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Everybody's Fool

Digidestend Angel

I Do NOT Own Victorious or Any Of The Songs Used

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Chapter Ten

Wrong Place at the Wrong Time

"And 5-6-7-8!" Cat pressed play to the music watching her students dance to the first 20 seconds of the dance song. She was going to let them attempt to do it watching themselves in the mirror without her help. They needed to be independent.

All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies
Now put your hands up

Cat pressed "STOP" on the remote and kept it in her hand, walking up to one of the tiny girls in the front row. "Riley, when it says "Put Your Hands Up", you hop, left foot forward, right foot forward, left hand up, right hand up, straight down, and shake your hips." Cat did it with her, facing the mirror. "Good. Now Sylvia…" Cat walked towards the back row. "When we do the repeat of "Single ladies", one row is going up, the other is going down, switch, repeat for each one until we hit the last "All the single Ladies". Kay?" The girl nodded. "Any questions?"

One young lady in the front row held up her hand. "Why are there bandages on your hands?" She asked innocently.

"Rachel, we are in dance class." Cat told her sternly, patting her head as she walked by her. "Focus on dancing."

"Why are you hiding it from us?" A snotty voice came from the back row.

Cat sighed. "So do you girls want to do another mile?"

"NO!"

"Then enough about me, let's concentrate on this dance routine." Cat told them. "Let's go again." And she pressed play, watching her girls. She took a deep breath. If one more person asked her about her bandaged hands, she may just scream. She looked to the clock on the wall, seeing it was almost time for class to get out, thank God. She just wanted to get out of there, see her boyfriend, and go home. "Again. 5-6-7-8!"

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Cat stepped into the car as Beck chuckled in the driver's seat, shifting the gear into reverse to leave the parking spot. "The girls being difficult again?"

"A pain." Cat mumbled. "I don't know if we can get this dance done by June."

"You will, babe." Beck took her hand, giving it a kiss. "Everything is going to be okay."

Cat whimpered, leaning onto his arm.

Beck heard a 'ding' and looked to his dash board, seeing the gaslight come on. "Shit. Cat, we have to stop at a gas station."

She sighed. "Kay-Kay."

Beck pulled into the nearest one, groaning. "I hate getting gas at night. LA is just creepy."

"Do you want me to get out with you and hold your hand?" Cat giggled.

Beck winked. "I'd love it if you did so."

Cat laughed as Beck stepped out and she did. She went over to his side as he slipped his credit card into the reader. She crossed her arms and leaned onto the car. "You're right. LA is creepy at night."

"Yeah, the dance studio you work at isn't exactly in the nicest neighborhood, you know?" Beck teased her, making her scowl at him. When his tank was decently full, Beck pulled the nozzle out, stopping the gasoline. He put it back and put the lid back on before closing the gas tank. He went over to Cat, giving her a kiss on the lips before leading her over to the passenger side. Before he could open the door, they heard laughter…and not the funny kind. Beck turned around, seeing a few guys come up…they had markings of the local gang. He panicked. "Cat, get in the car."

"What's the rush?" One of the taller ones said.

Cat whimpered as they closed in on them. "Beck."

Beck kept her behind him. "Look, we don't want any trouble. Please, just let us go and-"

"Nah, we'll just play with your girlfriend there and then you can be on your way." The one to be the leader sneered.

Beck clenched his fists. "Don't touch her." He may have been tough on the outside, but on the inside, he was terrified. They may kill him and then have their way with Cat, kill her, and it'd be all over. He couldn't let Cat get touched like that. "Just let us leave, please." He heard Cat sobbing, hanging onto one of his arms. He wanted to hold her tightly, protect her. He was scared for her wellbeing here.

The gang clenched their fists, one bringing out a knife, and the others just ready to use their fists.

Beck's heart dropped.

One guy came at him and Beck used his stunt double moves, kicking him away by his face, making him fall back. Another came at him, Beck caught his arm, punching his face and kicking his shin, throwing him back. He didn't see the other one come up next to him, grabbing his jacket and pulling him away from Cat, onto the cement ground with a thud and some scraps. He was in deep shit. He couldn't get up as someone used their shoe to kick Beck in the ribs, cracking a few.

