Author's Note: Before I start, I need to say a few things. Firstly, my previous incomplete story with only 2 chapters was deleted cause it was too violent. Secondly, I haven't finished my first story because I don't have ideas. I hope you guys are okay with this arrangement and you enjoy the less violent version of the story I wanted to tell.

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Gabriella Anne Montez. That was the name my parents, Carlos Montez and Maria Montez had told the doctors to print on my birth certificate. Personally, I liked it. I liked the girly feel of it, but I wasn't girly. In fact, I was more of a tomboy. I hardly wore dresses, my favorite color was NOT pink and I absolutely HATED shopping. The only thing I shopped for was food.

That's a bit about my 11 year old self. Actually, I'm turning 12 in 58 minutes. It's 5 o'clock in the afternoon on the 9th of June at the moment and I'm just about to head out to a really good Japanese restaurant. Me and my brother, Juan were cracking jokes for the whole car ride. Seriously, though, he made me laugh so much. When I was the saddest I could ever be, he'd always find some way to make me laugh. When I at strangulation-level-anger, he would always calm me down and make me smile.

We entered the restaurant and ordered some sushi and sashimi – my favorites. They put the food on a pretty boat, made out of wood and it sat on the tabletop looking delicious and ready to eat. Digging in, I found myself eating as much as I usually eat. Yes, I eat a lot. When I finished my meal, I politely wiped my mouth with the napkin and we headed out.

This year, we were going to Hawaii for a holiday. It wasn't a birthday present, it was to celebrate my parent's 17th anniversary and they had decided to generously bring my brother and I along.

We boarded the plane and I felt a mysterious aura around me. Sort of, as if someone I knew was on it too and they were stalking me. Okay. Maybe not stalking, but following? That was a more suitable word.

One day, my family decided to tan on the beach and that was how I met my soon-to-be godfather.

Zac Efron.

I saw him and I just stared. Simply stared. I guess it was kind of creeper-ish, but I wanted to see if I needed glasses. I had never met a celebrity before and I had no idea what so ever to do in these circumstances. I think he saw me staring at him because he looked at me weirdly. Great. He probably thought I was a freakish fan-girl in a bikini, trying to impress him. I wasn't actually in a bikini, but whatever.

He started to walk towards my portable-fold-up chair and I broke the eye contact.

"Hi," he greeted me. "Why are you looking at me?"

I didn't even look at him, which was rude…

"Do want me to show you an overly dramatic demonstration?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

I stood up as he nodded… hesitantly and I began the performance.

"OH. MY. GOSH! Is that Zac Efron I see? He is like my favorite celebrity… no, my favorite person in the whole universe! Oh my gosh! His body is so gorgeous! He has muscles and abs and an amazing tan! OH MY GOD, I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IT AND DON'T TELL ME IT'S A DREAM BECAUSE IT ISN'T! I'd give up everything in life just to spend 1 second with you! By the way, I know everything about you, it's not even creepy! I love you so so much! I've seen ALL of your movies! I'm not even joking! I even saw those ones that you did as a kid! They are sooo adorable! Oh my gosh, I've wanted to marry you for 13 years and now's my chance! I'm not even 13 years old yet so I guess I knew my fate even before my parents 'did it'!" I got down on one knee, "Zac Alexander David Efron, will you please marry me?!" I didn't wait for him to replied because I engulfed him into a hug and smashed my lips on his for only 1 second. It was already too disgusting and I just stood there, waiting for him to get over his shock.

"Well," he stuttered. "No one has actually done that to me before, but I guess it was good acting. It was amazing actually. People don't act as excited as that in exciting scenes when I'm filming."

I smiled. He thought I was good at acting. I've always wanted to be an actress.

"That's what I have in mind when I picture extreme fan-girls meeting their idols," I shrugged.

"Well, now I've experienced it and I know what will happen, so thanks. I've also just gotten my kiss for the day," he stated.

"Your kiss for the day? You get kissed much?" I asked.

