Until the Day I Die

Chapter 2: What Happened ?

Troy P.O.V.

Mmmhmm, where is Gabbie? I don't know, its almost seven. I chick my phone like every five minutes. Wait, my phone is ringing. I have to pause my game and I'm right at the best part of it.

"Hey its Troy. Speak to me."

"Hey Troy. Its Shar."

"Ohh. What's up with you?" I hope she knows something about Gabbie.

"Well, I was wondering if you can tell Gabbie that I need help with a question in chemistry."

"Ohh…well she's not here"

"Well, I thought she was. Plus, she hasn't answered her phone all night."

"Yeah, she was suppose to come over, but she hasn't yet."

"Well, I bet she will"

"Ok, See ya Shar"

Well, Gabbie isn't answering her phone. Well let me see that.

Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring.

"Hey its Gabbie--"

"Yeah Gabbie wh--"

"I cant answer, but you know what to do."

Ohh well, I tried. I hope nothing is wrong with her. Maybe she just forgot.

Next morning I had my usual routine, but this time I didn't see her walking to school. I got to school anyway. When I walked down the senior hallway I saw something totally different that what is usually there. I thought it was Gabbie and I was right. She was dressed in jeans and a big Gray sweatshirt. She had her hood up. Something was wrong, I could just sense it.

"Gabbie?"

"Yeah" She kept on putting books away and not turning to look at me.

"Where were you last night?" I grabbed her arm. She whimpered a little.

"Oww! Last night?! Oh, I forgot." She got out of my grip.

"Gabbie" I grabbed her shoulders and made her face me. "I know you wou--what's on your face?"

"What? My make-up. Duh."

I pulled down her hoodie, "Yeah, like cover-up is black and blue." I lightly touched her cheek and she cringed when I did. "What happened?"

"Nothing…" She put back up her hoodie, "…I just fell."

"Oh, fell" I unzipped her sweatshirt. I felt like I was stripping her down, but I knew something was wrong. I took her sweatshirt off of her. "Gabbie…" I saw the hand mark on her arm all bruised up and the same on her face more clearly."

"Troy, stop it." She grabbed her sweatshirt and ran away."

Gabbie P.O.V.

How could he just get into my personal like that?? I'm not coming back to school. I'm going straight home. I bet my parents wont be home. They usually are never home.

"GABBIE !!" I could hear him. But he only was at the school sidewalk. I was way past that.

"St-t-tay A-away" I yelled right back at him. I bet he went back into the school. I just kept on running. I reached home and just balled all the way up to my room. I never wanted my home life to reach my school life. Nobody does, don't they?

Troy P.O.V.

"Taylor" I just wanted to ask if she knew anything. (after class)

"Whatty?"

"Do you know anything about Gabbie's personal life? You know like home life."

"Yeah I know what that is, but…umm, except she has a mom and dad that are never home."

"Ok."

"Why?" Does she have to know?!

"Ohh, nothing"

"Umm are you sure?" She was questioning me, is that good."

"I'm serious, its nothing"

"Troy, chill"

I walked off to my locker. When I opened it, I saw this picture of Gabbie; smiling her face off, loving her life. I'll just forget about this morning. I knew something was wrong but I'll just forget. But how can I forget. Has these pictured just been decoys away from her own life. I need to know more !

Gabbie P.O.V.

I heard something then ran out onto my hangover/patio outside of my room then just climbed down the side enough so then nobody could see me. Wait, is that my dad, I should actually just run. I could hear footsteps and I saw a glimpse of him kinda below me. But then he went back into the house and up the stairs. To my room! Gabbie, you have to run. So, I did it, I jumped down onto another roof part then off of that onto the ground. RUN GABBIE RUN! I snuck behind the Bulton's big fence by their hoops. Ohh great memories!

Troy would try to teach me some basketball. Even I knew some, I still acted like I didn't. Haha! Playing games against him were fun too. But I knew he would always let me win. Yeah just great times. Now I want them back. I can it do? Why I am living my life like this? I could feel a tear roll down my cheek.