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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 Nineteen

We Found Her

Cat was still leaning against the door in the underground hell she was trapped in, still unable to see an inch of light or a way to escape. She was terrified that she'd never get rescued…or that Josh would come back. She'd rather die than let Josh put his hands on her. Sure, Beck would be absolutely devastated, probably like he is now, but she couldn't let Josh think of her as some sort of toy. She wasn't something for someone to play with. She was a girl. A living, breathing young woman, who wanted to go home and be in the arms of her fiancée.

Where was Josh anyways? Sure, he had to go to school, but it had been so long…maybe the police caught him. That's fantastic and all, but Cat was still trapped to die in this cellar. She knew Josh would never confess of where she would be, since he's such a selfish jackass. OR Beck could've killed Josh…Cat could see Beck doing that, without thinking things through. If Josh was dead, how the hell would Beck find her? If Beck did kill him…he was probably cursing himself out right now.

She whimpered. "Help." Her voice croaked. She had been screaming bloody murder ever since she reached the door and she hadn't even heard a sound.

It still hadn't sunk in that this was really happening.

"Beck…" Her voice cracked from lack of liquids and food, not to mention sleep. "Please…you said we have a bond. I know we do. So where are you?"

Her head was dizzy and she felt absolutely nauseous, but there was no point in trying to vomit, since she had nothing left in her stomach. She wished she knew how long she really had been down there. It was so cold. She had no jacket or blanket for warmth, she was barefoot, and she was so sleepy. She was afraid that if she went to sleep, she'd never wake up. "Would that be a bad thing?" She whispered to herself, holding her arms around her as much as she could possible. She rubbed her arms harshly, trying to get a little warm, but nothing was working. She was starting to see her breath.

"I'm going to die here."

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Beck laid on Cat's bed, taking in the scent of her pillows and perfume. Everything smelt like her. He had Mr. Longneck in his arms, holding him quite tight. Cat's picture of the two of them as a couple for their one year anniversary was on her nightstand next to her bed and he continued just to stare at it. In the picture, they were going through a sunflower meadow because he knew she'd love having a picnic there on a beautiful spring day. Cat was in an adorable white sundress with her red hair up in a slick back ponytail, held tightly by a ribbon. She didn't have a pinch of makeup on her face, which made her look like she was glowing.

"Why won't he let you go, darling?" Beck whispered to the picture.

The only answer he received was to continue staring at the photo, since he was holding up his camera phone backwards as Cat wrapped her tiny arms around his stomach and he held his free arm close to him. She smiled sweetly up at the camera, leaning her head on his chest, while he just smiled with completely joy and happiness. The sunflowers were easily seen next to them as it was a marvelous picture that people could only dream of having with their loved one.

Beck smiled, but then frowned after that.

"Where are you, kitten?" He whispered, tears leaving his eyes once more. "Send me a sign."

How could she though?

Josh had told them she's in a dark place with no food, no water, no warmth, and she's tied up to a chair in the middle of the horrid room. Beck collapsed and cried when he heard that. The precious girl he'd fallen in love with and would do absolutely anything for was taken right out of his grasp, snatched off the street with her innocence shining through, and now there was no way they could find each other.

He was starting to lose hope.

Would he ever find her?

"God…" Beck began praying. "I haven't done this in a while. The last time I had a serious conversation with you was when my father was having open heart surgery in the 11th grade. Well, God…I need your help. I've been dating this perfect angel since my senior year of high school, as you probably are aware of. You know that I adore her and love her more than anything else in this world. I'm not a bad person, God. Cat certainly isn't, since she doesn't have a mean bone in her whole beautiful body that you blessed her with. God, I come to you in complete desperation. Help me find my girl. I promise I'll cherish her more and more than I ever have before. I won't let anything touch her again. I'll keep her close. We're engaged to be married, so obviously we'll be so close that she'll never get hurt again. Please, please, please…please, God…" Beck broke into sobs. "Help her."

And as if God had heard him and felt sorry for the young man, something was about to happen.

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"Dave, just get some more firewood already!" An elderly yet irritated voice yelled from a cabin in the deep snowy mountains that were miles and miles away from LA.

An older, but not completely out of date, tall man came out of the warmth of his cabin, shivering. "Evil witch." He muttered under his breath. He pulled his jacket closer to him as he put some cut up wood next to cellar. He did, right next to the door. There underground basement there was an odd one than the usual kind. Theirs was almost like another normal door, only a bit heavier. He saw some of the wood stacked in front of the door, which isn't supposed to be like that since if there's a blizzard or something of the sort, he and his "lovely" wife would go in there for shelter. He sighed and began pulling them away from the door. He remembered his grandson was over the other day and said he wanted to store something in the basement for a while, so they let him.

"Ooh, that boy." The man growled. "What did he put in there that he had to lock it with wood?" He muttered, his breath showing. He eventually was able to get the door open with his keys and struggled through the snow to open it. When he saw a tiny body laying on the floor before him, limp and not looking like she was breathing, he panicked. "ELMA! ELMA! CALL THE SHERIFF!"

"WHY?" The woman yelled back.

