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Disclaimer- Yes HSM is now MINE I had a little "chat" with Kenny and now he swimming with the fishies! JK!! I don't own it though Zac Efron wouldn't be a bad birthday present :P
Chapter 2- I'm Sorry
The rest of the day went by like a blur. Troy was a bit out of it after the 'Cathy Incident'. He couldn't get Gabriella's face out of his mind. No matter how hard he tried, her fear stricken face, thought beautiful, haunted him. It was like seeing a terrified five year old. She seemed so naïve, and innocent. He knew there was a second cause for her fear and hurt, and he was determined to find out what it was.
When Troy got home he wanted to ask his mom some questions about girls and stuff. He thought about asking his dad about Gabriella and what he knew about her, but he was never really close to his dad.
Troy walked into his kitchen, smelling an amazing dinner that she was cooking. His mother was an extremely successful chef in a famous restaurant and sometimes traveled, leaving Troy with a basketball filled week with his father. His mother kept his father inline. Making sure that he never pushed Troy too hard. Troy's mother's father was a doctor, so Katie (Troy's mom) grew up with good nutrition and a lot of good information on what teenaged bodies could handle. Troy sighed happily as he let the aroma take over him. He loved his mothers warmness, her kindness radiated off of her. She was one of the most maternal people he knew. That's why he usually talked to her when he had a problem.
Katie Bolton was at the stove, as usual, putting herbs into the large pot on the stovetop. Troy leaned against the countertop. "Hey mom?" Troy asked.
Katie turned around, and smiled at her son. "Yes, dear?", she asked back wiping her hands on a dish towel.
Troy hesitated at first, the sighed and continued, "I-How-Wha-",Troy stammered not sure hw to state his question. He sighed again and opened his mouth to speak but his mother interrupted him.
"You are having trouble understanding a girl, aren't you?", his mother asked knowingly.
Troy looked astonished and nodded, "How did you know?", he asked.
His mother smiled, "You're 16, it's kind of expected for you to have a question about a girl. I mean you're growing up, hormones kicking in-" she was interrupted by her son.
"Mom", Troy whined.
She chuckled and continued, "…And you want to know what she's thinking, what's going on, things like that?" She clarified.
"Yes, everyone says guys are clueless. I don't want to be clueless." Troy laughed a little bit, as did his mother. "And, this girl is very…", Troy paused trying to think of the right word, "different.", Troy said. "She's not like the rest of the other girls, she never fawns over me. Come to think if it she never really even acknowledges my existence. She keeps to herself. She always seems so troubled, and scared."
"Well," his mother began, "girls at this age are very self-conscious and try to not have anyone look at them, others will try too hard and wear a lot of makeup, others might keep to themselves because they don't want to get made fun of them." she explained.
"Doesn't stop people from tormenting her." Troy said under his breath not intending for his mom to hear.
But regardless she heard, "What?" she questioned.
"Nothing, never mind. But why does she always look so sad, and vulnerable?" he asked.
"Well, girls your age are vulnerable. They are extremely naïve, and she is probably scared that someone will take advantage of her state." she tried to explain to him as best she could.
Troy nodded still not fully understanding. "But she'd gorgeous! Why be so insecure?" he asked
"She doesn't think she is beautiful, maybe you should try telling her that." she suggested.
Troy looked at his mother as if she had 3 heads "Oh, yea sure, I'm just going to walk right up to her out of nowhere and say 'Oh by the way your beautiful'. Yea that would totally work." Troy said sarcastically. " More like creep her out. I am not doing that."
Mrs. Bolton sighed. "Alright, well I hope I help a little bit. You can always ask me more questions, I am always open to answering them." She smiled, "Now go wash up, dinner will be read soon" She told her son.
Troy nodded and went to the washroom, and wondered what Gabriella was doing at this moment.
At the Montez residence Dave, Marie, and Gabriella were trying to have a civilized dinner. But all hope was lost when Dave saw that Gabriella didn't cover up her marks from the pervious night.
