Abuse

\Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Gabriella's POV

I sat in last period, global. My teacher was ranting on about something, but to my interest right now was the floor. I found it interesting. I looked up when I felt someone poking me in my back. I turned around and saw Troy handing me a note. I took it from his tan, soft hands. Turning around in my seat I opened the note and started to read it. he wanted me to meet with him on the roof after last period, which was ending in five minutes. I sighed inside my head trying to figure out of I should go or not.

If I went he would probably ask questions and I wasn't in the mood. I really wasn't the whole day the teachers were asking me if I was ok and things. I told them the same thing over and over again, I'm fine. I looked up at the teacher who was now trying to get the students to calm down because of an argument they had started.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

I grabbed my head with only hearing the clock and its ticking. I started to panic. What if I passed out again and they took me to the hospital. I shook my head a little and opened my eyes. I could hear everyone again and no sign of the ticking in my head. The bell let out its last ring for the day. I gathered my books and bag and went straight to my locker. I went to my locker and got everything I needed to go home with. I closed my locker and looked around. Everyone was gone.

I leaned my head against my locker wondering I should go or not. I turned and started heading to a flight of stairs and walking up them. Soon I was turning in halls and walking up stairs and finally I felt a breeze. I closed my eyes and opened them walking up the stairs. I turned and saw Troy sitting on the bench reading. I walked up to him folding my arms under my chest. He looked up and smiled and I couldn't help and return that smile. He slid his book bag onto the floor and I took the bag's place.

"So what did you need?" I asked as I looked at the plants that surrounded us.

"Well, I was wondering why you left the hospital. You know that isn't good for you." My head snapped towards him. When did he become my doctor?

"Excuse me." I said looking at him.

"Well, what I meant wa-."

"No, your not my doctor nor my mother to tell me what's good for me and not." I said to him. His head went down looking at the ground ashamed.

"Is that what you needed me for?" I asked him.

"No my parents were still wondering if your parents could come to that bar thing tonight." He asked looking back into my eyes as my eyes darted to the ground.

"No my mom wants me to stay home after yesterday. My dad, well he doesn't live with us as you know." I said lying.

"Oh, well can I ask you something?" I nodded my head and licked my lips as they felt dry.

"What's with you not eating?" he asked. (ok listen to me carefully at the end of this chapter you HAVE to read the a NOTE if you don't then you will not understand the story.)

"It's nothing."

"Well, it's something, Gabi, you've lost weight."

"Troy, stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it! The first day of school you told me not to say anything, not to do anything and grabbed my arm, bruising it! Now you're acting all caringly." I yelled standing up.

"I told you I was tired that day. I know it wasn't the best thing, but I'm sorry. I care about you, Gabi."

I care about you, Gabi.

Thos five words cut through my heart. It wasn't like the cuts that went through my heart it was a gentle cut. A cut that was trying to make me feel loved. My mouth parted as if I was going to say something, but no words came out. What could I say? I never was loved. Never loved, nor cared of. I looked at the ground, but his hand took my chin and made my face and my eyes look into his. His smile…

"I'll…I'll see you Monday." I said clearing my throat running down the stairs. I ran out of the school and ran home.

I closed the front door and slid down it. My hand resting on my stomach. I was tired and I didn't know what to do. What do I do? Did my mother know about this? I'm not sure she does. I heard noise coming from upstairs. Walking up them quietly I saw my bedroom door open. I ran up the rest and went into my room. It was trash. I walked in and bent down. I picked up a broken picture farm of my mother and grandma. Of course I was only three then. My mother never drank then and she loved me there too.

"You whore." I turned around surprised to hear my mother's voice. I turned around standing up. She was standing by my door holding up my medical board.

"Your pregnant." she yelled at me. I could see the anger in her eyes. It was the anger that she had the night she broke five ribs, arm and my leg, but somehow the anger glowed more in her eyes. It was worse then that night. I started backing up as she started walking towards me.

"You fucken slut, you had sex?"

"I didn't have sex! I was raped six times!" I yelled at her. I didn't notice I had tears running down my cheek till I tasted the salty water in my mouth and n my tongue. I felt a sting on my cheek and my head turned to the left, after my mother slapped me. I turned my head and looked at her letting out a sob.

"Never, ever speak to me in that way." She said pointing a finger at me. A minute passed and she grabbed my arm.

"Do you hear me?" I nodded my head quickly.

"Who's the father?"

"I don't know." I said quietly.

"So you prove you are a slut." She said looking at me.

"Like your father." She sneered letting go of my arm.

"Now who's the father?"

"I don't know! Ask one of the men you let me rape every other night! Ask them! You never came to my aid when I yelled for you! I don't know! I'm sixteen and pregnant for what? What did I do? I did nothing! All I did was yell for my own mother's help, but you never came!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Tears streaming down my face I looked at her.

"You ungrateful child. I kept you and I let those men rape you because I love you." She said.

"Because you love me? Because she loves me people. I rather die then stand here next to you!" I yelled her. I pushed the limit and now I was going to pay.

