Unwanted: Chapter Two
AN: Hey guys! Thanks for the Reviews! Hopefully this chapter makes more sense……Oh, and about flashbacks, I know that some of you really don't like to read them, and I completely understand, but to enjoy the rest of the story…these are critical, please stick with me! :)
Disclaimer: I wish…..
"Daddy! I promise I will spend next Christmas with you! Mama just really wants to take us over to Granny's!" whined James, Gabriella's younger brother. He pouted, while following his father into the living room. He was wearing his favorite Spiderman pajama pants that he had gotten for his birthday. "Please don't be angry Daddy…?"
"Angry, James? You don't want me to be angry!?" their father said turning and grabbing his son's shoulders with a bit to much force. Gabriella watched the scene unfold from where she was sitting comfortably on the couch. She held her breath when she saw her father's hand clench down on the fragile tee-shirt clad frame. "I'm more than angry! How dare you go and ask to spend MY Christmas with your damn mother! Do you never want to spend anytime at you're fucking father's house?!" He roared at the boy.
Tears swelled up in James' eyes and cascaded down his olive colored cheeks. "I'm sorry Daddy…please…Daddy…don't be angry with me…" James replied weakly in between sobs. His small brown eyes lifted to his father's fierce blue ones. The little boy winced when his father's hands released his shoulders and his right hand met the smooth skin of his son's cheek, smacking him backwards towards the crackling fireplace.
"Stop...I was...I didn't mean it…" he said wailing and clutching his elbow as he scooted away from the hot flames. His small doll-like face was pinched together as he closed his eyes and sobbed loudly.
"Daddy?" Gabriella asked hesitantly. She pulled her legs up off the floor and clutched them to her chest. Her pink-fleece clad knees rubbing her chin.
"What? Do you want to spend Christmas with your God damn mommy to?" He replied hotly advancing on her.
She flinched and pulled backwards as her father came closer to her. His hand reached out and clutched her wrist, yanking her from the couch, until she stood cowardly in front of him. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently. She felt tears burn in the back of her eyes. He had never done anything like this before. She thought that he loved her.
"Answer me you stupid..." he said in an outburst, shaking her shoulders at such horrible manner, that she was sure he brain would fall out of her skull. Her teeth clicked together in a steady rythym as he tightened his grip on her fragile frame.
She shook her head back and forth as tears escaped her from her long lashes. "Hoar!" he yelled tossing her small body to the ground.
"Oh Daddy!" James yelled from where he was on the floor. He slowly began to stand, still holding his elbow. "You're going to hurt Ella! Stop doing that…stop!!" James screamed and ran to the other side of the couch, as he watched his father turn from Gabriella with startling force, and advance towards him.
"What son? Are you trying to tell me what to do?" His father said chasing him in circles around the couch and coffee table. James cried as his body gave out on him and his blue Spiderman pajamas fell to the rug. Gabriella's smooth face cringed in horror as she watched her father's hands wrap around James' warm neck in pure rage. "Stupid bastard! Don't you ever…you…you little……." her father wrenched at the sensitive skin pulling and yanking at him, and he wouldn't stop until his seven-year-old lounges collapsed. Her dad's harsh blue eyes turned a shade darker, as he watched his son's breathing struggle to a complete halt. She couldn't move, all Gabriella could do was sit hunkered against the wall.
"Daddy…I love you…pleas-" James' voice rasped his few last words, until Gabriella could stand it no longer, jumping from her shaken state on the floor she ran to her father beating his back with her small fists. She hit him with all of her strength, and she cried, and sobbed pleading with him. But her pleads were met with a smack across the face. She went flying backwards into the large flat screen TV that hung on the wall.
He grabbed her wrist; his mouth was formed in a tight line. Gabriella's free hand lashed out and scraped his wrist with her blue fingernails. "Let go Daddy! Let go!" she shrieked, stumbling backwards.
