Ch. 18
Tori's POV
I stood there looking at Cat-not knowing that she was capable of stopping two men. Not knowing she even knew how to hold a weapon of any kind. I wanted to wrap my arms around her as sheer joy filled my being; as 1000 angels sang "Alleluia" in my head. She had saved my life-a woman, my friend. How is it that possible? That Cat saved me and Beck didn't? When I first saw Andre and Andy in the trailer-I was afraid of the janitor's closest coming to life a second time; as a sequel. Only this sequel would incorporate my best friend. How wrong I was to think, they would rape Cat like they had raped me. She knew how to defend herself-she knew how to protect her being. I wish I had this confidence, this power, this mystical ability that she seemed to possess.
I then realized perhaps I can have this strength as well. Perhaps, Tori Vega, can protect herself with a subtle weapon, concealed upon my being. Maybe all girls, who have ever been in my situation, need to learn how to defend themselves. That would stop those bastards- once and for all.
"Thank you Cat" I say as I return to my senses. I gaze about the room, catching my breath slowly as a marathon runner. I try to look upon these two men and I just can't. "Cat, are they alive or dead?" I ask, frightened of death.
"They are alive-more like fading in and out of death" she says to me, like it's not a big deal to have two almost dead men in Beck's trailer. "I am going to call that nice cop," I say. "Sure Tori that would be best."
I call the nice cop, "Hello, officer can you come to Beck Oliver's trailer. There has been a break in and the two men are down. Cat has shot them down-they were going to sexual assault us." Within minutes the nice cop pulls up, and knocks on the door. He notices the two men are Andre and Andy Harris; he puts hand cuffs on them and turns them over to the medics. The medics take their cadaverous like bodies away to the ambulance. And this was the last time I would ever see the Harris twins.
My body started to become anxious and a medic hands me an inhaler so I can regulate my breathing. "Tori, are you alright?" the nice cop asks. "Yes, I am fine. Can I ask you something officer?" "Sure Tori," he replies. "You have known my name this whole time and I don't know yours."
He pauses as we are about to get in his vehicle. "My name is insignificant to you, Tori. It has been for a very long time." "What do you mean? You have helped me out so many times these last few days. Please?" I beg. "Tori, my name might frighten you away again and I couldn't handle that. But if you insist, my name is Zachary Vega, and I am your father."