"Beck!" Cat's terrified voice cried out. When Beck took another kick, he heard his worst nightmare coming true. "No! Let me go! AH! No! PUT ME DOWN!" She continued to scream, sounding like she was putting up a fight. Beck took another blow, realizing they were already taking Cat away from him. "Please! Stop!"

Beck growled and grabbed the foot before it hit him again and pushed it back with all his strength. He jumped up, facing about three or four tough guys. He needed to watch out for the one with the knife, but he couldn't spot him just yet. He saw a few others trying to put Cat in a car. His heart raced. "NO!" He tried to get through, but they threw him back, trying to overwhelm him. Beck rolled and stood up again, backing away from the monsters. He kicked one guy in the "balls" and another with his fists, breaking his nose, and then kicking him away. The other two guys snuck up on him from behind, grabbing his arms and holding him there.

Beck saw that the car with Cat now inside was still there. They must be waiting for their buddies to kill him before they left. Beck was punched in the jaw and then the stomach. He leaned back, using the ones' holding him strength and used both his feet with boots on to kick the two guys before him in the face. He felt one of the guys holding him twist his arm, probably breaking it. Beck cried out in pain and then they threw him to the ground. He tried to look to see if Cat was still there, but someone kicked him right in the face. His nose began bleeding and he was spitting out blood.

Suddenly, he heard something that almost reminded him of angels singing.

Police sirens.

Suddenly, the guys beating him ran away towards the car Cat was at. Beck gasped he looked up. He saw them throw Cat out and then with them all in two separate cars, they raced off. Thankfully, two police cars suddenly went after them, but another one came into the parking lot. Beck kept his eyes on his girlfriend, who was unconscious. He couldn't see her face. "Cat." He sobbed, but his voice sounded funny through the amounts of blood he was losing. "Be okay." A policeman came up to him, kneeling down. Beck didn't hear much of what he was saying. "Save her." Beck motioned to Cat. "Protect her."

"Rogers, there's another victim!" The police officer that had been talking to him yelled to his partner, who had been calling in an ambulance. The other one ran to Cat. "Son, everything is going to be alright. Anything broken? Stabbed?"

"My arm." Beck coughed out. "I can't move it…it hurts." Everything hurt Beck right now, but nothing was as bad as his heart, aching to hold his petite, innocent girlfriend. "My girlfriend…"

"My partner is telling me she's breathing, sir." The police offer told him. "What's your name?"

Beck wheezed. "Beck."

"And your girlfriend's name?"

"Cat."

"Okay, Beck, the ambulances are here. We're going to take you both to the emergency room, okay?"

Beck sobbed. "I want to stay with her."

"Not right now, Beck."

Beck let his tears fall. He looked back to Cat, who was still limp on the ground, but one of the beds and two paramedics were at her side finally, examining her. It was then did someone snap him out of it and help him onto a gurney. He cried out in pain, for it hurt to move his arm, but they managed to put a sling around it, easing the pain a bit.

"Is there someone that can come pick up your car, Beck?" The police officer asked.

Beck nodded, giving the officer his car keys. "Andre Harris."

"His number?"

"555-200-6000." Beck said from memory.

"Okay, we're going to wait here for him and clean up around here. Two detectives will meet you at the hospital. They'll want statements."

Beck nodded as they lifted him into the vehicle that made him feel claustrophobic.

"Good luck, Beck." And with that, they shut the doors.

"Cat." Beck coughed out as they tried to clean his face up.

The paramedic with him raised an eyebrow. "Who's Cat, dear?" The woman asked.

"My girlfriend." Beck whimpered. "The love of my life. She's everything to me."

"Was she the other victim?"

"Yeah." Beck managed to nod.

"She's already been taken by ambulance. She should almost be there by now."

Beck sighed. "Good."

The paramedic tried to get Beck's mind off the pain. "How long have you been with Cat?"