He worked against her and pulled her small face up until it was right in front of her face. "I never wanted a little girl. You were a mistake, and you are just like a your mother, an unwanted, ugly, fucking, hoar, bitch, and nobody will ever truly love you Gabriella Illisa Montez." He reached his hand into his pocket, and pulled out his red pocket knife. "Are you listening?" He asked curtly. She made no move to respond as she watched his finger pull out the long blade. "Repeat after me Angel….." He dug the knife into her shoulder, and slowly inched it along her skin. "I am…" She looked up at her father horrified and choked out the words,
"I am" She said slowly choking and pulling backwards, her shoulder was stinging, but she couldn't move.
"Useless and unwanted…" he said digging the knife in her soft flesh and pulling it up her shoulder towards her tender neck.
"Ow-uhh--" she stumbled across her words, for the pain was too much to bear. "I am useless and unwanted."
"Right baby." He said sternly gashing the knife to her collar bone. "And no one will ever truly love me." He looked down at his daughter with his powerful blue eyes.
Gabriella's mouth hung open, a scream of pain threatening to pour out. She took in her father's words, and she righteously believed them.
"I am useless and unwanted, and no one will ever truly love me." She choked outthe trurth, squinting her eyes closed as tears tumbled non-stop down her cheeks. She wasn't anticipating what happened next. She felt her foot fly up and meet with his tender private part. Causing him to jump back, startled. He threw her to the hard wood floor dislodging the knife from where it was embedded in her skin, he reached out to wrap his long fingers around her neck, but she pulled backwards just in time. She ran for the stairs. And she heard her father right on her heels.
"Ms. Montez! Would you like to share with us why you're late again for the third time this week?" Gabriella snapped out of her thoughts.
"I was just running late in the Library, I'm sorry." Gabriella replied with confidence to her art teacher, Mrs. Duncan, as she sat down next to Wyatt, who was also in her eighth period art class.
Eighth period Art was one of her favorite classes. She shared it with Taylor, Sharpay, Wyatt, and Jason. Who were all in her inner circle of friends. But there was also another person that was present in her art class that she didn't quite enjoy being around, Troy Bolton. He was the King of East High, he had the whole school wired, and wrapped around his finger. He was gorgeous too. He had dirty blonde hair that wisped across his forehead, and hung into his stunning blue eyes. You could be in Times Square on New Year's Eve, and you would still be able to find him because of the radiance within his spectacular blue eyes. He was also known for sleeping with just about every girl in the grade. Which, Gabriella couldn't criticize him for that, because she had done the same, except with boys.
As much as she would like to admit that she wouldn't mind getting in bed with him, she kept herself completely off-limits to him, or at least she tried to. His blue eyes haunted her. They were just like her father's, and even the slight thought of her father made her cringe. Her father would never love her. She was unwanted. Guys only trailed after her because of her body, no body wanted her for the real her. She had always been a simple screw, no strings attached.
"Well now that we are all here, shall we start the lesson?" Mrs. Duncan asked, but the room remained silent. "I'll take that as a yes…" She said lingering around to the side of her desk and standing in front of the class. The desks in the art room were all formed in a circle, so that everyone could see the display that they were assigned to draw.
Gabriella's coffee eyes scanned the classroom, but she couldn't find the fierce sapphire eyes. She silently thanked the Lord that he appeared to be absent for that class.
"Okay, so as you know, last week, we had Clare Ritter pose for us in a ball gown for practice for our self portraits." Mrs. Duncan said, smiling at Clare. "So this week, we are going to have the guys start taking pictures for their self portraits, and while they are doing that…the ladies are going to be drawing…Troy." Wyatt groaned as he stood up, like all of the other boys in the class, smiling weakly at Gabriella. "Troy?" Mrs. Duncan called. There was no reply, since his desk was empty.
Mrs. Duncan called his name again, and even poked her head out of the door to look for him in the hall. "Has anyone seen Tro-" She was interrupted by a deep voice.
"Sorry Mrs. Duncan, I was having a meeting with my dad, we lost track of time." Troy said walking into the classroom and setting down his portfolio.
"It's okay, Mr. Bolton. The ladies were just getting prepared to draw you…remember we spoke about it Friday after class?" she said questioningly.
"Ah, yes…I completely forgot." He said stretching slowly as he stood beside his desk.
"Well, It would be great if you got right to it!"
