Hurry Up and Save Me
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS GRAPHIC AND MAY BE DISTURBING!! IF YOU DO NOT HANDLE RAPE OR ABUSE SCENES, DO NOT READ...
YOU HAVE BEEN FULLY WARNED, SO NO RUDE COMMENTS......
AND I KNOW THIS IS A SHORT CHAPTER BUT I WANTED YOU TO GET A FEELING OF WHAT GABRIELLA GOES THROUGH....
Tip: Gabriella is very formal like, since her family is wealthy and lives in a mansion. She seems like a girl from the 1800's stuck in the present, but she loves how she is...
" I love you.." Landon whispers into my ear as we sit beside eachother in lunch.
Sharpay smiles at us, Chad rolls his eyes, Taylor giggles, and Troy looks away..
I force myself to smile and remember that it isn't their fault. They don't know what happens when they aren't around. The pain I suffer...
They just know the lies. The act that I go through everyday, so people will think that we are the happiest coulple in the world... They only see the mask of happiness I wear to protect them from his own anger..
I force the words out of my chagrin filled mouth, and the mask covers my face.
"Love you, too.." I kiss his cheek and wince internally at the touch. So cold...So sickening...
I hear a gag and glance over to my right to see that it was Troy, Landon's younger, better looking brother.. He doesn't even know....not yet anyway....
"So are you coming to my pool party tonight?" Sharpay asks me before I close my locker.
"Umm...Y-yeah.." I stammer. " Is Landon?"
Sharpay smiles and I already know the answer. "Ofcourse! You guys can totally never be apart.."
"Yeah." I whisper and look down at the floor.
"Yo, doofus." I hear Landon's voice and I turn to see him push Troy to the ground, and he lands hard on his knees. Landon laughs and walks away, slapping me on the butt as he passes.
I feel my heart ache for the blue eyed boy on the floor. I don't know how Landon treats him behind closed doors, but if it is anything like the way he treats me, I feel a whole lot of sympathy for him..
"Are you okay?" I ask, and he looks up at me. I smile comfortingly and walk over to him. He is still in a kneeling position, as if he were praying.
"Just dandy." He mutters and rolls his gorgeous eyes. I never really gotten the chance to know Troy. I've never spoke more than a few words to him before...
I giggle lightly and hold out my hand. He looks at it as if it were poisonous and I whisper.
"Don't worry. I don't bite." He smiles for what seems like the first time and my breathing hitches.
He places his hand in mine and pulls himself up. I kneel down to pick up his book.
" Edgar Allen Poe poems?" I arch an eyebrow and grin. He blushes and rubs the back of his neck.
"Uhh..Yeah..Its alright...I guess..If you like depressing and dark things." He shrugs.
"He's my favorite poet." I hold out the book for him to take and he looks at me confused.
"Really? Mine too." He chuckles and I glance at my watch.
"Yeah.. I gotta go.. See you tonight?" I ask.
"Oh..I don't know.. No one invited me to the party." He looks down at the ground.
"But I just did.." I grin and his eyes sparkle in delight. "And besides Landon is going to be there.."
He frowns. "Yeah.." I nod , and its confirmed that by his expression, he isn't too fond of Landon either.
"Bye." I wave to him and smile like an idiot.
"B-bye." He mutters and turns to walk in the opposite direction.
If this got out people would talk. East High's popular princess, Gabriella Montez, and the prince's younger brother who no one cares for.
But it wasn't like I liked him or anything; I was just being friendly. And if he was Landon's brother then he may have the anger issues, too.
Thinking that name made me stop dead in my tracks. If he knew I had helped his brother, spoke to him, things were going to get bad.....No, things were going to get nasty....
"Red or purple?" Sharpay asks, holding the small bikinis up to her frail body, and turning around infront of the full length mirror.
"Umm.. purple, I guess." I whisper.
"Yeah. Definitley purple..Hmm.. You wear the red..it suits your skin tone.." She throws it over to me and I catch it easily.
"No, no, no way!! I am NOT wearing this.." I laugh dryly. Red, ruffles, sequins, NO WAY!
"Why not..." She says it more as a statement..
"Because, its a bikini. I'm quite proud with my one piece, thank you very much. " I say sarcastically.
"Oh lighten up.." She walks over and pulls my shirt up. "Just try it on.." Her voice trails off and I know what she sees. "How did that happen?" She gasps.
She stares at the huge purple bruise along my ribs and then the one covering most of my breast.
For once in my life I was speechless. "I...uh...umm..fell...going down the stairs. Smacked my side pretty hard on the hand rail.." I wince at the awful excuse..
Her pretty face turns into a frown and I know she knows something is up..
"Uh huh....So you did.." She answers curiously..." Well, atleast let me find you a better one piece than that." She gestures to my faded blue bathing suit.
"Fine.." I groan and pull on my shirt.. "Whatever makes you happy, princess." I roll my eyes.
"Excuse me.. You are one to talk..These days you have gone higher on the social ladder than I."
"So I am more popular?" I giggle and wince as the pain from my side accelerates, the bruise thumping.
She nods and disappears into the closet. So much for having fun tonight.
"Gabriella, Hi." A cute brunette waves. I wave back.
