Confessions of My Broken Heart

Summary: Everyone at East High knows everything about Gabriella Montez…except the real reasons she moved to Albuquerque. When Troy finds out, can he and her friends help her through the pain she has endured? Troyella, Chaylor, and others. Kind of AU!

This story is dedicated to Jamie Dinnan, who lost his identical twin in a car accident last Wednesday. We love you and pray for you every day, Jamie! In loving memory of Jacob Todd Dinnan (June 11th, 1990- March 28th, 2007)…

Chapter One: Start of Something New

My name is Gabriella Alessiah Montez, and you may know me from Twinkle Towne, the school musical that gained me the most wonderful boyfriend in the world, Troy Bolton. I hadn't had a boyfriend before I met Troy. He knows everything about me…how I'm nervous to sing in front of others, how my father left us ten years ago without even a goodbye…but there are two things he doesn't know, and I don't think I'm strong enough to tell him why I moved to Albuquerque a year ago, at the tender age of 16.

If you promise to keep this a secret, I'll tell you about Isabella Grace Montez, my identical twin sister…the only one who really knew me until Troy came along. Isabella was a great twin…we did everything together. We even took baths together until we turned seven! I called her Izzy, and she called me Gabbi. She had the most beautiful heart of anyone I know. When we went to youth group camp for our church, she always thought of others before she thought of herself and prayed each night that every one of our family members and friends would be led to Christ- that was her life goal. She wanted everyone to go to heaven. I know that she is my guardian angel- even though she now resides in God's Kingdom. I should tell you how she graduated to the highest level before she even graduated from high school. One Wednesday night, Isabella was out at the mall with her boyfriend, Seth. On their way home, it started to rain so hard that Seth couldn't see the road. They were hit head on by a drunk driver, flipped four times into a ditch and went airborne into a tree. They both died instantly. There I was, alone without my identical twin…the one I had been as you may say, joined at the hip to since we were conceived. She was here one minute, and the next- gone. Never to be seen again. I miss her so much, and it hurts too much to tell anyone about it. The death of my twin, along with what I'm about to tell you, brought us here to Albuquerque.

I was glad to leave San Diego. It finally got me away from my abusive 23-year-old neighbor Daniel. He raped me brutally every night, just to pleasure himself. He tied me to the bedposts, threatening to kill me if I made any noise. He wouldn't care that I was in pain…he just kept doing it. He even caused me to miscarry my child…the one I was willing to keep, just because it isn't right to murder any baby through abortion- not even when its father raped you and didn't know that he got you pregnant. I was planning to tell him, but then he raped me again. The next morning, I felt an excruciating pain in my abdomen, and I knew that I had lost the baby. I never told him, and he kept on with what he called "our rituals". I vividly remember the night I told him we were moving. I refused to tell him where I was going so he wouldn't be able to find me. It's still fresh in my mind…

FLASHBACK

It was late one night, our last night in San Diego. I had already gone down to Isabella's grave to say goodbye to her and to leave flowers one last time. It was the hardest thing I'd ever had to do, and I staggered home in tears, not sure about the mixed feelings swirling around in my heart. I wanted to leave to get out of the hell that I was living in, but I didn't want to leave Isabella.

As I turned the latch on the door to our back gate to go inside, I felt a hand cover my mouth and drag me to the alleyway two blocks from my home. I tried to scream, but I was so scared that I was only able to elicit a small whimper. I knew it was him. He was angry because just two hours before, I had told him we were leaving and refused to say where.

I felt his hand come in contact with my cheek. "Little slut, thought you could get out of this, did you?" Daniel hissed as he continued to hit me. Tears flowed in rivulets down my cheeks, and I knew what was coming. "Well, guess what stupid, I'm gonna get what I want."

I shut my eyes tightly as his fingers ripped my shirt off, followed by my bra. His grubby hands gripped my breasts as though they were stress balls. His tongue slid grimily over my nipples, and I tried to stay calm. With one hand still touching me, his other slid down and ripped off the rest of my clothes. His fingers ran across my backside, and he pushed me to the hard, cold ground. "One word, slut, and you'll go meet your stupid sister," he said huskily as he towered over me. He stood on his knees, unbuttoning his pants as he did so. With one hand over my mouth, he rammed his fingers into me. After causing me to get wet, he took his large erection and slammed into me, harder than ever. I started to cry out in pain, but the grip he had on my mouth caused me to lose my breath. I caught it slowly, waiting for him to pull out of me. It'll be over soon, I had told myself. But that night, he didn't stop for two hours. When he had gotten his pleasure, he zipped his pants, made me stand up, hit me again and threw me against the wall. My bleeding body was sore from the forced sex and from the impact of the bricks, but I tried not to let it show. My tears mingled with my blood, the salty water seeping into my open wounds. The pain was unbearable, and he threw my clothes into my face. "Not a single word to anyone," he growled before going into a bar across the street.

I slowly walked home again, glad that my mother was in bed and wouldn't even know if I took a shower. I looked in the bathroom mirror at my bruised and abused body as I stripped myself and stepped into the hot water, letting my fears and pain flow down the drain with the blood. I cried myself to sleep that night, waiting for the moment I would be gone from this horrible place…waiting for tomorrow. It would be the start of something new…hopefully something better than this.

END FLASHBACK

Now here I am a year later, with my first real boyfriend, plenty of friends…even Sharpay was one of my closest friends. But I couldn't tell any of them my two secrets…I wasn't ready, but I knew that when I was, they would be willing to listen.

Sorry for the short chapter, but I have to go to bed now. I'll try to update tomorrow. This story, BTW, takes over for the one I started last night, Forever You and I. I'm really not sure where to go with that one, so I wrote this one instead. Sorry for those of you who read that one and I hope this one can replace it. Also, that might be edited and reposted as the sequel to this one if you like. Eventually, Jacob and Janelle will come in if you want the sequel. Here's the summary from FYAI:

Forever You and I

Okay, I'm extremely sorry guys, but I had to start this story today. Let me explain why and maybe you'll understand…but I'm warning you that my reason is really sad. On Wednesday night, two students from my high school were in a really bad car accident and both of them died. One of them, Jacob, was in my grade (junior) and has been in a lot of my classes over the past two years so I knew him pretty well. The girl was a sophomore, but she was in my third/fourth grade mix class, so I kinda knew her, too. I've spent the whole rest of the week crying and sitting at the funeral home, and their funerals are tomorrow, so I probably won't update until tomorrow night.

This story is dedicated to Jamie Dinnan, who recently lost his best friend and identical twin brother. I'm praying for you, Jamie, and I'm here for you if you need anything!

In loving memory of Jacob Todd Dinnan (June 11th, 1990- March 28th, 2007) and Janelle Nichole Neering (December 31st, 1990- March 28th, 2007)… With all of our love, Swartz Creek High School

Summary: Troy and Gabriella had long awaited the birth of their twins, and on March 28th, 2012, their waiting was finally over. Sixteen years later, Jacob Todd and Janelle Nichole Bolton are attending East High. What happens in the lives of the Bolton twins?

Thanks, Sharayah