Life With the Boltons 2
"The Second Beginning"
I'm so happy to be writitng this story again. I missed writing how they pick on ...I missed writing how they are so sarcastic, too.
I have to warn you that this story may get sad...:( Not this chappy, not the next but it will get pretty sad and depressing..
Plzz review a lot..Thnx...Mariah
P.S. On Izzy's illness, which comes later in this story, I changed it from breast cancer to lukimia...:( I hate doing that to Izzy because I made her to be really nice and caring, but
Gabriella's POV
"Momma.." A small and quiet voice cooed. I opened my eyes slowly, letting the morning light seep into my pupils.
"Jakie?" I croaked. "What's wrong?" I sat up slowly, to see Jacob looking up at me with a face I know well. The guilty face.
"Oh, no. What did you do now?" I groaned and grasped my forehead, suddenly I had a bad headache.
"Me sorry.." Jacob began to cry. "I pottied in my bed."
My mouth dropped open. "Oh, Jakie. You didn't.." I moaned. Being a mother at eighteen was hard, but being a mother at eighteen to a three year old was a lot harder. "I thought you promised that if you didn't have to wear a diaper that you wouldn't potty in your pants or bed."
He nodded, his green eyes sad. "I couldw'nt help it." I sighed and threw him onto my hip.
I walked downstairs and into the kitchen as usual. Jack and Isabella were sitting at the table eating.
"Where's Troy?" I asked, placing Jacob into his high chair.
"Still in bed, I guess." Isabella shrugged.
"Oh." I sighed and looked over my shoulder. "Well, Jacob just had an accident in bed, so will you please watch him while I go clean it up." I turned back around and gave Jacob my upset glare.
"Of course, dear." Isabella smiled her beautiful smile.
"And you won't mind if I borrow a coffee cup for a second?" I smirked, crossing my arms infront of me.
"No, but for what?"
"Oh, you'll see." I smiled, and grabbed one from the cabinet. I filled it up with freezing cold water, and ran upstairs.
I silently opened Troy's bedroom door. I tip-toed over to his bedside. His mouth was gaping open and he let out a loud snore. I contained my giggles. He looked so handsome and cute, but I couldn't let that get the best of me.
He knew I loved him, but he also knew that wouldn't stop me from disliking him, too.
He wanted sarcastic and a bitch; he was going to get just that. I dumped the cold water right onto his face.
"Yo! Shitface! Wake up!!" I yelled and started giggling when he sat up drenched.
"What the---Mom!! Tell Gabriella to get the fuck out of my room!!" He yelled.
"Someoene needs their mommy to defend them?" I asked in a baby voice.
"Stupid bitch.." He muttered lightly, and walking to the bathroom. He was about to shut the door when I stopped it from closing.
"Mind if I join, jackass??" I asked seductivly.
"Mind if you--Are you serious??"Troy chuckled. "I'm pissed at you right now..and yes I do ..I told you we are not having sex until you are absolutly ready.."
"But I am ready.. My mom told--"
"Gabriella!!" He yelled right in my face, making me flinch back. "Your mom didn't tell you anything! It was a dream! So stop it! Okay!!?? I love you, but----I----" He didn't know how to finish. I didn't say anything.
I rolled my eyes, trying to be tough, and walked away. I went and cleaned Jake's bed covers. I heard the shower start and I sat onto my bed.
Maybe being this way wasn't worth it. Ever since I had Jacob I've always been the tough girl. I had to be the tough girl.
After being raped I had to take up for myself..What else could I do?
I remembered the day I told Izzy I was sorry for barging in on her and Troy's life and I was sorry that she had a sick son of a bitch for a son. I did mean it. At least the part about barging into their not about Troy being alive.
If she never had had Troy I would have never fallen in love. Maybe it was time to stop the nonsense and act like...well, I didn't know. Like a real couple.
I thought we were getting along really well until I started being an idiot again.
I sighed and pulled my waves into a bun. I didn't even bother to put any make-up on. I walked downstairs, again, and sat down in my usual seat.
"Gabriella, you look pale. Are you alright?" Isabella asked and Jack looked up from his daily newspaper to see.
I nodded without speaking. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't my voice work?
"Are you sure?"
