Hey readers, I'm back! I know I haven't written in a long time, but this idea sort of just came to me and I just had to write it. I've always been more of the reader, than the writer, but oh what the hell! I'm not sure yet where this is going to go, but here's a start. This first chapter is not going to be very long, but just bear with me. If you have any ideas, or would really like me to continue this, please say so in a review. Reviews truly give me the motivation to move on. So before any further rambling…

Enjoy!

Forever Yours

Chapter 1

Awakening

Rancid tomatoes. That's the smell that was slowly sparking Gabriella's gag reflex as she bravely opened her eyes and groaned. Fortunately, the room was dark, dimly lit by a very small window way too far up for her to even consider reaching. She whimpered weakly as all of her senses came back to her; her aching limbs, sore throat (probably from all the screaming), and empty stomach that was threatening to purge its remaining contents, if there were any. She took in her surroundings, noticing for the first time a wooden door on the opposite wall from the one she was lying against. She swallowed some saliva to relieve her parched throat before taking a deep breath, determined to muster all the strength she had left in order to kick down the only thing keeping her from her freedom. As she attempted to lift herself up, she heard male voices outside the door, before three familiar looking men came in.

"Well well well, sleeping beauty is finally awake." The first man said in a slight accent that Gabriella didn't immediately recognize. She took in his appearance. He was a very burly looking man, not very tall but not too short. He had an intimidating mustache, immediately reminding her of Hitler. He wasn't as bulky looking as the two tall men behind him, but from their positions she could infer that he was their leader, the one who called the shots.

The man took another step, placing him directly in the ray of light coming from the only window. Suddenly, it dawned on Gabriella who this man was. Petrolli. This realization caused Gabriella to remember a key tip, especially when encountering this man; never show fear. With determination running through her veins, she pulled herself into a standing position, ignoring the pain that shot through her limp legs, and held her head up high before speaking.

"What do you want with me, Petrolli?" It was a simple question. However, she had a faint idea that he was not going to answer it.

Petrolli chuckled menacingly before taking a step closer to Gabriella. He made a move to touch her face, but the brave, young brunette slapped his hand away instinctively, refusing to seem weak although she was obviously outnumbered. Show no fear, show no fear. She chanted in her head.

"Always so feisty," was his response, earning a glare from the woman across from him. "Bind her then take her to the car, I'll be waiting." He said indifferently before leaving Gabriella alone with the two other men, who were both smirking at her as if knowing something she didn't. Then, as if on que, she lowered her eyes to see the tools that one of the men was holding; duck tape and hand cuffs.

Oh fuck.

The long black limo came to a halt, a door opening wide enough for a man to get in. The streets of Brooklyn were empty, the sky was dark. No one would suspect a thing. Unless they were in the car with its occupants.

"Mr. Boen, thank you for joining us." Petrolli greeted with a nod as the stranger took a seat next to him, glancing over at the girl laid across the opposite seats, seemingly unconscious. He studied her, wincing as he took notice of her rough appearance. He looked away, reminding himself to seem apathetic.

"Glad to be involved Sir." He replied with a hand shake. The limousine began to move, its destination unknown to the stranger.

"Is everything ready?" Petrolli pulled out a cigar and a lighter, cracking open the window as well.

"Preparations have been made," Boen assured, sneaking a glance at the girl again just as she began to stir. "But what are you planning on doing with the girl?"

"She will come with us." He replied curtly, puffing some smoke out of his mustached mouth.

Gabriella began to wake upon hearing voices. She didn't open her eyes yet, using the opportunity to listen in on their conversation in order to acquire some information that could be of use. Boen? Who the hell is Boen? Why does his voice sound so familiar…

"Sir, we have arrived." The driver voiced from the front of the car. The door opened a few seconds later, Petrolli and Boen sliding out first before one of the other men came in to take Gabriella.

Gabriella opened her eyes slightly, still wanting to seem asleep. She watched the backs of two men, one Petrolli and the other what she assumed was Mr. Boen, climb a few steps onto a very expensive looking jet. She still couldn't place a face on Mr. Boen, although she had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she had encountered him before. The man carried her onto the jet, placing her on a plush leather couch. Making sure no one was around, she took in her surroundings. The plane was beyond luxurious; it even had a bar in the corner.

"If everything runs smoothly, I could be the richest man in the world." Gabriella snapped her eyes shut as Petrolli's voice came near.

"It will." She heard the stranger reply. Where have I heard that voice before?

"I'm going to take a nap in the bedroom, it'll pass the time. Marco and Damien are in the cockpit. Feel free to use the bar. And if the girl wakes up, just leave her be. You can take the tape off her mouth as long as she does not scream and wake me." She heard Petrolli stand up, seemingly going to the bedroom. There's a freaking bedroom on this damn thing?

She heard a door shut and then there was complete silence. Suddenly, the weight on the couch she was vacating shifted. Then, she felt a hand on her face, pushing her long strands of hair away. However, she did not have the urge to slap this hand away, it felt strangely comforting. Breaking out of her daze, Gabriella snapped her eyes open and attempted to scream, but the duck tape adorning her mouth stopped her.

"Shhh, it's okay." Her head turned to the face of the man sitting next to her on the couch. Her breathing hitched as her eyes locked onto his. His gaze was penetrating; the deep blue of his eyes showed unshed emotion, as if he was worried. Then it hit her, like a strike of lightening.

"You're going to be okay. I'm going to get you out of here, I promise."

Before her was no Mr. Boen. Sitting there, with eyes shining remorsefully was the man that had left her two years ago. The man that she had fallen so deeply in love with. The man that had broken her heart. And now, the man that had betrayed her.

Troy Bolton.

So that's it, chapter one! I know it was kind of short, but the future chapters will probably be longer, just bear with me. Also, I know most of you will be pretty confused, but everything will be explained in future chapters. Please REVIEW. It is much appreciated and seriously motivates me. Thanks so much for reading :)