AN: Should make sense to those who haven't read 'whiteBoy.' Enjoy. :D
whiteTRASH.
A Broken Promise.
Feet thumping,
Lungs pumping,
Legs aching,
Heart breaking.
His eyes slowly began to fill with tears as he ran further... As he broke his promise.
Troy awoke in a pool of darkness. His hair was greasy with sweat from running and his clothes were grimy from the unswept ground he slept on. Slowly, he sat up, causing his aching muscles to protest against the action. He turned his head in search of his partner in crime, Ronnie. Ronnie was leaning against the wall of the abandoned building Troy had to reluctantly tell him about. Secretly he hoped that Ronnie would forget the house's location and then convinced himself it was the likelihood - The guy wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the electrics store and they would be moving from place to place during the next couple of weeks anyway.
"Does this place have a shower?" Ronnie asked as he chewed his dirty fingernails, wiggling their broken ends before pulling them off with his teeth and spitting them out.
"Not one that works." Troy replied, watching Ronnie disgustedly before turning away. He would need his last meal to remain inside his stomach. There was absolutely no denying that Ronnie was pretty gross and overall unhygenic (It was, in fact, surprising to hear Ronnie query about a shower in the first place.), but he was also loyal and Troy guessed he must at least be an OK guy. There could be worse people helping you run from around fifty crazy kids out for your blood - literally.
Troy sighed. He thought back to when he didn't have to be hiding like this. It was just the other day, in fact. Just the other day, he was sitting blissfully at Gabriella's side, forgetting all of his cares. Once he met Gabriella, it felt like it had been years since anyone had called him 'whiteBoy.'. She had never treated him with any less respect than she would with someone who posessed darker skin. Like the rest of them. Their exclusive relationship had been so much so, that he just never expected anything to break through their walls. But they did. She was right. It's like I've been living in a dream and I just don't want to wake up. She had said. And now, because of him, she had come within inches of danger. And it was all his fault... It was all his fault and he broke his promise... he broke his promise and...
Troy snapped himself out of it. "We should probably get going soon." he mumbled, forcing his stiff body to stand, before stretching out his muscles after an uncomfortable sleeping position that night, his only comfort being his bag imitating a pillow.
"Why do we have to go already?" Ronnie whined. "Shouldn't we be safe for a couple more days?"
"I don't think so." Troy replied, peering through one of the broken windows. "They'll be searching the whole town if they have to - they're not stupid, Ron. They've decided they want me now. That's it. With frikkin Drew Baylor leading them there is no way this is going down without a fight... Now lets start working out where we can go next."
Andrew Baylor stepped into his dimly-lit kitchen/sitting room - if you could even call it that. It was more an average sized room with basic appliences and a couch. This was beginning to make a hell of a lot less sense. There was no way fucking whiteBoy. could have slipped through his net alone... there was complete confirmation that he had been in the Montez girl's apartment building when the guy pulled a fast one. Someone else had to be on his side - and it wasn't a bad bet to assume that she might just be one of those someones. Yep, if he didn't get his hands on whiteBoy. soon, then he was sure going to have to pay a little visit to that little half-cast girl that happened to live nearby.
Drew smirked as he watched a girl squirming uncomfortably in the corner. The tips of her dark-brown hair dyed red. His eyes zeroed in on her, his intense gaze turning the whole room of chattering teenagers silent. He could see her forehead was already clammy before she quickly tried to wipe the moisture away with the side of her hand.
"Where's Myra, Keri?" he asked, referring to the girl of which she was usually was seen with around school. One of the thirds to the group of three that he knew she belonged to.
"She's... she's..." anyone could see that Keri wanted desperately to think of an excuse for her friends absence, but Andrew's stare was too intense. Too frightening.
"She's not coming..." Keri said quietly, her face a picture of guilt for not protecting her friend better.
"What?! Why?" Andrew half asked-half growled.
Looking around the room for a helping hand - and finding none, Keri tried to make her voice sound strong. "She doesn't want to be a part of this. Her and some others."
He came towards her so quickly, so suddenly that she actually felt herself stumbling back into the wall in fear. "She with whiteBoy.?!"
"No!" Keri felt relieved to say. "No... she's not... she would never..."
"Fine. But she better not come crawling over here when she gets tired of this shit and needs a place to go. And if she goes to him, then there's no coming back - we're after her too. Does she get that?"
Keri's breath almost got stuck in her throat. "Um.. yeah, I think so."
Drew sent her a suggestive smile, stepping a little closer. "Well, at least you'll be alright then." he said seductively before whispering so that only Keri could hear his words, "But I don't know how much I can say for your... other friend though, sweet cheeks."
Keri's breath caught before she tried to shake the image out of her head that even Andrew Baylor didn't know about.
"Come on Ronnie!" Troy called as his partner in crime lagged behind him.
"Maybe we could just find Rex..." Ronnie started.
