My Guardian Angel

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"I never knew what happened to my daddy but I think it's time I found out." Troy/Gabriella.

So here is the first chapter to my new two shot, possibly three shot – My Guardian Angel.

To avoid the possible confusion, it's going to start off as present then flashbacks then to present day.

Summary: "Why did he decide to go live with the stars? Why couldn't he just stay here with me?"

Tilly Bolton has grown up without her father without explanation. Until she confronts her mother that is.

Read the flashbacks of Troyellas love and why that love was just not enough to defeat the battle of fate.

Thank you to the lovely, Rcarros aka Liisa for her undying support and love and to Esmee Denters cover of 'Dance with my Father' for giving me the inspiration to write this story.

Enjoy!


Today's a special day, apparently.

Mamma says today's the day, 7 years ago that my guardian angel started watching me. I think I'm a pretty special kid to have a guardian angel. A lot of my friends don't have guardian angels, well a guardian angel like mine.

But I would do anything to trade my special guardian angel to… get my daddy back.

Mamma said that he's always watching me and that he'll love me for the rest of my life and even longer than that! But it's just not the same, you know?

When I started pre-school, we had to bring our daddy's in for show and tell. It sucked so badly because my daddy left me to go live with the stars in the sky. So everyone in class had their dads with them that day, except for me.

I asked Santa last year if he could please rescue daddy from the stars and bring him home to me. But the Santa at the mall just sat there with a small smile and his eyes went all watery for some reason? I never thought that Santa would be a cry baby! But I looked at Mamma because I didn't want to make Santa cry but she looked exactly like Santa except not fat and white. She started to cry. She always told me how she hated to cry in front of me.

I have a secret though.

A few days after that Christmas, I was really, really sad because Santa didn't bring me the only wish on my list. I thought that maybe I had been a bad girl that year and just maybe Santa had decided to hide Daddy in the attic until I changed my ways.

So that night when mamma fell asleep, I tip-toed into the attic. I looked everywhere but still there was no sign of daddy. The only thing I found was a box.

Because I am so sneaky, I opened the box and found albums, some old clothes that looked like boys clothes and an old basketball. I LOVE BASKETBALL! I had no idea why mamma would want to hide this special basketball away from me…

I lifted up an old Lakers basketball jersey. It smelt like something from my dreams. It was so familiar and it made me angrier with Santa for not bringing my daddy home.

I put the jersey on and I just felt safe. I felt invincible.

Then I picked up one of the photo albums in the box that had, 'Twinkle Towne' in pretty gold writing on the front. I opened the book to see two people. They were both smiling and frozen in the picture. It looked like they were dancing! The girl in the picture kinda reminded me of my mamma but there was a boy in the picture too. The boy in the picture reminded me of the boy that came into my dreams and fought all the bad dreams away. I closed the album and put it aside, picking up another one.

Opening it, I was greeted by a picture that looked definitely like my mamma! Her eyes were watery like they usual are but she looked different. She was smiling while she was crying! I've never seen my mamma do that before. When she cries it's never happy crying, I hate seeing her so upset!

Behind her was the same man from the other picture. He had a big smile and his eyes looked exactly like mine! He had his arms around my mamma but they were both holding mammas tummy. I wonder why?

Turning the page, I saw picture after picture of the man and mamma and sometimes pictures of the man and my Uncle Chad or the man and my Nana and Papa Bolton and my Lola Maria. On the last page of the album, there were only two pictures.

There was one of the man lying in a hospital bed. His eyes didn't look anything like mine anymore and had dark purple circles underneath them. But the smile was still there. Next to the man was definitely my mamma, holding a pair of pale hands looking at the man with a small smile. Mammas tummy had shrunk unlike in all the other pictures, which looked like her tummy was as big as a hot air balloon!

In the last picture, there was the man. His eyes were watering and he had that same gorgeous smile. He was looking down into his arms. Inside his arms was a little baby looking only a few weeks old. And there was my mama, crying. Her hands still holding onto the pale ones but the smile had disappeared.

Ever since that day, I've hid the albums and the jersey under my bed. When I'm feeling sad or hear my mamma crying I hold onto the jersey and look through the albums. My mamma has no idea!

But today, I think I'm old enough to know – I mean I'm almost 8! – whom that man is.

It's time to confront mamma.


So what did you guys think? The next chapter you'll read flashbacks of Troy and Gabriella and what happened to Troy. Shall I continue or should I just hide in a pit of shame, never to return to the world of fanfiction?

REVIEWS PEOPLE! Please and thanks yous! :D

- Liss. xo