LWTB2
Sorry for the wait!:) Plz review..
So, sorry for the wait&for such a short chapter. My boyfriend of over one year and I have been having problems and I got this im saying some really bad stuff he's supposedly doing behind my back. I felt like crawling into a ball and just crying..but instead I put all of my emotions into this chapter& here's what came of it…J please review..it may make me feel better, cause I feel like a huge knife is in my chest right now, cause he's my first Real boyfriend..as in he's the first one that I've ever had feelings for…Poor Gabriella, now I know how she somewhat feels..
No one's POV
So much pain for one small person to endure; Gabriella thought she had endured it all. Her heart should have been a pile of mush within her chest by now from all the times it had been hurt and let down. Mainly all because of Troy Bolton.
She had to admit that her life had gotten somewhat better since she had moved here. Not only had she found true love, but she had found a home full of love, but now things were going downhill once again.
Jason was sneaking his way back into her life, Troy's mood swings were getting worse, and Izzy was coming home and starting Kemo. Sometimes she felt as if she should curl into a ball and cry her eyes out; let all of the pain inside leak out through her many tears she had stored away.
But she, Gabriella Montez, would prove to all of them that she was stronger than that. She, Gabriella Montez, would not be the weak one this time.
She pulled up to the front of the school. Jacob was sleeping in the back, inside of his carseat, pizza stains covered his white shirt. Gabriella sighed as Troy walked out of the building. Her heart thudded against her chest in excitement, yet in pain and disappointment.
"Hey," he smiled as he hopped into her car. "You okay?" She glanced over at him, her eyes puffy and her cheeks stained with tears."Brie?"
"When will you stop? When will she stop? When will ALL OF THIS FUCKING SHIT JUST STOP?!" She began to cry again, biting the inside of her jaw, trying so hard to silence her own cries so her son wouldn't wake up to see her this way.
"What are you talking about?" He demanded, blue eyes wide in disbelief at the mess she was.
Gabriella cursed herself internally. She was doing the exact thing she had just promised herself she wouldn't do; break down in front of him.
She took a deep breath and wiped her tears away.
"Nothing," She spoke numbly, convincingly. "Just you and your fuck buddies. God, Troy." She scoffed. "Have you still not given up on that kind of lifestyle? Or do you just not give a damn what people think of you or if you die from an STD?"
"Jesus, Gabriella, I'm not going to die of an STD, because I've done nothing to get one, at least not after you've moved here."
She stared deep into his ice blue eyes and for a moment she thought she saw a small glint of truth.
"Just…..don't." She whispered. "Don't talk right now. I need to think..I need to breathe..I can't…" She drew in a shaky breath. She turned the engine over and put the vehicle in drive.
Troy gave up and settled into the seat, buckling his seat belt in the process. Tears began to flood her vision as the memory came back..
'Momma, I want another swice of pwizza..' Jacob cooed and reached across the table to snatch the piece from Gabriella's hand.
'Don't you think you've had enough?' She laughed, and finally handed him the smallest slice left. Right now she felt peaceful and happy. Being here, alone with her son made her feel like a normal teenager. Well, maybe a normal teenage mom.
"Nope." Jacob popped his lips together and bit down on the pizza. She stared at him lovingly.
"Jake," She began. He stared down at his pizza, picking off a piece of burnt pepperoni. "Jake, look at me." Her voice was a little louder, yet still sweet and caring.
His eyes drifted up to her sad face.
"I love you," She whispered. "You know that, don't you?" Jacob nodded.
"Of course I do, momma..why??" Jacob's eyes grew wide.
"Someday, you're going to find out that something bad happened to mommy and that, that bad thing helped make you. I never, ever want you to think its your fault or that I hate you for those reasons..cause no matter what, I will always love you…" It was hard for her to talk about her rape to her son. Its true Jacob wasn't conceived out of love, but he was still a part of her and nothing would change that.
Jacob looked up at her in confusion.."Well, I love you too, momma. But you know what??"
"What?" She questioned and crossed her arms across her chest.
"I like you when you give me pizza.." He giggled and held out his hand.
Gabriella giggled and rolled her eyes. "That's enough for one day or you'll be constipated."
Gabriella pulled her cellphone out of her pocket as soon as it vibrated.
As she opened the message, a photo of Troy and Sharpay came up. Sharpay was wrapped tightly in Troy's arms, their lips crushed together. To Gabriella they looked perfectly happy and in love. Gabriella knew in her heart that this was an older photo of when they were the 'it' couple, but she still couldn't deny the passion in their kiss. Troy had told her, once, that he was in love with Sharpay, but not the same kind of love he has for her.
