Summary: Gabriella's engaged to Eric Mitchell. He treats her great in public … But what about behind closed doors? What does she live with everyday? Troyella.
I Want Out
Gabriella jumped up at the sound of the door being thrown open. She looked towards the front door, and cringed when she saw her fiancée stomping toward her.
"Did you buy me more beer?" He roared.
"Um, yeah. I'll go
get it for you," she squeaked as she jumped out of her seat in
front of the TV, and literally ran to the kitchen and got a can of
beer. She only bought the cans now, because the last time she bought
the glass bottles – he had finished the beer and then had thrown
the bottle at her head. She didn't want to take a chance like that
again.
She raced back to him and handed him the can, he opened it and took a huge gulp, but immediately spit it back out onto the floor.
"This is disgusting!! I told you to buy the other kind!" he shouted and she shrank back against the wall. "Go back out and get more. And make sure it's the right kind this time – or you'll be very, very sorry. Got it?!"
"Yes, Eric."
"Good, now go!"
She dashed toward the door, grabbed her purse, her keys and bolted out the door. She got into her car, put the key into the ignition, and drove down the slightly slanted driveway and out onto the road.
She arrived at the liquor store a short while, picked up the beer and skidded to a halt by the cashier. She handed the cashier the money and hurried out of the shop. She was just about out of the store, when she ran into someone with bright blue eyes.
"Whoa! Gabi, what's the – what happened to your cheek?"
Oh crap! That was where Eric hit her this morning. "Oh, you know. Just me being clumsy," she lied.
"Oh, okay," it didn't look as though he believed her. "Anyway, what's the big rush? Oh, don't tell me, there's a sail at the mall, right?"
"Uh, no. Actually, I just came here to, you know, get a drink…"
"Mhmm. Gabi – you don't drink beer," Troy said with one eyebrow raised.
"Right. Well, it's for Eric, you know. He just got home from work and it was a rough day so I came here to get this and I hope it'll make him feel better…" She was rambling. She only rambled when she was nervous, and Troy knew that. They had dated for 2 years, he knew almost everything about her, and of course he would know her nervous habits.
"Right, well, I'll let you get home then. I wouldn't want Eric to get worried about you."
As soon as he said 'Eric' and 'worried' she took off. Those two words should never be in the same sentence. Whenever Eric was 'worried' about her, it meant she wasn't where she was supposed to be, and that meant Eric had another reason to beat her up.
"So you don't know anything? She hasn't said anything around you. Even a slight little hint?"
"No. Troy, I already told you; she hasn't mentioned anything. But, I'm a little worried about her too. We went shopping the other day, and she refused to let us see her in her new dress. But, I did get a glimpse and she's covered in bruises. She tries to hide it, but they're on her arms and her back –"
"Yeah, she has a new one now too; on her cheek," Troy interrupted.
"Hmm, well, I'll ask her tomorrow, okay?"
"Yeah, sure. Thanks Taylor."
"No problem, bye."
"Bye," Troy sighed as he hung up: what on Earth was going on with Gabriella?
Thud!
Gabriella whimpered as she slid off the wall and onto the floor. "Eric, please stop. I promise; I'll never be late again."
"What were you doing out there?! Oh, I know! Sleeping with other men – you're such a worthless slut. Am I not good enough for you, or something?!"
"No, I swear. I would never –"
She was cut off by Eric kicking her in the stomach.
"Go upstairs. Put on that outfit I bought you the other day. Wait for me to get up there; I want a really good time tonight. No complaining from you. Understood?"
"Yes," she said.
Gabriella got up and walked up the stairs with much difficulty. She went into their room and looked in the closet. There it was – it had never been worn. She took it off the hanger and looked at it with disgust. She usually didn't mind lingerie, but this was a different case – it was the skimpiest thing she had ever seen. She might as well have not worn anything. But, of course, Eric liked her to give him a 'fashion show' before taking him inside her.
She put it on and lay down on the bed. She could hear him coming up the stairs and quickly got ready for the torture that was about to come.
He walked through the door and smiled; "Now this is more like it." He stood there. It was almost like he was waiting for something.
She stood up, knowing what he wanted. She strutted towards him and he pulled her the rest of the way.
That was it. He would have his way with her again. Like every other time they did this. She couldn't stop it. He was too strong.
But, even though she knew what was about to come, she didn't think about the pain he was inflicting upon her. All she thought about was what it would be like to really be loved. To know what love really felt like. Love wasn't this. She had only felt real love once.
And that was with Troy.
AN: Well, that's the second chapter. Is it okay? I wanted it to be longer, but I couldn't find a way. I think the next chapter will be about the girls' trip to the mall.
Should Gabriella tell Taylor? Or someone else? Should the girls' see Eric doing something to her? I can pick, but you're reading it, so you have a say. Thanxx.