"Gabriella?" He asked harshly. Gabriella looked up at him and saw his intense glare. A wave of fear washed over her as she responded,
"Yes?", she replied timidly closing her eyes hoping that it would be nothing. Silently praying that it wouldn't be to bad tonight.
"Look at your arm," He instructed, she did so and looked at him wide eyed, and gulped loudly. "What have I told you about covering things up?!" he scolded her. Gabriella jumped in her seat out of fear.
"Dave, please, not now, we have all had long-" Marie was interrupted.
"Oh, shut up Marie! You know as well as I do that she gets what she deserves." Dave said staring at Gabriella.
Gabriella looked down in shame. She used to be able to block out all the times she was told she was a mistake, or worthless. Or when she was told she should get worse then what she gets, but she is getting what she deserved. Or that if she was never born then he father would still be alive. After hearing it for the past 2 years she fully believed everything they told her. She believed she was worthless, that she killed her father and caused her mother so much pain. The way she was treated didn't help her situation. She finally decided to just not let anyone in, not trust anyone, and not talk or react to anything. She wouldn't give them anything that they could use to break her even more.
Dave stood up forcefully knocking over his chair in the process. "Upstairs" he demanded to Gabriella. She was too scared to move. "NOW!", he screamed. She got up and started to walk towards the stairs. She was almost there when she felt him grab her hair and push her forward, then hitting the wooded steps hard. She could feel the bruises forming already. She tried to get up but she couldn't, the pain was too much.
'Oh great, I wonder how bad it's going to be tonight if I can't even get up now! Oh Lord, please, help me" she silently prayed.
"GET UP!", Dave yelled. She still couldn't move, though she tried. The she winced as he grabbed her hair again, and pulled her up. "If you can't get up now just wait till I'm finished with you, you little slut.", he whispered harshly in her ear.
He pulled her up the stairs and threw her against her bedroom door, her back hitting the doorknob. She took a sharp breath. She sank to the floor awaiting for another blow but Dave was nowhere to be found. She took a silent sigh of relief and opened her door and locked it. She walked to her bed and sat down, she looked at her bedside table and saw a picture of he father. The man she believed she killed. Se took the picture, gingerly, in her hands and looked at it admiringly. She trace the picture with her finger, "I'm sorry daddy.", she whispered in a small voice. Tears peeked her eyes. "I'm so, so sorry." she whispered again her voice shaking. She hugged the photo close to her chest, letting the tears fall, letting out all of her emotion form today.
She would always cry in her room. She hated crying in public, she hated anything that makes her look weak. That's one of the reasons she never lets anyone in, if they saw her crying, and they asked what was wrong and she told them, they would have something on her that they could use. She also hated the was crying made her feel. It felt like you were giving in, or like you were letting them get the best of you.
She was brought out of her thoughts by banging on the door. "You open this door right now or else, you little tart!" Dave yelled slurring his words. He was surely drunk. Gabriella didn't move. She tried to block him out. The banging on the door continued. Then she heard the door bust open, and Dave stumble in drunk as ever. Gabriella quickly put the picture frame back on the table, and sat still.
"You think you can get rid of me by just locking your door?" he asked, Gabriella didn't dare move or speak. "You really are as dumb as you look, you meaningless bitch!" he continued and slapped her across the face. Gabriella let out a small whimper of pain. "It's all your fault! Your mother CRIES every night because of you!", he yelled pushing her off the bed kicking her multiple times.
"I'm sorry", Gabriella said in a small voice.
"Do you really think that saying sorry is going to make anything better?! You say it every night, but does that make your father come back?! Does that make your mother happy?!", he screamed. Pulling her up and throwing her against the wall then grabbing her face, "Nothing will ever make what you did ok. Nothing! No one cares how sorry you are! You're still the same murderer that you will always be!" he spoke harshly. The beating continued until Gabriella was almost unconscious. Dave had long left and she was on the floor crying.
"I'm sorry", she spoke out into the silence.
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Well that was really sad to write. I hope you liked it, I don't know where it all came from I was reading Twilight (best book ever) then I saw my laptop and I decided to just write lol I was up till like one in the morning typing this so I hope you liked it I'll try to update again soon.