Walking in between the desks, Troy made his way to the middle of the circle of girls. Everyone's eyes were on him. He was facing sideways to Gabriella, so she could only see his profile. He hooked his thumbs in his pockets and relaxed his stance, holding his body completely rigid. Gabriella drew a small thin line down her paper, which was supposed to be the outline of his back. She continued drawing, until she found herself over come with boredom. "Mrs. Duncan? I don't think I need any more practice, I'm ready to start my self portrait." Gabriella stated sheepishly facing the teacher who was seated behind her desk. Gabriella caught Troy's features harden, out of the corner of her eye as she spoke.
"Are you sure you can't just draw Mr. Bolton for the rest of the class? Is it really that hard to do something with everyone else for once?" Mrs. Duncan asked, while a few people in the class snickered.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Duncan, but I've already drawn somebody, I don't understand why drawing a boy is going to help me practice anymore…?"
Troy stopped posing and turned towards Gabriella, "Are you calling me boring Ms. Montez?" he asked quizzically.
Gabriella held her breath as her eyes met the fiery blue. "Well, yeah...if you put that way."
"Does this help?" He asked huskily as he slowly removed his shirt, and still remained to look gorgeous the whole time. It was like he practiced in the mirror. Gabriella's breath hitched as her eyes landed on the perfectly sculpted six pack. His skin was tan and golden under the florescent light. Girls around the room gasped and wore shocked expressions as thier eyes landed on his beautiful form.
That was one thing about Troy Bolton that didn't remind her of the father. Her eyes couldn't move, and she couldn't even blink. His pecks were dark, and the small trail of hair leading down his formed stomach left her to imagine was what was beneath his jeans. His body was so hard, she could barely resist it. But when her eyes traveled back up his torso and landed on the two pools of blue, all the passion in her body melted. It was like an image of her father flashed across the room.
"Not really, but I guess I'm stuck with drawing you." She replied hotly, and gazed back down at her paper, drawing his waist line, where his jeans sat on his muscular hips.
A chill rushed through her back, as Gabriella's small hands clutched the white painted railing of her balcony. A minute and eighteen seconds ago she had run up the stairs and convinced herself to jump over the railing of her balcony and run for help. No matter how horrible the fall was, she was going to do it.
"I was only playing…Ella baby? I know you're up here somewhere…" Her fathers taunting voice called from the top of the staircase. Forty two seconds was all she had left, or she knew he would get her. A stray tear fell down her cheek as she clenched her eyes closed, her knuckles turned white, as fear trembled through her veins. She felt a constant burn in her shoulder as she saw bright red blood pouring through her tee-shirt. She looked up at the lurking black sky. For the first time in a month the sky was clear, no clouds were there to hide the moon and its reigning glory. She knew that downstairs, in her family room her brother James's body was laying helplessly on the floor, still clad in his Spiderman PJs. Less than three minutes ago his breath had been suffocated out of him by his father's hands, and all Gabriella could do was run and plead.
Her brother James had been her most reliable companion throughout her parents divorce, sure she had Wyatt, but James was her safety net, always there for her. He was a year younger than her, at age seven. "C'mon Gabriella!" she thought to herself, "Don't be a wimp, help James…." She leaned forward, breath hitching.
Zero seconds.
"Baby, get off of there, you're going to fall! I was only playing with James, Sugar, he's fine!" Her father said walking through the screen door and onto the balcony, reaching his large hands and placing one on her fore arm. Her body racked with sobs as she shrieked, ripping out of his grasp and flinging her body backwards. Like her father said, no one would ever truly love her. The sound of sirens was the last thing that blasted through Gabriella's ear drums as her eight-year-old body collapsed in a heap of pink, blood stained pajamas and midnight curls onto the damp grass of her front lawn. It was so cold that night, so cold.
Sixteen minutes of class left, and Gabriella wasn't sure is she could survive. His hard six pack seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, scorching her eyes. She was still drawing the defined lines of his hard pecks, when she felt her panties start to become damp.
"Damn you, Troy Bolton," She thought to her self as she drew a shaky line across her paper. "…..damn you…."
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