"Yo, Gabriella." A tall guy nods. I smile in return.
Being popular I learned one thing. Everyone knows your name, but not the pain behind it. I felt truly sorry for celebrities.
"Ella." I hear the one voice I don't want to nickname he called me all the time, Ella, I absolutely despised it. But I knew I had to obey him. I turn, placing a smile on my face.
"Landon!" I scream like a little school girl with candy, and run over to him.
While wrapping my arms around his neck, he swings me in circles, like the happy couple we aren't.
"Good girl." He whispers in my ear and I know he means that I won't be hurt tonight as long as I act like the good little girlfriend trying to please her boyfriend , while I'm the hurt puppy trying to obey her master.
He leans in and kisses me on the lips. Its repulsive and I must be delirious for kissing back, but what is a girl to do in my situation?
He finally pulls away and walks over to the side of the pool. Everyone looks away and smiles. They don't understand...
I wipe my mouth with the sleeve of my shawl harshly, trying to get the disgusting taste and feeling to leave.
"Do you love him?" A husky voice surprises me and I turn and gasp, grasping my chest.
"Oh, Troy. You frightened me." I smile and shake the feelings away. " Do I what??"
"Do you love him?" He asks again and this time I frown.
"What kind of question is that?" I demand.
"A very serious one." He smirks and looks away. "Please just answer it."
"I will not. What's it to you?" I step closer to him and I can't help but notice that his chest is bare and he is wet from swimming in the pool. His hair disheveled and his eyes...Oh goodness..his eyes are sparkling..
"Its everything..." He answers huskily. "Does he hurt you?"
I can feel myself grow confused and I stare at him like an idiot.
"This conversation has ended." I announce and turn to walk away. He grabs my hand and an electric shock shoots through my arm, but I ignore it and yank my hand free.
I stomp away furiously...but I don't even know why.. How could I be furious for him asking a question that the answer was true? Did he know how Landon was? Would I ever get away from him?? Did he hurt Troy, too?
These were all questions I have no answer to.
"What was that?" Taylor asks, staring at an embarassed Troy.
"Nothing. It was absolutely nothing." I answer automatically. "Just some silly little mishap."
Taylor shakes her head. "Okay. Whatever you say."
I walk over to a lawn chair and sit down. I sigh and unwillingly remove my shawl.
Atleast I was in a one piece. It is pink, sparkly, and unlike me.
"Gabriella, hop in!" Sharpay exclaims as she swims over to the side of the pool. "Let your inner freak out, and just have fun.."
I giggle at the little girl Sharpay could be sometimes, and decided I should have some fun..
I run towards the pool and jump. I wrap my arms around my knees and hold my breath.
The coolness of the water surrounds me and I feel peaceful, but what happens when I come up?
Once my oxygen level was so low I rise to the top for air and gasp. I hear Sharpay giggling and I giggle myself.
I was having fun for one split second until I hear him whisper into my ear.
"Time to go." He sounds angry over something and I feel my insides turn to mush. The words flow through his gritted teeth. "And I mean now." He roars into my ear and I jump even though its only a harsh whisper.
"Ofcourse, no other time would be better." I smile and kiss his cheek, which was truly and utterly revolting.
I climb up the ladder and he is right behind me. He finally notices that I am in a new bathing suit, a prettier much sexier bathing suit than I had ever wore before.
"You look delicious, Ella." He murmers, and I know tonight will be bad, very bad.
"Thanks." I sigh, and I don't mean it. Not one bit....
We are in his truck and the silence is peaceful, but I have to ask him.
"Landon, may I ask you one question and you promise not to get upset?" I ask politely enough that he smiles softly.
"Sure whatever." His smile his soft, yet his voice is hard and cold. I nod and think of how to word it.
" You do not have to answer if you do not like, but are you....'going to teach me a lesson' tonight?" I use his phrase for my suffering. He glares at me and keeps his calm.
"You know," He acts as if he is pondering on it and I feel a slight relief that he may not, but then his face turns into anger. "For asking that, I just might."
I feel my heart sink and I nod without speaking. I silently pray to God in my head that I'll make it through another night....
We pull into his drive and he jumps out of the truck and pulls my door open.
He grips me by the hair and I shriek in agony. I clutch at his wrist but it is no use.
He drags me up the front steps and throws me against the side of his house, while he opens the door. The pain rockets through my system and I know it will only get worse.
I keep my tears back, for it will only pleasure him more if I cry. He presses me against the wall and I try to push him away.
"Fucking bitch..." He whisperes hotly into my ear and I struggle to keep him off of me. " Never disrespect me.." I feel one hot hand slam against my face and one single tear escapes.
"I don't mean to." I hiss and this only makes him angrier. He rips my shawl off and I know what's coming. "Please not this..Not tonight..." I plead. I thought tonight would be physical abuse, not sexual...
"Just SHUT UP!!!" He screams and I wish his parents were home instead of always at work.
He presses his palm flat against my throat and I try my best to breathe. He pulls down the bathing suit and laughs.
"You looked so delicious in that bathing suit, too." He repeats his words from earlier.
I manage out of his grasp and run for it, but he pushes me down onto my stomach, on the floor. And I feel him press up against me and that's when my pain began..