
He took a deep breath, walking into his room to see Cat sleeping in her hospital bed. He walked over, sitting down in the uncomfortable chair positioned to face the patient. He looked at Cat's sleeping face, almost angelic. Why did he have to turn everything to shit? He finally let it out, tears pouring down his face. I'm so sorry, he thought. I'm so sorry.
A/N: Chapter two, son! I am so thankful for all of your awesome reviews, follows, and favorites after reading one chapter of my story. I love you guys so much, and don't you forget it! Enjoy. XOXO: broadwayjunkie29