Monster Under My Bed Chapter 3: Nothing's The Same, a victorious fanfic

Monster Under My Bed

-I DON'T OWN Victorious

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Chapter Three: Nothing's The Same

I heard Cat's screams die down, but she didn't come back for me…where was she? Oh my God, is she alright? Did he kill her? NO! Don't think like that Beck! I struggle with my restraints, but somehow they came off. All of them…how weird…I shrug it off and rush towards Cat…I hear her whimpers, so I run to her…but it's odd…I'm not running. I'm like floating towards her whimpers. How crazy is that? As I reach the cavern next door, I then feel my feet touch the ground and run towards I see her broken body. She's pale and cold. "CAT!" I cried out as I reached down and picked her up in my arms. She's naked and her eyes are open…lifeless…not full of joy…not full of life or innocence. I feel for a pulse…and then my fears are confirmed.

She's dead.

"NOOOO!"

"No, no, no, no, no!" Beck woke up, drenched in sweat and his heart was pounding out of control. He dared himself to look to the bed next to him, praying with everything he had left in him that Cat was safe and sound…and look at that…she was curled up underneath the blanket, snuggled up to a white, fluffy teddy bear. "C-Cat?" He whimpered out as he crawled out of bed and kneeled down to her bedside, making sure she was breathing and harm came to her while he was "peacefully" sleeping, but she was perfect. No more scratches on her, and she wasn't pale or feverish. "Cat…" He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. She moaned a little, but didn't wake up. "I love you so much." He struggled to say, realizing he was shaking in fear. "No one will hurt you ever again. If they touch you ever again, I'll kill them…but you know what? I made a decision…after I graduate from Hollywood Arts, I'm going to quit acting and dancing, and stuff…I'm going to become a detective…for special victims, Cat. I'm going to eventually find your rapist and kill him." He kissed her nose. "I'll do that for you, Cat Valentine…"

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3 years later…

"I can't believe we've come back here." 17 year old Cat said as she looked out the window of Beck's convertible as they were following their parents back to the beach house, where she never wanted to return. "I hate this damn place."

"Language, miss Valentine." Beck said smoothly. "Look, I don't want to be back here, but our parents somehow think the time we spent there all those years ago was…fun."

"Well, it wasn't." Cat said sharply, looking a bit pale. She still had her light brown hair, in the same hair style, but she matured a little. She didn't grow anymore though, which she was bummed about. She did mature physically and emotionally. She wasn't that bubbly little person she was before the incident. She was a serious, but a bit shy teenage girl. Her birthday was going to be the next day…the 3 year mark of when her innocence was taken away from her. Her parents told her that the Oliver's and them were going halves on the same beach house again for a week again, making Cat uneasy and on the edge. "It was the worst vacation of my life."

"Well then you should've told your parents what happened and they wouldn't make us come back here." Beck said with a bit annoyance. He had been listening to this nonstop. He and Cat weren't officially an item…yes, 3 years later and they weren't officially boyfriend/girlfriend. Just best friends. Well…friends with benefits. They kissed, they touched, they dated, and they did everything together. But Beck still was afraid to make them official…which pissed Cat off even more. "You think I want to be here? I don't."

"Oh yes, because the world revolves around Beck Oliver, doesn't it?" She seethed with a glare. "You were the one who was violated here."

"Shut up, Cat." He grumbled as they pulled up to the cursed home. "We're here."

"I can see that, I'm not fucking blind." Cat said as she stepped out of the car with her Coach purse and slammed the door shut.

They were out of the car and their parents came up to them. "It's all just the same! How wonderful!" Mrs. Oliver said, putting her arms around her husband. "So beautiful."

Cat kept her mouth shut as she stared directly towards the caverns…the caverns where she was raped almost 3 years ago.

Beck saw this and put an arm around her, but she was startled and shrieked, jumping a couple feet away from him. Everyone stared in shock at her as Beck looked extremely concerned. "Cat, what's wrong? Did you see something?" A.K.A…did you see him?

Cat caught her breath as she adjusted her purse. "I'm fine. You just freaked me out." She walked into the house, pushing through everyone without another word.