"Over two years." Beck wheezed. "She's my high school sweetheart."

"Aw, that's sweet." The woman said. "You don't see many couples like that these days."

"She's my angel." Beck looked up at the lights. "She my whole world…I need her to be okay."

"The doctors at the hospital will take good care of her, Beck." She pat his shoulder. "Were you two on a date or something before this?"

"I picked her up from work." Beck focused all his attention on thoughts of Cat, which seemed to make him forget his injuries. "She's a dance teacher. She was upset because her students aren't getting their recital dance down very well. She was stressed. I held her hand. I tried to comfort her." Beck replayed the moments. "She leaned on my arm. The gaslight came on. And we stopped…she stood out there with me…we were okay. We were flirting and smiling…everything was still perfect."

"You really love her, don't you?"

Beck let a loose tear go. "More than anything in this whole world."

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Beck opened his eyes only to close them tightly. The lights and whiteness of the room he was in blinded him, burning his eyeballs. He groaned, trying to move, but his arm felt like led, while the rest of his body ached. He remembered what happened and was trying to breathe out the pain. "Cat." He croaked out, hoping someone would hear him or understand him.

Someone did.

"Beck…you're awake." His sweet angel's voice said. "I'm so relieved you're alright."

Beck forced his eyes open, feeling a bit better and adjusted to the light. He looked to the side and saw Cat's broken brown eyes. "Cat."

She took his good hand into hers. "Hi. How are you feeling?"

"Like shit." He chuckled, which hurt to do so he winced. "Ow."

"You have a few broken ribs." Cat almost whispered. "Your left arm is broken in two places. You have a broken nose, a black eye, and a bruised cheek. You have bruises everywhere actually." She explained. "But you'll be okay. The doctor says you'll make a full recovery."

"What happened to you?" Beck suddenly asked. "What'd they do to you?"

Cat bit her lip. "Beck, that's not important right now. You need to rest and regain your strength. You've been unconscious for almost a day now."

Beck cringed. "Wow."

"Yes." Cat smiled. "I hope you don't mind, but I went to my classes today…"

"Of course I don't mind, Cat." Beck kissed her hand. "If I was unconscious all day, there wouldn't really be anything for you to do here."

"True." Cat just stared at his hand, playing with it with her gentle touch of her small fingers. "I'm so glad you're alright, Beck."

Beck saw some emptiness in her eyes. "Cat…seriously…what did they do to you?"

Cat closed her eyes for a moment, trying not to cry, and opened them back up, trying to stay strong. "Don't worry about it. You need to stay relaxed right now. Calm your mind."

Beck's lip trembled, getting the gist. "Oh no…did they…"

Cat sighed, remembering the horrible assault. "The leader did, yes. He didn't rape me though…I only was used to give him a…look, Beck, he's in jail now and will be for almost ever probably. We weren't the only ones his gang has bothered."

Beck's eyes filled up with tears.

Cat leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I'm going to let you rest, darling. I'll be over here doing homework."

Beck didn't want to, but his grip loosened on her hands as she walked over to a round table.

His eyes squeezed shut.

Why couldn't something be okay for once?

PREVIEW for Chapter 11: Cat's Courage

"Ow!" Cat screamed out, rubbing the side of her face as she struggled to stand back up. What's with teachers throwing random bouncy balls at her? She hoped one day it wouldn't be a baseball or basketball. "You just hit me in the face with a ball!"

"Good eye." Mrs. Waller said bluntly. "You're not focused. Why?"

Cat shook her head, trying to regain herself. "I'm sorry, I'll-"

"Caterina, I want to know why you're not focused." Her teacher demanded.

Cat sighed deeply. "Fine. Monday night, after I left my dance class I teach, my boyfriend and I were mugged at a gas station. He's severely injured and still in the hospital. So it's distracting me. I'm sorry, I'll get it out of my head."

"There's something else." Mrs. Waller walked up to her. "You're leaving something out. Your boyfriend was hurt…what did they do to you?"