"It's my mom who does it, not on the lips, of course, but I guess you've already done the lips," he said, pointing to his mouth.

"You're my first kiss," I told him.

"I'm truly honored. I wouldn't expect you to have done much kissing anyway. You like 12 right?" He questioned.

"Yep. By the way, I'm not like those fan-girls. I'm actually having a civil conversation with you at the moment, but I do want a photo. Then, I can go and brag about my awesome holiday to my friends. Just kidding, I'm not gonna use you like that," I joked.

"I hope not," Zac smiled.

We took a few photos with different poses. At least this was a quiet beach. There weren't fans swarming us and I could have some alone time with Zac.

"So, you're not from here?" Zac asked.

"Nah. I'm here to celebrate my parent's 17th anniversary. Yeah, they actually wanted to drag me along with them. I'm actually from Australia," I explained.

"That's cool. I'm from…"

"America," I finished. "Everyone knows that, Zac."

"Hey! I'm not that famous!" he defended himself.

"That's what you think."

30 minutes later, we were sat on some wooden stools in a vintage café, chatting about whatever came to our minds. So far, we had exchanged birthdays, family details and a bunch of other nonsense.

"You're a nice girl, Gabriella. You don't treat me like a celebrity, you treat me like a normal person," Zac said suddenly.

I thought for a moment.

"I don't like treating different people differently. You get the same reaction every time if you treat everyone according to what they would like," I said.

"You're smart for your age. Anyway, I think I have to go now, sorry. Is there anything I can do to repay you for your time?" Zac said, getting up from his seat.

I smiled slyly.

"Your number?"

That was a year ago. I had talked to Zac once or twice this year and it was now my 13th birthday. We were going to the same Japanese restaurant to order the same meal. How delicious!

Once my dad had paid the bill, sauntered out the door, bidding the server goodbye. We were about to reach the car when I felt a hand on my arm, pulling me gently in a different direction. Thinking it was my mom, I followed the person into a dark alleyway. Suddenly, I heard a muffled shriek. It sounded like my mom's.

I tried to turn around, but my attacker had the firmest grip I had ever felt. It stopped my whole body from moving. Then it all happened.

Shouts from my dad. Shrieks from my mom. Screams from me. Gunshots. Something falling to the ground.

I had had my eyes closed for the whole time, not bearing to look at the direction of the gunshots. But when I did open them, I collapsed to the ground in tears. The picture looked like this:

My mom and dad, bending over a body. Blood flowing out of the body's head like a stream. The attackers had left, thankfully.

I stood up and walked towards my family, dreading the sight before me. My heart broke into 2 when I saw him lying on the ground motionless. Unbreathing.

Juan.

My best friend. My brother. The person who always cheered me up. Dead?

No. It couldn't be! It wasn't fair! How could he die? It should've been me.

It should've been me.

Yes, it should've been me.

Mom didn't come with us on the way back home. Who knows where she was? Probably shopping or something like that.

Dad drove me home and the car ride was silent. Like dead silent. I couldn't even hear him breathing. But when I got out of the car, he slammed the door behind me, took me by the collar and shoved me into the house. I heard the door close with a bang and I jumped a little. Even before I his the ground, I felt a slap on my back. I turned around, horrified. Did my dad just slap me? My dad? My own father?

"Don't complain. This is all your fault. If you weren't born, we would be out there 'celebrating' your birthday and he wouldn't have died." Then, slapping my cheek after every word, he yelled at me. "THIS! IS! ALL! YOUR! FAULT!"

By now, I was scared stiff. How could he turn on me just that? Like he just shouldn't have gotten mom pregnant!

"How is this my fault?" I yelled. "Mom shouldn't have gotten pregnant by YOU anyway!"

With that, he punched me in the nose. I'm pretty sure he broke it because there was blood streaming down my face and tears drowning it.

"Don't blame this on me or your mother!" he growled. "It is your fault and you know it."

I was silent. What could I say?

