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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 Seventeen
Beck's Stolen Angel
Beck awoke the next morning around 8. He didn't remember setting his alarm clock as it was going off. He attempted to turn it off, but it kept coming back. He growled as he looked to his cell phone. It wasn't the alarm. It was Jade. He raised an eyebrow. What the bloody hell did she want? Wait- didn't Jade change her number? He quickly answered. "Jade?"
"Yes, hey, where's-"
"No, wait, you changed your number!" Beck yelled, going to extreme panic.
"Huh? Why the hell would I change my number, dumbass?"
Beck's heart raced.
"Hey, can you tell Cat to get her butt over here so I can give her a ride to school? Or does she want to take a taxi?"
And now his heart stopped. "Jade…no, you picked her up last night." He said in a deep voice.
"Uh, no I didn't. Look, I know you're high on drugs with all the medication, but can you please focus here! Tell Cat-"
"I CAN'T TELL HER BECAUSE YOU PICKED HER UP LAST NIGHT!" Beck screamed into the phone.
"NO I DIDN'T! She's not even here, you idiot! Her room's empty, bed's still made…she wasn't here all night because I waited up for her until eff-ing midnight. She didn't answer her phone so I figured she was already asleep with you or you two were having sex."
"Jade…I'm eff-ing serious." Beck was shaking violently, tears already threatening to fall. "This isn't funny. You picked Cat up. You texted her and you said you changed your number because some kid kept prank calling you. You said you were picking her up. And you texted her and told her you were downstairs."
"…what? Beck, I never- what? I didn't change my number. Beck, where the hell is Cat?" Now Jade was starting to sound alarmed and worried.
Beck sobbed, the tears officially leaving his eyes. "I don't know!"
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WHAT'S NEW ON TheSLAP?
Beck Oliver: Cat, if you end up reading this, CALL ME OR CALL FOR HELP! PLEASE! I LOVE YOU! Mood: Desperate
Andre Harris: Dammit, where the hell is my Lil' Red? I'm so pissed off and going to bash someone's head in if we don't find her soon! Mood: PISSED OFF
Jade West: When I find whoever kidnapped my best friend, I swear to god, I'm going to kill them with my scissors…and it will be long and VERY painful. Mood: Revengeful
Tori Vega: I can't stop crying! Cat, please come back! PLEASE! Mood: Worried
Robbie Shapiro: Come on, Cat, you're strong. You can handle anything. Please be okay. Mood: Numb
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Cat groaned as she felt very uncomfortable and her body was quite stiff. She was sitting up. Why? She was in a chair…and hard wooden chair. She tried to get up, but she couldn't. Her wrists were tied in the back. She gasped, regaining her eyesight as she struggled with her binds. She burst into tears, not knowing where she was. She looked around. She was in some sort of basement. It was all stone and cement. It was cold and dusty. She was only in her jeans and shirt. Her shoes, socks, and jacket were gone. Her hair was down, flowing over her upper body. She tried pushing herself up by putting her tiny feet on the chair, but she realize her wrists were literally tied to the chair, unable to be free.
"HELP!" She screamed, her voice raspy. "HELLO? SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
Suddenly the door opened upstairs, and a staircase was there, as she saw. The figure began walking down the stairs slowly. She could make the figure out with the light from upstairs. He was tall, well-built, and coming closer to her. When he was close enough, he leaned down to her face. She gasped as he smirked. "Hey, Kitty-Cat."
Cat whimpered. "Josh? No! Let me go!"
"Not going to happen." He told her, kneeling down before her, running his hands on her legs. "You're mine now."
She sobbed. "Why are you doing this?"
"I'm so sick of you, Beck, and your friends fighting me off. I always get what I want, Kitty-Cat. And when I'm unable to get you…" He chuckled. "That is just unacceptable. So now…you're all mine and always going to be mine. You're never leaving this basement. You're never going to be free or see daylight again. And even better…" He leaned up and put his lips next to her ear. "You're never going to see Beck ever again."
She screamed, making him jump back and try to regain his hearing. "WRONG! You're wrong! Beck is going to find me and then he's going to kill you! He'll kill you! Do you hear me? You're dead when he finds out you kidnapped me! He'll find me! He always finds me! You can't keep us apart! YOU CAN'T! Now let me go! Let me go right now! You can't keep me down here!"
"I can and I will." Josh smirked. "Now shut up." And he backhanded her, making her scream in pain. She turned back to face him, her hair in her face and the side of her lip bleeding. He put her hair behind her ear. "I have to get to class now, so no one suspects me. I can't wait to see your boyfriend's face." And with that, he laughed as he left her there, struggling to be free and he shut the basement door when he left, leaving Cat in the dark.
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Beck sat in an office room at the LA police department, with Cat's parents next to him. Her mother was crying as her father tried to comfort her. Beck's face was tearstained and his eyes were red. He didn't know if he had anymore tears left within him. He couldn't stop all morning ever since Jade woke him up. Jade was outside with Andre, Tori, and Robbie, waiting for news. They all have already been questioned and everything the police could possibly do to help find the precious redhead everyone loved and adored…not to mention, Beck's brand new fiancée.