"I FOUND THAT GIRL JOSHY KIDNAPPED!" The man yelled back, thanking God when the red head stirred.

"BRING HER INSIDE!"

The man rolled his eyes. "Obviously." He grumbled as he turned the young woman over and then carried her in his arms with ease. "Tiny girl you are." He said as he didn't bother to shut the cellar door. "You've had many people worried sick about you." He whispered, wondering if Cat heard him. His wife, Elma, opened the door for him, on the cordless phone. Her husband rushed to put Cat in their bed, laying her on top so his wife could change her clothes. "Let me talk to him." He told his wife. "Get her into warmer clothes."

"Okay." And she scurried into their bedroom. "Hurry, Ralph."

"Sherriff." Ralph said in a rough voice into the phone. "How do you do? Look, Sher, that young girl our grandson kidnapped back in the city…she's here. He had brought her here. She was in our cellar. She's alive, but barely. We're getting her warmed up now. Okay, see you soon." He hung up the phone and put it back on the charger. He went into the room where his wife finished putting the adorable young lady into the warm material pajama set and tucked her under the warm covers, and he saw the girl finally having some color to her face. "What was the name of the girl Joshy kidnapped?"

Elma looked back at him with teary eyes. "Cat."

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Ring…ring…

"Hello?"

"Beck, this is Detective Cane. We're coming to pick you up right now before we head up to the mountains. We found her."

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"Well you're a hungry one, aren't you?" Elma said as she was brushing Cat's hair out and Cat was eating a nice, warm breakfast that the elderly woman prepared for her. "You're so tiny, young one. Eat up."

Cat giggled, feeling absolutely better. "Kay-Kay."

"Ooh, you're just so adorable." Elma cooed and then looked to her husband, who was keeping an eye out for the sheriff, who already came and left to meet up with the LA Police down at the station and lead them to their house. "Can't we keep her forever?" Elma asked as Cat laughed.

Ralph scoffed. "Remember our 5 kids? Never happening again. I waited so many years for the day our youngest would turn 18 and leave the house forever." He grinned to Cat. "It's been quiet ever since…except for when the misses has her awful mood swings."

"Ralph!" Elma scolded, braiding Cat's hair carefully. "He's such a pain." She told Cat, who continued to laugh, finishing off her plate. "Would you like more, sweetie?"

Cat carefully shook her head as Elma was finishing off her hair by putting a band in it to keep the braid in place. "No, thank you. You've already done so much!"

"It's the least we can do, darling." Elma sighed with a bit of depression. "Again, I'm so sorry for what our Joshy did. He's always had problems."

Cat shivered at the name, but held it in. "It's not your fault. Should I change back into my clothes before they come?"

"No, no, keep those warm clothes on you. Keep them." Elma told her. "Along with those socks and slippers. Keep those little toes nice and cozy."

Cat giggled again.

"They're here." Ralph said, opening the door. "Ah, and look who's here."

Cat raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Your fiancée, who's been on the news as well." Ralph told her. "What was his name? Uh, Jack? Rick?"

"BECK!" Cat screamed, jumping out of the chair and rushing out the door.

Ralph snapped his fingers. "That's the name!"

Elma rolled her eyes and ran after Cat, with her husband right behind her. "Don't slip, sweetie!"

Cat didn't care.

Beck held his arms open as Cat jumped into them, both of them feeling like it was a movie moment. Cat was in tears as Beck was still in disbelief that his one and only was back in his arms. "Oh, my girl!" He cried out, holding her tight. "You're okay! You're alive! Oh, my girl! My sweet, sweet angel!" He twirled her around, making her squeal. "I love you so much, Cat! Oh my god, I was so worried! You are NEVER leaving my sight again!"

Cat was sobbing into his shoulder. "Beck, please don't ever let me go! I missed you so much!"

Beck put her down, but kept her close. He rubbed her back and kissed her head. "I missed you too, my love." He whispered close to her ear. "I'm never letting you go again."

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"But you knew I was alive, right?" Cat asked with hope. "You never would've given up on me, right?"

"Never in a million years, Kitten." Beck leaned down kissing top of her nose. "I'd die without you in my life. I still don't understand how I did could breathe for 17 years before we became a couple, which was the best day of my life. Now that I have you though, there was no way I'd ever be able to go on with you not in my arms. I couldn't fathom the idea."

Suddenly Cat burst into tiny sobs and leaned again his toned chest and tightening her hold around his body. Beck's heart broke for her, so his hands left her face to wrap around her little body that he was still shocked people had the nerve to touch and hurt. He couldn't let this petite angel get abused like that ever again. It's sick that there are perverts out there that would literally harm the 5'2'', 90 pounds girl.

"No one is going to hurt you ever again." Beck whispered into her ear.

"Promise?" Her voice asked, being muffled by his chest.

"I promise." And he smiled. "And we don't break promises, do we?"

"Nope!" Cat squealed, looking up at him.

Random Fact About DA: I'm terrified of strawberries…not the flavor, but the fruit by itself. My aunt and uncle once told me that if they're not cleaned just write, there could be parasites in them…not happen to me. Hell no.