Struggles She Faced, Chances He Took Chapter 37: He Paces Back And Forth, a victorious fanfic

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Struggles She Faced, Chances He Took

Digidestend Angel and Izzy

I do NOT own Victorious

Chapter Thirty-Seven

He Paces Back and Forth

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(Beck's POV)

I rush back into my RV from the house with an ice pack, heating pad, and a bottle of water; everything the ER doctor told me to do for Cat once we came home and she was having pain. And she was. Dearly. The punch Dean gave to her spinal cord damaged her, so it's bruised deeply. The doctor recommended a heating pad for that. An ice pack on her head for the swelling to go down. And a bottle of water for when Cat has to take her painkillers in a few hours.

She's staying here with me until Frankie gets home from his trip. I told him not to rush back since I have her. Cat agreed. So did Frankie, redundantly, and after threatening to cut my balls off if I tried anything funny with his baby sister.

I open the door and walk in quietly, just in case Cat was asleep. She wasn't. She was finishing getting dressed into the clothes I gave her to sleep in for now until I go to her house later and grab her some other stuff to wear. She gives me a soft smile and a small wave. I show her the stuff and she sighs, sitting down on the bed. I kiss her head as I hand her the water bottle and icepack. I plug in the heating pad next to my bed and set it in the middle of my bed, motioning for her to lay down. She does, wincing at the sudden contact with something on her sore bruise. I put the covers over her fragile body and she puts the icepack on her head where she needs it. I put the water bottle up after giving her a kiss on the lips.

She's taking everything rather…well. She hasn't flinched or shut herself down, besides that whole incident in the garage. What was so wrong with me calling her "Kitty-Cat"? I call her that some times.

I wonder if it had to do with Dean.

Possibly…I don't know. All I do know is I'm pissed that jerk-off is out of jail because his parents posted his bail. Cat's pressing charges though. Good girl. She said she doesn't want this to happen to another girl ever again, and I agree. So does her brother and the police.

I try to move away so she can sleep, but Cat pulls me down again. "What's wrong?"

"Do you still love me?"

Believe it or not, it doesn't surprise me when she asks me this ridiculous question. The psychologist who saw Cat at the ER told me that she could be in for a whirlwind of emotions to come out. Mostly self-consciousness and self-doubt. She'll feel unbeautiful and dirty. I don't want her to feel that way, but most rape victims question a lot of things like that.

No, she wasn't raped, but it was close enough.

Too close.

I take one of her hands and give them a kiss. "More than anything in this whole world, Cat."

"Even if D-E-A-N…touched me?"

I don't know what she means by that, nor do I want to. She'll tell me when she's ready, I know that much.

"Yes. Whatever that bastard did to you, it doesn't matter. I still love you and always will. Nothing could ever change that." I give her a smile. "But let me say this, Cat Valentine, I'm so proud of you." She gives me a questioning look. "You defended yourself with the fighting techniques I showed you. You were scared out of your wits, but you still did what you had to do to save yourself. The way you reached with all your might for that horn in the car was so superhero status." She silently giggles. "You made me so proud today."

She reaches for me and brings me down for a kiss, but I only let her have a peck on the lips, which makes her irritated.

"Sorry, girl, but you need to sleep." I grin at her as she pouts. I sit back up. "I'll wake you up in a few hours so you can take your meds the doctor gave you."

She nods. "Can I have T-J first?"

I almost roll my eyes as I walk over and reach for that dumb rat-dog that was sleeping lazily on my couch. I walk back and put him next to her, and he immediately curls up at her side. Cat cuddles up with him and falls asleep. The little thing may only be 2 pounds, but he'll protect her in her dreams.

It's around 7 in the morning. We just left the hospital about an hour ago and we stopped at the house to get TJ, because God-forbid if that dog is alone for more than a day, and came to my place. Yes, we were in the ER all night so Cat could get checked out, but it was so busy there, it took us a while to get in. And then police had to come and take Cat's statements and my statements of what I saw and witnessed. And then a psychologist had to come and talk to Cat in private –the psychologist knew sign-language- and then Cat was given the permission to go.

It's been one long night.

We found out before we left that Dean's parents posted for his bail and he was already free, but with limits. Cat wasn't reacting well to that, hence when she said she wanted to stay with me at the RV. Cool with me. I didn't want to let her out of my sight anyways.

Knock, knock, knock!

I wince before turning around to the door. I see Cat still sound asleep, same with her puppy. Dang. Those pills can knock her out, can't they?

I walk over to the door and open it slowly, so I won't make too much noise. I see Andre on the other side. "Did you hear what happened?" He yells.

I shush him, glancing back up and seeing Cat still asleep and TJ stirred next to her. And walk down the steps and close the door behind me. Andre gives me a confused look. "Cat's asleep in there."

He gasps. "Cat's here? Thank GOD! I went to her house and no one answered! I was in panic!"

"I can tell." I am so tired and I really would just love it if Andre left now. "Why did you need to see Cat?"

"I'm assuming you know what went down last night at her house?" I nod, wondering how HE found out about that. "Well, it's all over the news!"

My eyes widen. "WHAT?" I flinch again, hoping Cat didn't wake up. "What?" I say, a little lower. "How did the media find out?"

"Cat's the famous "Mute Songwriter" and the younger sister of one of the most well-known music producers in the world AND she's the sole survivor of the cold-case murder of her parents 10 years ago!" Andre explains, and I swear all in one breath. "That's how!"

I shake my head in disbelief and pace a little. "This cannot be happening. Aw, man, Cat's going to freak!"

"I know." Andre looks saddened. "What are you going to do?"

"Hell if I know." I groaned. "I'll think of something. I just want her to heal properly before I stress her with the news."

Andre nods. "Okay, cool. I just wanted to make sure she was alright."

I smile. "Thanks, André. It's awesome to know others look out for Cat too."

"Never doubt the power of the over-protective brother, bro." Andre jokes…kind of.

Soon he leaves and I go back inside, Cat's still asleep. I go to the couch and rest there, setting an alarm on my phone for about an hour to give Cat her pills.

Everyone knows about what happened to Cat?

Well…she's not going to take this well.

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