AN: Another new HSM story! Woohoo! This story is also completed, with 6 chapters + a prologue and epilogue. This story is very tragic, and sad, and I cried writing it (although the sad part doesn't happen right away). I'm not all that satisfied with the ending, but hopefully I'll have time to tweak it before I post it.

I know this chapter is short... I'm sorry. The next few are longer.

Soo... now read! Review! And criticize!

Title: Time Will Tell
Rating: T
Author: MadiWillow
Summary: Gabriella is raped in senior year and falls pregnant. Without telling her friends about it, she and her mom move to Florida. Six years later, she sees an old friend... and it all goes downhill from there.
Genre: Romance/Tragedy
Chapter: Prologue

"Get in here..."

"What are you doing?... no... no, please, don't!"

"Shut up, bitch! You had this coming."

"No, please, don't... I'll do anything..."

"Would you rather I kill your fucking pretty-boy boyfriend?"

"..."

"Thought so... don't move, this won't take long..."

Gabriella Montez sat straight up in bed, cold sweat coating her body. She was breathing as though she'd just run in a marathon, tears filling her eyes. She'd been having the same dream for a month and a half now... of her raping...

She threw back the covers of her bed and padded down the hall of her house to her mother's bedroom. Opening the door quietly, she tiptoed to her mother's bed. She poked her mom in the shoulder a couple times before she woke up.

"Gabi!" her mother gasped when she saw her. "Are you all-,"

"I had the dream again," she whispered, starting to cry. "I can't take it anymore."

"Oh, baby." Her mother patted the spot next to her in the bed and Gabriella climbed over her to sit there. "It's okay. Everything's going to be fine." Her mother pulled her into a hug, rocking back and forth slowly as Gabriella cried.

"Mom... I think I want to move," she said quietly.

"What?" her mother asked, breaking apart from her daughter to stare at her. "Move? Why?"

"It's just... he goes to my school!" exclaimed Gabriella. "I never saw his face... but I know he does... what if I see him every day and I don't know it? What if I have classes with him?"

"But what about your friends?" her mother inquired. "You haven't told them yet, have you?"

Gabriella laughed bitterly. "That I was raped and am now with child? No, I don't think so."

"Gabi, they can help you," said her mother soothingly.

"How?" asked Gabriella. "How can they help me? They don't know what I'm going through!"

"You need to give them a chance,"

"I want to move!"

"Gabi, running away won't solve your-,"

"It's not running away!" sobbed Gabriella. "I don't want to go to this school anymore. They'll all soon find out I'm pregnant and I won't be able to tell them all I was raped! And if it somehow does get out that I was raped, everyone will still call me a whore and a slut and nothing will ever be the same again!"

Her mother was silent – Gabriella had a point. High school students, especially girls, can be vicious.

"You know," she said slowly. "My company offered me a position in Florida a couple days ago. I told them I'd think about it. Do you want me to accept it?"

"Yes!" cried Gabriella, relieved. She was moving to Florida – perfect. "When would we leave?"

"Saturday,"

It was Thursday – that meant she only had two days left to tell her friends about her.