"No." Troy interrupted him with authority. "we're not gonna drag him into this shit if we can help it okay? He's done enough for me and I don't want him worrying or getting hurt. It doesn't matter if he's our friend, he's still an old man. And it's not fair."
Rex was one of Troy's first acquaintances once he moved - a mentor if you will. If it wasn't for Rex, Troy felt that he might have formed a similar prejudice as the one his peers had formed against him due to the color of his skin. Rex was wise enough to guide him away from that, and as he was black himself, managed to prove to him that color was only skin deep. 'S what's in t' heart that 'cha take account for na Troy.' he would say.
Troy's mind then wandered to what the girl with the heart of gold would be doing. The girl that he left. No. he thought to himself. Don't put yourself down that route... He had ran to save her hadn't he? To lead her out of harms way.
Maybe he would have felt better if he hadn't promised her that he would never leave.
Restlessly, she tossed and turned in her sleep. For three hours she had been drifting in and out of consciousness.
He left. He left when he said he would never leave. He left to protect me?
Goddamn idiot.
If only he had known what was occurring in her dreams, if only he knew the force that was approaching what was once her haven of a home. Far from protected.
Ten year old Gabriella looks out of her window, watching the water droplets of rain dribble slowly down the glass. The night has cast itself over the sky and she can't see anything but darkness. As she twists one of her angry black ringlets around one of her fingers, she hears crying in the distance. Her mothers' crying. Hurriedly, she runs over to her bedroom door and peers around the edge of the frame.
The woman is sobbing into her hands quietly as her parents bedroom door slams closed on the room behind her. Suddenly, as if thinking better of herself, Gabriella's mother stops her tears, wiping them away determinedly before noticing her daughter watching her. Pulling on a bright smile she sniffs and beckons her forward to give her a comforting embrace.
Marie Montez's partner comes out of the room, a box of cigarettes in his left hand, a lighter in his right, a single unlit stick in his mouth. Gabriella moves to protest, knowing that he would be about to light up out of her bedroom window, the only one that opens in the flat. She hated it when he did that. Even though it was out of the window it still made the room smell and sometimes her clothes picked up the stench, making her want to retch all day.
Her mother holds her tiny body back, telling her silently to re think her actions. But as Gabriella watches the man she called father walk into her room, she realizes for the first time, that she doesn't want to hold back. All he did was yell vulgar, drunken things at her make her Mom cry, and when her Mom cried it made her want to cry, too. All he did was waste all their money on his stupid cigarettes. All he did was ruin their little lives. So why is he here? Gabriella wondered. Insisting that she wanted to finish cleaning the dirty dishes by herself, Marie took it as a small cry for independence and left her daughter to her own devices in the tiny kitchen. She knew that Gabriella could be stubborn when she wanted.
Gabriella rushes the dishes, leaving them on a rack to dry themselves before slowly entering her bedroom. There he is, smoking away, out of her window. All the breeze was doing was blowing the stench around the room. Turning at the sound of Gabriella's footsteps, his face forms a scowl. "What do you want, bitch?"
"Not you." Gabriella retorts, her brown eyes narrowing.
"Then get the fuck out of here, then."
"No. You"
"What?!" Ben Smith takes a menacing step closer, his cigarette centimetres away from the girls delicate nose. "What do you think your talking, kid?"
"We don't need you any more." Gabriella says, pushing out all of her long built up anger. "Me and Mom can take care of ourselves - so stop being horrible and change, or leave. We don't want you here anymore!"
"You little shit." Ben hisses, stubbing out his cigarette on the cushion of the only chair in her room. "That's what you've always been bitch. You're shit. You're scum. You worthless, filthy cunt!" Gabriella flinches for the first time from his language, but she knows she can no longer crack under his fury.
"But you think you're not - so prove it."
Ben Smith scoffed, then looked left to right, as if someone might be on either side of him to give his so called daughter a valid answer, or at least a good comeback. But there was no one and they both knew it.
"I don't have to prove anything to you." He looks down at her as if she were something unwanted and disgusting stuck to the bottom of his shoe. "You were never even meant to be in the picture, you worthless piece of scum!" he spat as he spoke, "My bags have been packed for a long time anyway."
And he strides away into a raging thunderstorm.
It was the same dream she had every time there was a storm, except - for the first time - the walking figure of her father slowly, finally turned around.
But to her shock and surprise, the face didn't belong to the man that left her seven years ago... It was the man that left her just yesterday.
Gabriella Montez screamed herself awake.
AN: It feels gooooooooooooooooooood to be baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! ;D
Did you guys like it?? I hope so. This is going to be quite different to whiteBoy. as you can see, now that for the first time, Troy and Gabriella are truly seperated from each other and they have to try and get through on their own for a while. Anyway, remeber to LEAVE REVIEWS!!!! and tell me what you thought!
Love, love, love,
whirlergirl .x.