I nodded again. Izzy frowned and looked at the doorway when Troy walked in. He looked dazzling. His hair was soaking wet and his skin was tan and shiny. His blue eyes pierced mine for a second and then he sat down next to me.
It was silent and I just stared at my plate of pancakes.
"Gabriella, honey, you are really starting to scare me. Are you absolutly positve that you are okay?"
I looked up at her and clenched my teeth. Why did she have to be so nice? So mother like? I nodded and fought back the tears.
I hardly ever cry anymore. The last time I cried was the day I had the "image" of my mom in the valley. The day I knew Troy was meant to be mine.
I stood up and ran upstairs and onto my balcony. I plopped onto my knees and still the tears didn't fall.
"Brie.."He whispered. "You alright?"
I shook my head. "Why didn't you just let me leave when I turned eighteen?" I sobbed without tears.
"Is that what you want? To leave?" He took a step toward me and dropped onto his knees.
"No, but its what's best for I do is put you through hell and make your life miserable. I'm always such a huge bitch to you and I don't mean to be."
"Yeah, but you're my bitch. Don't you remember when you first moved here and I was the bastard?"
I giggled and shook my head. "Ah, good times.."
He chuckled and took me into his arms. "Don't you ever think about leaving me."
"Troy, its not just that. Its...well..I'm having nightmares about when....when I was raped..I still can't get over it..I don't think I ever will." Tears began to form in my eyes and I held them in.
He rubbed my back softly."I don't excpect you to get over something like that. You were fifteen and then a few years later it almost happens again..I don't know what you feel or how bad it is, but I know its not something you can just overlook and forget."
I nodded and looked down at the floor.
"So, get dressed and I'll drive you to school." He winked down at me. I let a smirk form on my perfect lips.
"I truly don't have to force you today, huh? You're actually going to take me on your own term?"
"Own term? Please Gabriella, grow up.."He scoffed and kissed me on the forehead. I sighed and stood up.
He disappeared inside and I stood there staring at the door.
"I thought you said it was easy.."I whispered, looking up at the sky. "How am I suppose to make this work?We are so different."
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"So, where's Romeo?" Taylor rolled her eyes, as I took my books out of my locker for the morning.
I sighed and glanced around."I don't know. Probably with your Romeo." I smirked and closed the locker.
"Please," She laughed. "Chad is no where near Romeo." I snickered and linked arms with her.
"So, where is the Ice Queen today?" I asked, looking over cautiously at Taylor.
"Ooohh..Don't even get me trying to break you and Troy up, she's been hitting on Chad."
I pushed away the memory of her straddling Troy. I know it was all her, but it still hurt me badly to think about him kissing her..
"You're finally admitting that you and Chad are official?" I changed the subject.
"I guess so. I mean, its kind of embarassing. He's not really what you call book smart." Taylor tapped on her head and smiled. I laughed uncontrolably.
"You don't say." I said sarcastically. "Taylor, the guy thinks that photosynthesis is a stage in processing photos. Now c'mon.."
I pulled her into homeroom and saw him sitting there with Chad. He wore a white t-shirt that clung to his every muscle. His abs flexed as he talked to his best friend and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
He was absolutly gorgeous...
He turned and our eyes met for a moment. I looked at the floor, blushing of course. I sat down beside him and turned around to smile at Chad.
"So, what's new?" His smile faded and he turned to kiss Taylor on the cheek. My own smile faded and I turned and looked down at the desk.
"Don't pay any attention to him." Troy whispered heatedly into my ear.
"But he still doesn't like me." I felt tears flood my vision.
Troy told me about the conversation he had with Chad. Chad had told him that I had changed him. Chad wanted him to still be the player and not fall in love with just one girl.
I guess Troy told him otherwise.
Troy didn't answer. He just looked down at my shaking hands, and took them in his.
"I still like you." He gave me his seductive smile.
"Thanks."I laughed sarcastically."That makes me feel so much better." I added jokingly.
His eyes turned...I don't know how to describe it...loving..longing...whatever.
"I love you." He whispered, and leaned in toward me. My breath hitched in my throat and I froze.
"Troy Bolton, I do hope you are not getting too close to Miss. Montez." cleared her throat before his lips touched mine.
He pulled back and grinned.
"I was just checking to see if she was still breathing." He answered casually. I was amazed at how he was just so.....calm, while I was sitting there trying to get my heart to restart.