She grabbed my ear and pulled it. She walked out of my room with me following. She threw me against the wall and I slumped to the floor. My back hurt. I was now on my fours trying to get up, but she kicked me in the ribs. She gave me a couple of good kicks and then that's when she kicked me hard that I started rolling down the stairs. Finally my body hit the floor with a thump.

"Well, sweetie, then let that child you have die first and save it the trouble for being raised by a fat, slut like yourself." She said from the top and turning away. I cried as she turned the lights off.

The only lights that were on were the sun rays that leaked through the curtains that were closed. I cried for an hour I think before getting up. Once I was half ways up the stairs the door bell rung and I wasn't intending to go down. It hurt too much to breath.

"Who is it?" I yelled from my spot trying to sound cheerful.

"Gabriella, it's me, Chad, Taylor and Troy!" I hard Chad yell. I looked at my mother's door. It didn't open and I looked down at myself. I looked alright. I looked as if I just got out of bed with my crumpled cloths. I slowly walked down the stairs and opened the door. I didn't know what my face looked like. I stepped outside closing the door behind me as I did. I looked at the three people.

"Hey, what's up?" Chad said giving me a hug. I closed my eyes, but then opened them widely and backed away from him against my door. He looked at me weirdly, but then smiled.

"So we were wondering if you wanted to come over to my house. We always have movie night at my house on Fridays, want to come?" Troy asked looking at me. I looked at Troy and Chad and then at Taylor. I never knew they were friends.

"Uh, well I would love too, but-."

"No you can't get your way out of this. You have to come. We want you to meet some people." Taylor said.

"Ok, when?" I asked.

"Well, now." Taylor said shrugging.

"Ok, let me go get changed. Just wait here."

"Oh, and bring pajama's!" Taylor yelled as I walked in. I nodded my head and ran up stairs. My body was aching and so was my stomach, but I ignored it. I went and packed a bag for over night. I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked almost normal, except that my eyes were puffy and I was preg-. I looked down at me stomach and put my hand on it.

I knew that I was raped and the baby was a product of rape, but I still loved it. My hand went immediately over my stomach, what if my mom killed it? I shook my head and went into my mother's room. She was lying in bed watching T.V.

"Mother, I'm going out." I said looking at her. She brought the wine she had in her hands and took a sip.

"Good and don't come home tonight, I'm throwing a party." I nodded my head and closed the door. I walked down the stairs ignoring my body's protest. I put on the fakest, but realistic smile and opened the front door and closed it.

We walked a couple of blocks to Troy's house and finally opened the door to reveal six sleeping bags on the living room floor. We walked in and saw three people sitting on the ground talking.

(OK, KELSI and JASON WILL NOT BE IN THIS! I'M NOT SURE, BUT I DON'T THINK THEY WILL!)

"Hey, what's up!" Chad yelled giving the blond hair boy with a hat on a high five and same with the guy that had his arm wrapped around a blond girl.

"Chad calm down." I heard Mr. Bolton's voice yell. My eyes widened, he was at the hospital. What if he and his wife asked questions?

"Hi, my name is Sharpay Evan and this is my twin Ryan." The blond girl was now in front of me and I jumped a little. I held my hand out and she shook it. She gave a smile and giggle and then sat down next to her boyfriend I guess.

I looked at Troy who was laughing along with Taylor.

"My name's Zeke, Sharpay's boyfriend." The guy said from his seat. I nodded my head and sat down on the couch slowly. They all started discussing on what movie to watch, finally they voted on. I sat quietly and that's when Mrs. And Mr. Bolton came in. they saw me and I quietly stood up.

"Gabriella, oh my god, we were so worried about you!: Mrs. Bolton said giving me a hug. She laid a hand on my back and I winced, but I wasn't going to let it show.

"Oh my, you have a bump on your back." She said pulling away. I nodded my head.

"Here, Jack go get the first AID kit. Let me look at it." she said looking at me.

"No thanks, my mom looked at it before I left." I said putting my hands up.

"Gabriella, I'm a nurse I just want to check it out." Mrs. Bolton said stepping closer to me.

"NO!" I yelled. She looked startled.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I said covering my mouth as tears ran down my face. I started moving towards the door. I opened it and bolted right out of the house. I was running, but I knew I couldn't go home; my mom was throwing a party. I ran to the park. It was dark, but I was ok. You couldn't call where I lived a home. All you could call it was a dump. I sat on the grass holding my legs to my chest. My body aching from the running. I always ran form home and stayed at the park for the night then I would return home and get beaten up at.

I rocked myself back and forth, back and forth, back and forth….

A/N ok so I want to thank EVERYONE! For the reviewing! I have 92 review and I've only written six chapters! I'm so happy! Haha.

NOTE! Ok so in the last chapter everyone knows about her bruises and cuts, well lets just say that they all forgot about it ok? Because I need them to forget, so they all forgot. Their memory is lost. Lol.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Keep the fantastic reviews coming please:)