"Now, here's your punishment," he hissed with a glint of evil in his eye.

He ripped all my clothes of and attempted to 'have fun with me.'

That's the story of my life from when I turned 13.

The next day, I had to go to school. I had wiped the blood out of my nose and the tear stains were gone, but I still looked dead tired. There were bags under my eyes and my usually silky curls were frizzy and unkempt. I had to walk for 1 hour of course. Who was my dad to take me?

Jacob Platelle. The school bully. Of course he had heard about the situation in which 'I killed my brother.' The typical Jacob offered me his arm to walk me to my classroom. I smacked it away, though. I was just not in the mood.

But when I did, he pulled me away hard and my books dropped to the floor. I fought and fought and fought my way out, but he was just too strong.

That's when I found myself locked in the disabled bathroom.

Turns out he also wanted to 'have fun with me.'

I arrived late to class and my teacher scolded me. I didn't even look up and I just went to sit at the back. My best friend, Alyssa, didn't even steal a glance at me. How disappointing.

All my friends avoided me at lunch and it was clear that they thought I was a murderer. I don't even think the police were notified about the incident.

I walk home for 1 hour again and this time I was met with a flashy sports car in the driveway. Ugh. Alyssa. Who was she to park in the driveway of my home?

The door swung open just as I was about to touch the handle to reveal a smirking Alyssa with her arms crossed.

"This is payback. I loved your brother," she spat.

Then I saw her father.

He want to 'have fun with me too.'

The next year had come and it was my 14th birthday. Every single day, I had lived with the abuse and I was sure that the bruises, scratches and marks from my dad were permanent. My mom was hardly in the house and god know where she was!

June 9th. My favorite day of the year.

My dad was at work, obviously. Why would he bother to say 'happy birthday,' let alone 'happy 1 year anniversary of when you killed your brother.' But I think my mom came home because I could hear pots and pans clanging in the kitchen.

I walked in there and my mom was a mess. Her hair was messy, her clothes were crumpled and back to front, inside out. She heard me and turned around with a weak smile on her face.

"Happy birthday," she said and with that, she pulled out a gun from her pocket and held it up.

"NO!" I yelled, running up to her, but I was too late.

I lost another that I could've saved.

The blood poured out of her head, dying the floor the worst shade of red there could ever be.

I ran. I just did it. I took my phone, my songbook and my family photo album which only contained pictures from when my parents got married to last year. I ran to Jells Park which was close, but not too far away to run to. I sat down on a bench and looked down. I would hate it if people saw my tear-stained face and asked if I was okay. Like hell! If I'm crying, why would I be okay?

The phone rang the moment I sat down and I picked it up. Haha. It was Zac. I pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Gabriella. How are you," Zac greeted.

"Peachy," I replied sarcastically.

"First of all, happy birthday. I forgot to call you for your 13th, sorry, but I remembered this year. Secondly, I know you, Gabriella. Now tell me what's up." Zac said.

"I don't know. My brother was murdered last year when were coming out of the Japanese restaurant, my mom killed herself, like 10 minutes ago and my dad has been abusing me and raping me since my brother died and…" I was cut off.

"Hold up. I'm coming right now. I'll call you when I get to the taxi," Zac interrupted hastily.

"No, Zac. You don't have…" The line went dead.

I stayed in the park overnight without food or drink. To be honest, I wasn't even hungry. I was surprised that my dad hadn't tried to come after me, but I was safe. There hadn't been a car for hours, but now there was one. It was a taxi.

Zac.

Even before the taxi stopped, Zac rushed out and enveloped me in a bone-crushing hug.

"Oh my god! Are you alright? I can't believe that happened to you! I'm so, so sorry I didn't call before!" he exclaimed.

When I had room to breathe, I smiled at him.

"Thanks, Zac. Take me home," I said.

"What? No! To your house? No way! We're going to my home," he insisted.

He took me by the hand and dragged me into the taxi.

"Airport," Zac commanded.