Suddenly the door opened and the three of them went on alert. The detective sighed and shook his head. "We haven't found her yet. We're doing everything we can." Beck tried to keep strong as his lip was trembling. Cat's mother was whimpering. "I have my people at the taxi services in town, showing Cat's photo to see if they gave her a ride. I have more people at your apartment building and Cat's." He motioned to Beck. "We're also going through the list of enemies you guys may have, so we'll be bringing them in. We've sent Cat's photo to every police station in California and to every Border Patrol." He sighed. "We are doing everything we possibly can. We're going to try our hardest to find her."
Beck closed his eyes and prayed for his fiancée, who was still out there…with God only knows who. "Did you-" Beck voice cracked so he cleared his throat before trying again. "Did you trace that cell phone number?"
"We did." The detective frowned. "It was a burn phone. We found it in the dumpster outside your apartment building. The person had gloves on because there aren't any fingerprints what-so-ever. We did find the text messages off your fiancée's phone, even though we do not physically have it. Everything you told us that the person pretending to be Cat's roommate said was quite accurate. We tried to trace Cat's phone, but her phone must be off."
Beck clenched his fists. "I should've walked her down."
"Beck, you are beat up and bruised, you're not even supposed to be out of bed." Cat's father told him sternly. "There was nothing you could do without collapsing and falling on your face."
"Well, then, I should've sent Andre with her." Beck told him. "I should've done something."
Cat's mom regained herself and hugged Beck. "Honey, you are not at fault. No one is blaming you and no one agrees with you on what you're saying right now. You didn't do anything wrong. You thought Cat's best friend, who you trust completely with Cat, was downstairs. There was no reason for you to suspect anything."
"It was quite believable too." The detective added in. "I mean…people change their numbers every day because of prank callers or bill-collectors. And as I can tell, Miss West is quite the type to get easily irritated, so she would've done that. I even asked her. She said she would do that on the dot because she'd want to kill them…I let that one go, but the point is, this person or people that took you fiancée are smart. They knew how to trick you."
"So that means they must be close to Cat, right?" Cat's father asked.
"Exactly, which is why we're bringing the one named "Josh Michaels" in because from what I have down from Beck, Harris, West, Shapiro, and Vega, this Michaels kid is a real pest and harasses Cat, correct?" The detective asked Beck, who automatically nodded. "We're also pulling his records right now as we speak, so when he gets in here, we'll-"
Suddenly, the door burst open and another detective was out of breath. "Cane, Valentine's cell phone turned on and we found the trace!"
The detective, who's name was apparently Cane, nodded. "Bring the car around and get a team together, NOW!" He ordered and the other one left. He looked to Cat's parents and fiancée. "We'll be back, hopefully with Cat."
"I need to come!" Beck stood up. "Please! Please let me come with you!"
"It's too dangerous, Beck."
"I'll wear one of those stupid vests, I'll sign anything you want me to, just please let me come! "Beck begged. "Please!"
Cane happened to peek over at Cat's distraught parents, and they nodded. He sighed. "Alright, let's go."
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Beck prayed and prayed as the cops followed the trace to the cell phone's location…and hopefully Cat's. When they pulled up to an alley way that was filthy with a few dumpsters on the sides, he lost hope. Now he was praying Cat wasn't here because if she was…she would be in one of those disgusting, unsanitary trashcans. He sobbed as they told him to stay in the car and all the cops left their cars as Beck remained in the backseat of one of them.
"Please…please…please…" His voice cracked. He didn't even know exactly what he was saying "please" for. He wanted to find Cat, yes, but again, if she was here, she was most likely dumped here…dead. He sobbed. "Oh god."
He watched as the cops used gloves and did everything they could to search every dumpster when finally someone yelled out, holding Cat's pink pear-phone in the air. It had a note on it. They bagged it, looking defeated. Detective Cane and another guy came back to the car and the other officers stayed behind, collecting more evidence. When Cane sat back in and put his seatbelt on while his partner began driving back to the station, he handed Beck the cell phone in the evidence bag.
Beck took it with shaky hands and read the note that was on it.
You'll never find her, You'll never see her,
You'll never, ever see Cat Valentine's face for as long as you live.
It was typed, so no one could detect the handwriting. Beck handed it back to Cane, who sighed. "Let's pray there are fingerprints, Beck."
Beck's lip trembled again. "I'm praying."
"How long have you and Cat been engaged?" His partner asked, peeking at Beck through the rearview mirror.
Beck bit his lip. "Two days…I proposed to her on Saturday night, but she said no at first…she didn't think we would be getting engaged for the right reasons so I had to wait. But Sunday morning…she said yes." He chuckled through the silent tears. "It was the best day ever." He leaned his head on the window, watching cars and buildings go by. "I miss her so much."
Preview For Chapter 18: Interrogation
"Did it ever accure to you that maybe I really do have feelings for Cat?" Josh said, a bit on the serious side.
Cane looked taken aback…so did Beck on the other side of the mirrored wall.
Josh leaned back in his seat. "The first moment I laid eyes on her, I thought she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life."
"So you really did have a crush on her?" Cane asked, trying to wrap his head around this.
"Yeah." Josh tried not to show his emotions, but it wasn't working well. "She had a boyfriend…so what? I could win her heart."
"You tried to win her heart by harassing her?" Cane scoffed. "You obviously don't know a thing."
"You may say I don't know a thing, but I don't care!" Josh snapped. "I know my feelings for her and they are something I have never felt before!"
Beck was pale. "Oh my god…"
Random Fact about DA: My engagement ring is the most expensive thing I own. My fiancée bought it for me…for over 16,000 dollars. Yup. You guys have anything totally sacred and expensive to you?