ITEOAV

ITEOAV

After an hour in 4th period, talking and…actually paying attention in science with troy my mind eased a little. As the bell rang I picked up my heavy books that scored pains all over my body and pushed my stool in under the table.

"Thanks for helping me Gabriella, your really good at this stuff" he complemented me. I smile and put my bag on my shoulder.

"I...Your welcome" I say nervously hoping I said what people usually say when they help. I haven't had someone…thank me, in forever. And again out of fear I rushed out of the room quickly before anything else occurred.

I walked down the halls unnoticed by everyone. I am suddenly pulled into a dark classroom by forceful hands, familiar hands. I spin around in the darkness to make out chase's figure. He is unhappy. I can sense it.

"I hear your new lab partner is Bolton hmm?" he asks though its perfectly clear that he knew. But how?

"Yes" I breathe audibly. I am scared as to what is going to take place in the next few seconds.

"Is that so then? Well what a pity it would be if something were to happen to him" he threatens. He knows that I am skilled in science and triy isn't. he doenst want me to help him. For him to know even one more thing about me in case his dirty secret was out of concealment.

"No! He didn't do anything chase don't-" he cuts me off with a hard slap across my face and my head collides with the closed door behind me. My books flying from my hands, onto the floor as my body follows. It is still too dark to see but I feel a warm liquid on the back of my head. Blood.

"Defending him?!" he spat at me and kicked my side, hard. My stomach burns from lack of food and the kick rekindled pain. I clench my teeth and try to ignore the pain.

"That's it your done today!" he pulls me from the floor leaving behind a small puddle of blood, invisible in the blackened English room. He picks me up over his shoulder and kicks the door open. The bell for 5th period has already rung so no one occupied the halls. How convenient. He storms out of English room 207 and stalks down the hallway with me slung over him.

We exit the building and stray across the parking lot to where his car is parked. Chase opens the trunk of his old beat up Toyota and thrusts me inside. All the scars, bruises, scratches, and other marks ignite in pain as I slam onto the hard surface. He slams the trunk closed leaving me in complete black surroundings.

I feel the car being put in drive and jerk violently along the rodes to his destination. I am flung from side to side in the trunk. Hitting against the hard walls that the small space contains. I am so full of fear and pain and hunger and…everything imaginable.

My rolling, thrusting body comes to a stop indicating that we've arrived. To somewhere I never wanted to go. A nightmare that would haunt me. I hear a car door open then slam shut followed by footsteps. Suddenly the lght blinds me as the trunk pops open and I am grabbed out of it quickly. He slings me over his back again and carries me up a couple cases of out door stairs leading up to apartment buildings. One of them his.

We stop and he fumbles with a doorknob until it clicks open after his key exits the hole. Chase shoves the door poen and once we get inside he immediately closes it. Any chances of someone witnessing this was now at a zero range. Boards coved all the window and the place was pretty much dark except for a lamp in the corner. I don't like it here already. I know I am already a prisoner.

He throws me onto the ground from his back and smirks.

"Don't think I would let this go unnoticed" he says in a low voice that makes me shudder. Silent tears flood my eyes blurring my vision as I try to stop them from leaving my eyes. I cant cry because in his eyes, its weakness.

Chase kicks my hip bone with the heel of his shoe menacingly and drags me to an empty room.

Its dark and cold. I feel weaker and weaker from the blood that I am still losing. Not getting the proper help at the proper time was dangerous. My dark hair is wet with blood by now and so is the back of chase's shirt where my head was resting.

He drags me further into the room where I feel hard wood floor under me. Making me shiver. He picks me up for a split second then chucks me to the floor again. I gasp from all the hurt surfacing through me and my swollen soul.

I can feel his reaction to everything he does to me. Nothing but complete satisfaction.

Its disgusts me but I am just his helpless victim. Maybe not the first…

He walks away leaving me on the floor in utter despair. I feel his presence disappear and hear the small door click against the hinges and about a thousand locks snap and bolt on the door. Keeping me a prisoner for real.

I am too tired to get up and look for an escape. So I just lay on the floor surrounded by my own blood and tears on the cold hard ground beneath me.

Nobody's POV

Troy walked along the halls as he made his way to 6th period English. Thank god he had finally found someone in science that could help him with all the confusing stuff. If it was cool with chase maybe she could tutor him. If his grades didn't improve soon coach Bolton was going to rethink his spot on the team his own father.

No one knew the real secret behind the boltons that troy had to hide. His father wasn't as perfect as people thought he was. Nor was their bond. The truth was that troy wasn't really jack's son and because of that jack disowned him practically.

Troy didn't give a shit what his so called father did. It didn't affect him that much but he needed basketball. It was his life. He couldn't risk losing it.

Troy entered the room only to be stopped by one of the janitors and some kids crowding around what looked like blood…

"What happened?" he asked surprised as the puddle of blood got surrounded by more English students and even the room 207 teacher, Mr. Ferro.

"oh probably just a bloody nose or some kids got into a fight. Nothing I haven't seen" the janitor answered shaking his head and starting to clean it up.

"Oh it looks like a little worse than that" troy guessed cringing at the sight. Having no idea how it got there only hours before.

"Now students Mr. Shaun should have this cleaned up on no time so we should start class before the bell rings and you are all counted tardy for unoccupied seats" he hinted as everyone rushed to sit down. Tory gazed out the window and let his thoughts travel to a certain brunette that he didn't even realize he was day dreaming about.

Back to Gabriella's POV

A song plays into my head slowly as I wince in pain again and again as it continues to wrench at me. Exhaustion is killing me. I am so weak from starvation and beatings that I feel my body losing consciousness.

I feel more blood escape as my vision completely blurs and I slip into an unwelcoming blackness…