"Sure? You've just come back from it," the taxi driver asked.

"Just go." Zac rolled his eyes.

I fell asleep on the journey, but I was woken up to see 2 blue eyes staring straight back at me.

"We're here," is all he said before we got out of the taxi.

His house was amazing. It looked homely and comfortable. He showed me my room and it was absolutely beautiful. It had a queen-sized bed, a desk, a walk-in-wardrobe and a bathroom. It even had balcony!

"You can stay here until you're 18," Zac said.

Was he joking with me? I looked at his face and saw sincerity and kindness. I gave him a hug.

"Thanks, Zac. What will you be to me?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Like if I go to school, what would you be? I don't have my parents here. Would you be my guardian?" I questioned.

"I was hoping for a higher title like 'your godfather' or something like that," he joked.

I half-heartedly laughed at his joke because I was tired, but I agreed.

"That would mean the world to me," I smiled, hugging him again.

"Now go and sleep," he whispered in my ear.

I nodded and plopped onto the bed.

The next day, I woke up pretty early. For some reason, I can't sleep for more than 12 hours. Thankfully, it was a weekend and it was almost breakfast time. I walked downstairs and saw Zac cooking… shirtless. I covered my eyes.

"Argh! I hope you don't walk around nude every day in front of me!" I exclaimed, looking away.

Zac laughed.

"I just came back from the gym and I was sweaty," Zac complained.

"The gym? You left me alone in the house!" I asked.

"What? No. The one downstairs," he explained.

"Oh, of course. You're rich," I smirked, sitting down at the table.

"No need to rub it in. Anyway, here's your breakfast," he said, serving me a plate of bacon, eggs and toast.

It was unexpectedly good. Like really good. I could live off this for a million years if I had to.

"This tastes like restaurant food," I mumbled with my mouth full.

"I'm flattered and remember your manners," he reminded.

"Sorry," I muttered.

He laughed and sat down in front of me.

"You don't sleep much?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Never over 12 hours."

"Wow. What do you wanna be when you're older?" he asked.

I was surprised by the change of subject, but I answered anyway.

"Something I can do now to get my mind off things," I replied.

"Like what?"

"Your job," I answered.

"Oh yeah. Remember when you first met me? That was hilarious. It's kind of weird that you kissed me, now that I'm your godfather. You'd be good at acting. But do you really want to do it seriously?" he asked.

I nodded.

"That would be great," I said.

"My agent is looking for child actors," Zac proposed. "You can do it if you want to."

"Really? Are you serious?" I asked excitedly.

"Very."

"That would be amazing!" Squealed, stopping myself from hugging him over the table.

It's now been 2 years and I'm worldwide famous. Like really. World-wide famous. I have like 15 million followers on Twitter and 20 million subscribers on Youtube. Zac has competition.

One morning he said to me, "How is it that you're almost passing me on twitter?"

"Oh! I'm becoming more famous than you!" I grinned.

"Ever thought about taking a break from the fame?' Zac asked.

"Actually I have. Can I go to school?" I inquired.

Zac looked taken aback.

"Wait. Really?"

"Yes, really. There's a school down the road, isn't there?" I asked.

"I'm signing you up now. You probably want to graduate from a real school right? You're actually doing grade 12 work at the moment so you'll do fine," Zac said, picking up the phone.

"Good morning. Are there any free spots in your school? Junior. Gabriella Montez? Please don't tell the teachers that it's her. My name? Zac Efron. Yes, really. Next week? Thanks," Zac said and he put the phone down.

"I'm starting next week?" I asked.

"Yeah. To take a break from all this movie stuff. You've already finished another one," he said.

"I'm actually excited."

"Are you going to tell people who you are?" Zac asked.

"Nah. I don't want to make fake friends. You know, the friends who use you for money, popularity and status. I don't want those friends. I haven't had friends in years and I don't trust much people. It's gonna be hard, but I'm ready for it," I said.

"That makes sense," Zac nodded.

Seven days later…

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