As the parents followed her in, Beck turned towards the caverns, seeing if anyone was there, but he didn't see anyone. He had flashbacks of what happened and it made him shake. He remembered his vow he made to his best friend. He had confessed to everyone that he wasn't going into acting or dancing…he told Cat he wasn't going to be an actor or anything until her rapist was found and dead. Not in jail…that evil monster had to be dead. Little did everyone know…Beck had a plan. While his parents were going to be away with business meetings, he was going to talk to a detective he spoken to many times on the phone with and look at pictures of criminals. He was going to see if he can identify the man that hurt Cat. He knew Cat would be home alone while he did that, but she would be fine. What are the chances that man would come back after 3 years? He had shivers run down his spine when he said that in his head. "He better not." Beck growled to himself. "He's dead if he does. I won't let Cat get hurt again...I'll die before she's touched once more."

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Later that day, around 10 pm, Beck came into the room he still shared with Cat and saw her staring out the window in her little pajamas that made his heart skip a beat every time. "Cat?" He questioned, a bit worried about her, since she wasn't talking much ever since they arrived. She snapped her head in his direction. "Are you alright?" She shrugged, closing the curtains after making sure the window was locked. "If you need to talk, I'm here."

She walked towards him in a shy manner, suddenly gripping his chin and pulling his lips onto hers, kissing him roughly. She pulled him on top of her, on the bed, wrapping her legs around his waist as he held himself up, not trying to crush her. Yes, they did this regularly. They didn't dare remove clothing though…even after 3 years, Cat wasn't ready to remove her clothing for any man. After a few minutes, she released her grip on him and leaned back, letting her head rest on the soft cushions. Beck lowered himself a bit more on her, running his fingers through her hair. Cat licked her lips before speaking. "Beck…why haven't you asked me to be your girlfriend? I know you want to, but you're afraid to…why?"

Beck frowned, not really wanting to discuss this topic. "Cat…it's complicated."

"What's so complicated?" Cat asked, getting annoyed at his lame answers. "You and me, boyfriend girlfriend, together forever, get married, have kids, die together, and go to heaven or hell together."

"Heaven or hell?" Beck chuckled.

"Focus, man!" Cat smacked his shoulder harshly. "Why's that so complicated? You confessed you loved me 3 years ago!"

"2 years and 362 days ago, to be correct." Beck smirked.

Cat shoved him off of her and left the bed. "I hate you."

Beck sighed. "Cat, wait a minute- what are you doing?"

Cat grabbed a blanket and pillow. "Sleeping on the couch."

Beck stood up. "Cat, wait!" But she slammed the bedroom door shut behind her as she left the room. Beck groaned. "Damn."

Cat sighed deeply as she walked down the stairs, noting how pitch black it was because it was around 10pm and everyone was asleep, besides her and Beck. She set up a makeshift bed on the couch and went to the kitchen to make herself some tea to help the arising headache Beck just gave to her. She heard some rustling in the dining room and quickly panicked. "H-h-hello?" She sounded fearful, cursing herself for not acting brave. "Beck?" She asked in a small voice as she put her cup down and walked slowly to the dining room with her heart pounding. "If you're playing a trick to make me laugh, I won't laugh. I'll hate you forever." She gulped when she received no answer. She flipped the switch to ON and saw nothing in the dining room. She let out the breath she was holding as she rolled her eyes at her stupidity and turned around before jumping back and screaming. "AHHH! BECK! BECK!" She continued screaming as the masked people grabbed her arms. "NOOO! DON'T HURT ME AGAIN!"

"Again?" The masks were removed and Cat was relieved, yet angry at who it was behind them.

Charlie and Jonathon…

"YOU ASSHOLES!" She screamed as she punched Charlie's chest with rage and agony, letting out her feelings into this moment.

"Wait, wait, girl, who hurt you the first time?" Jonathon asked, wondering who dared to hurt his practically little sister. "Beck let this happen?"

"I let what happen?" Beck raced down the stairs and looked extremely worried. "Cat, what's wrong? I heard you scream for me. Are you alright?"

Cat just burst out into tears and sobs as she pushed passed all the boys and raced up the stairs, slamming the bathroom door shut and locked it. She gripped the bathroom counter as she took heavy breaths, wondering if she'll ever find her sanity again. Cat stared up at the mirror, seeing her pale face, with tears running down her cheeks and her hair was in a messy bun. She looked like a disaster. Hell, for the past 3 years, she's been a pain in the ass to everyone. She even hated her own self.

"Because I'm tainted…" Cat whimpered to herself as she sobbed quietly, glaring at her reflection. She made her left hand into a fist. "You ugly, pathetic, loathing, weak piece of SHIT!" With that said, she punched the mirror, shattering a good portion off the wall and into the sink…and into her hand.