"Hmm.." chuckled and looked back down at her paperwork.
"Maybe you should check about my heart." I breathed lightly."I think it stopped beating.."
"Our heart." He corrected, looking at me intently. "Remember?Our heart.." He placed his hand over my heart and I placed mine on his.
Our hearts beat at the same rate and time. Who knew this was possible?
I knew and he knew. We never told anyone else.
"I love you." I whispered quietly. "Now, why can't you be like this all the time?" I pulled my hands away and folded my arms across my chest, raising my eyebrow.
He groaned. "Don't start, Gabs." He turned to look straight ahead and talk to Zeke.
"So, the silent treatment?" I said exasperated. He didn't answer me; he just kept on talking."Fine, be that way to your girlfriend..If that's even what I am anymore.." Still no answer from him.
"UUGGHH!!" I threw my hands in the air dramatically.
"Hey Gabby." A familiar voice sung. Sharpay sat down in front of me and turned to face me."Trouble in paradise?"
My mouth dropped open. "WHY does everyone keep saying that??!!" I shrieked.
"Because its true.." Sharpay said in her 'duh' tone.
I shook my head. "No, its not. I like being a bitch and he likes being a self-loving bastard."
"Easy.." He laughed, turning to face me. "I admit I'm a bastard, but you don't have to add self-loving to it. Its sounds so gay."
"Humph." I grumbled, and looked down.
"What do you want, Sharpay?" He asked, his voice turned cruel and serious.
"Me?" Her voice was sweet and inoccent."Why, nothing. Now Troy, of all the time we've known eachother have I ever asked you for anything?" She seemed shocked and upset. She batted her eyes innocently.
"Accept for sex...not really.." He said blankly. I furrowed my eyebrows and sat still.
"Well, I always did get what I want." She said seductivley. I scoffed. "Gabriella, I was wondering if you would like to come over tonight for a sleepover. I miss you, a lot and I know I've not always been the bestfriend you deserve, but we did have fun.."
She shrugged and smiled beautifully at me.
"I don't think so." My voice was soft and babyish. Out of all things about me, I hated my voice the most. Everyone thought it was so cute and sweet, but I thought it made me babyish. (PSI ABSOLUTLY LOVE NESSA"S VOICE I THINK ITS SO CUTE ESPECIALLY HER GIGGLELOL)
"Please, Gabby. Just one time..."She pleaded, giving me puppy dog eyes.
"Shar, the last time I had a sleepover with you was when I found you almost ripping Troy's tongue out."
"Yes, but it'll be at my house not Troy's." She rolled her eyes.
"So?" I asked.
"So, no Troy Boy to rip tongues out."
"I don't know. Ask me next year." I stood up as the bell rang.
"Oohh.."Troy teased as we walked out into the hallway. "Someone has a little spunk."
"Too bad you've never seen all of my spunk." I punched him lightly in the shoulder.
"You could show me.."
"Says the boyfriend who won't make love to me.." I giggled sarcastically.
His face and tone turned serious. "Gabriella, you know it would be too hard for you. Once we start you won't be able to go through with it and then you'll make yourself feel worse for not going through with it."
"And why wouldn't I be able to go through with it?" I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to meet his gaze.
"Because you're having nightmares, and you know that if I touch you like that, memories are going to start flashing through your head."
He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me closer to him, so our bodies were touching. He lightly traced his fingers down my spine and smoothing them over my butt.
The door to my bedroom opened and the hallway light poured in. His figure walked over to me closer and he placed his hand firmly over my mouth.
"Shh...Don't scream. It will be over soon." Jason smiled and pulled me closer, his fingers gripping firmly on my butt.
I flinched away from Troy.
"You can't tell me that when I do this you don't feel or see anything." He whispered angrily.
I shook my head. "No." I lied.
"Then why did you just jump?" He arched an eyebrow.
"I-uh-I-" I stammered.
"Exactly." He kissed my cheek and walked into his first period class. I stood there frozen. One tear escaped and slid down my cheek.
This ripping sensation began to start in my core. My head began to spin and my stomach rummbled. His touch...it..made me sick....
My Troy..the man I loved...I couldn't let my past do this, but....how could I change my past.?
I couldn't and I had to live with that.