Her heart sank. Who could she trust now?
Gabriella pulled into the hospital parking lot; a rush of different emotions sweeping through her small frame.
"I want you to tell me all you can about this photo, Troy." She spoke, handing him her cell phone. "You guys looked happy."
Troy scanned his eyes over the screen and sighed. "That's just a memory, Gabriella, and nothing more. I don't feel anything for her anymore. To be honest, I don't think I ever was INLOVE with her; it was just a crush."
Gabriella sat quietly, looking into the rearview mirror and watching the rise and fall of Jacob's sleeping body.
"I'm so scared, Troy." She whimpered. "I'm so scared that Jason might know the number one way to hurt me. Jacob. If I ever lost him or you…" Her eyes finally turn to look at Troy's face. "I'd die."
Their eyes lock for a moment, intense heat coursing through both their bodies.
"I-I better wake Jake so we can go get your mom." Gabriella unbuckled the seatbelt and got out.
"W-wait, Brie," Troy hopped out of the vehicle and ran to her side. She turned, startled, and her eyes connected with his. The same heat she always felt when she looked at him began to rush through her body once again. Her toes began to tingle, making her feet go numb.
"What?" She breathed. "I have to get Jake up so we can go get Isabella." Just saying her name made Gabriella's eyes burn. Knowing she was sick was hard, but knowing she wouldn't be in her life much longer was just the icing on top of the cake.
"I need to talk to you for just one second, without a kid being around. Just us."
Gabriella's face set into a grimace, but she pushed away the thought of how cruel that statement sounded.
"Okay, no kid. What do you want to talk about?" She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed.
"I have to—ugh. This is so hard to tell someone, especially you. It's embarrassing, because I'm too bold---" Gabriella cut him off midsentence.
"Troy, whatever it is, just say it. I don't have all day and neither does your mom, so either keep it to yourself or push away your boldness and tell me." She began to tap her foot against the concrete, one of her many signs of irritation.
"Okay. I'm scared,too. I'm scared shitless and I don't know if I can handle this." He sighed, his eyes traveling to the ground and back up to her face. "Brie, she's my mom and I've never treated her right. I've always been so hateful towards her and here you are wishing you still had your mom, and now I'm losing the one I do have.."
Suddenly her arms were wrapped around his waist, comforting him. He found his arms doing the same, holding her to him, leaving no inch of their bodies untouched. He was losing his mom, but he would make sure he wouldn't lose Gabriella, too.
"Troy, I'm so sorry. I can't tell you it will go away, cause the pain never does. You learn to live around it and focus on the things you have rather than what you've lost. For me that was Jacob." She pulled away slightly to look into his eyes. "I can't say I know exactly what you're going through, but I do know what it's like to lose someone that you love."
"Just promise me that I won't lose you, too." He whispered huskily, his eyes still glossy with tears.
"Troy, you know I can't promise that something won't go wrong and leave us separated. I can't predict our future, but I can promise you that I will do my best to help you through this and not leave you." She smiled.
He nodded and let go of her waist. Gently he leaned in and let his lips press softly to her forehead.
She closed her eyes and sighed, then turned and opened the car door.
"Jake, wake up." She nudged his foot softly. "We have to go get Izzy." She unbuckled the half-sleeping child and threw him onto her hip. She cradled him gently to her chest and paused to feel his soft heartbeat hammer from his chest to hers.
"You're a good mother, Gabriella." Troy smiled. She looked up at him and shrugged.
"I try to be, but sometimes I feel like a failure. I'm hardly ever with him anymore; it's always school first and I feel it should always be your child." She gripped onto his frame tighter. "I want the best for him."
"You're giving him the best by just showing him that you love him." Troy held out his hand and she placed her free one in his.
"I hope you're right." She whispered as they approached the hospital doors.
"Aren't I always?" He teased sarcastically. She giggled and they both stopped walking.
"Are you ready to go in there?" She asked him quietly, peering up at the big sign that said Albuquerque State Hospital. Her stomach did a flip-flop as he squeezed her hand tighter.
"As ready as I'll ever be." He mumbled and glanced over at her olive-toned face. She turned to glance at him, their eyes meeting again.
"Me too, and Troy?" She choked. Her chocolate eyes staring deep into his ocean blue.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"I just want you to know…you're not alone."
"Thanks." He smiled and together the three of them entered, for once holding that special bond of a true family.
