Hey guys. This is the companion one-shot that describes some of the background behind Gabriella's personality change.
It's about the reason Bree hates herself. The murder of her mother. The only person that was supporting her through everything.
This may just be the first of many one shots describing Gabi's transformation in Bree and her subsequent downward spiral into depression, drug abuse, partying, and alcohol. Which she is still dealing with in BGC.
Song to listen while reading {Hurricane- 30 seconds to mars}
Or Circle by Flyleaf
Songs literally made me want to write this one-shot and made me cry while writing it. This is just 10x's better with the song playing.
Welcome to Tales of a Teenage Jezebel
Gabriella and her mom were riding in the car having one of their now daily arguments.
"It's nothing mom. Nothing. Just let me deal with it. "
"No mija. You can't deal with it alone anymore. I don't like this new person you've become. We will figure this out together,"
The rain poured outside and the sky rumbled ominously. Something bad was going to happen.
"No mama, I'm almost 18. Let me grow up! God, just let me out! I'll walk!"
Gabriella hopped out and ran down a dark alley in the pouring rain as the car slowed down to a stop sign. Her mother got out and ran after her. She caught up to Gabriella and wrapped her arms around her in a hug.
"Whatever you're going through mija, we can figure it out together. Don't push me away."
A leering voice was heard in the darkness.
"Aww, isn't this just the perfect family moment? Too bad I have to ruin it."
A man came out of the shadows with a gun.
He had greasy grey long hair and cold and unfeeling grey eyes.
He was the reaper.
And he had come to collect.
Maria Montez's eyes widened.
She knew she wouldn't make it out of this alley alive but she'd be damned if her daughter didn't. She squeezed her special, amazing daughter one more time, knowing she would get no more chances.
"I love you mija, remember that. Forever and Always"
Gabriella was confused. Why was her mom saying goodbye? They promised never to use that phrase unless something bad happened, especially since it was the phrase her father always used to say.
But she answered back anyways.
"Forever and Always."
Why was her mom talking like she wouldn't see her again?
She widened her eyes as far as possible. Was her mom about to do what she thought she was?
"No mom, don't! I need you! We can get out together!"
Maria smiled sadly at her daughter, taking in everything about her one last time. Her beautiful, sweet, smart, brave Gabriella.
"Run and don't look back." She instructed her daughter.
She turned back to the murderer.
She turned her most repellant death glare on.
"Don't. You. Dare. Touch. My. Daughter."
The killer just raised his gun and raised his eyebrows.
"Who's gonna stop me?"
Maria was confused as to what he was pointing at when she saw it wasn't aimed at her until she turned around and saw Gabriella inching backwards behind her. No! What was she still doing here! She told her to run, not freeze up!
She heard the cock of the safety and jumped in front of the gun.
BANG!
Gabriella turned around just in time to be hit by a spray of blood.
She froze.
She saw her mother fall down in a graceful arch.
Thump Thump
Saw the killer smile his twisted smile
Thump Thump
Ran over and gathered her mother in her arms
Thump.. Thump
Heard the last words that cut so deep into her heart and would be wedged into her heart and imprinted into her mind forevermore.
Thump...
"I love...you...Mija. I'm...so...proud... of...youu..."
Silence
"NOO!"
"NOT YOU MOMMY! NOT YOU! Please... come back...please... "
Bree looked up, saw that the man had tossed away the gun.
He leered. "Were gonna play for a little while. You're going to be easy pickings. I won't even need the gun."
All she saw was red.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Bree came to.
She was holding the gun. The killer was laying on her and squishing her down, but he was obviously dead. The sticky feeling of his blood on her clothes told her that.
She pushed the killer off of her and sneered at his corpse, disgusted.
"Good riddance, he was a waste of life." She thought.
Bree walked to her beautiful mother, gathered her in her arms, stroked her hair and rocked her back and forth. She could feel that the life had left her already. Staring into faded brown eyes, Bree knew at that moment that her mother was not the only person to die that night. This tragedy would leave claim three lives, even if there was only two corpses to prove it. This night had left behind 3 empty husks, devoid of life, love, and hope.
Bree doesn't know how long she sat there rocking her mother and whispering soft little pleas, but eventually she heard heels clicking, voices, and laughter coming closer. She didn't care. She was numb to it all.
This was all her fault. She was a murderer.
"OH MY GOD!" A female voice screamed.
Bree looked up at the group of young college students, her clothes soaked in blood, holding a dead body, with another one down the alley a little way and forced the words out.
"Help me..."
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