AN: Hey guys, so I just wanted to tell you that I love you all, and thank you so much to those who reviewed, I smiled after I read everyone of them! Also, I usually update every night, or every other night, it depends on my schedule. Here's chapter seven, I hope it's not confusing or anything. I re-wrote this chapter three times and i am still not happy with it.
"I want you, Gabriella." He sputtered into her ear.
She froze.
Ice pelted through her skin like sharp needles. Her mind spiraled out of control.
Useless.
Unwanted.
She choked on the vile taste of her own spit in her mouth. She felt his hand rise up and finger one of her midnight black curls. "No...no, no you can't." she said shaking her head, causing the dark curls to bounce.
"Brie…" he said his lips tracing along her tan shoulder blade sucking sharply. A tear escaped through her long lashes as she choked.
"Troy, don't." she freed herself from his frightening grasp. But the moment she slid across the car seat she felt like she had jumped into artic waters. She glanced at the boy in the driver's seat. He was staring blankly at her with his full blue eyes, which now resembled the color of a midnight sky.
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"She's going Troy….." his mind yelled at him. "She's getting out of the car, grab her, grab her by the waist and kiss her soft lips…" his mind pestered him. He was tempted to jump on top of her languid body and rub his hardness against her core, but he felt overwhelmed by the moment. He had been turned down by her, yet again.
He felt lost in the cold darkness as her body escaped from his. He watched her small feet clamber from the car as she ran up her front sidewalk, her long hair swaying with the beat of her full round hips. He watched her run from his car, as if it was the devil himself. A sudden urge came over him. God he wanted her.
"Gabriella!" he yelled spinning out of his truck and running towards where she stood, halfway up the sidewalk. He walked as close to her as he could get with out touching her. He felt her warm breath wash over his face. "Brie…" he said, reaching his frozen hand to her blazing cheek. He felt her pure warmth crash over his rigid body.
Her breath pelted his arm, as her cheek leaned into his cold hand. He was being burnt by her touch, and he loved it. Her eyes penetrated into his, and he didn't even feel her body tremble. It was something new, she looked stronger, braver, more in control. She looked…beautiful.
She sighed deeply and shut her eyes, leaning into his calloused hand. He felt his whole body shiver with delight as they stood there in complete silence.
There was no sound. There were no crickets chirping, there wasn't any sound of voices from down the block, the whole earth had stilled and become silent. It was so quiet that it hurt his sensitive ears. The silence cut him and he wanted to push his cold pink lips upon her flaming soft ones.
He could barely hold himself back. "Brie….I…"
Her brown orbs flickered open. Her body thrust towards his, and he felt the softness of her pushed up against his cold frame. "Gabriella?" he asked, her body was still against his and he heard her take a deep breath drinking in the scent of his sweat shirt. He brought his lips down and kissed the top of her head.
"Goodnight Troy." She spoke, suddenly pulling away from him and backing away. She turned on her heel and disappeared behind her front door.
He stood still as he heard a few crickets start to chirp and he heard an angry yell from someone down the street. The world was back in motion.
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The Bolton's kitchen remained silent for what seemed like hours before a raspy voice spoke, "I'm surprised you didn't wake up, Troy." Jack Bolton paused, studying his fourteen-year-old-son's face. "There were sirens and everything." He looked down at his son who was in slump on the floor.
Troy wiped his cheeks and stared up at his father. "How?" he asked trembling. His father knew exactly what Troy meant, he wanted to know what happened and why.
"Troy, no matter what I tell you, you have to remember that it was not because of you." Jack Bolton said sternly, wiping a stray tear from his watery eyes. Troy nodded and leaned his head back against the painted wall. "I was at a meeting late, and I guess you had fallen asleep."
Guilt immediately rushed into Troy's blood system, if he had been awake…
Troy's father stumbled across his thoughts, trying to think of a soft way to state the facts, but he decided to cut right to the chase, "She killed herself Troy, she slit her wrists." Troy's face contorted into pure horror as he stared blankly back at his father. "I don't know why Troy, so don't ask me, but it was not you, Troy, it was not because of you. You and I were the only things she had left, she loved us Troy."
Troy shot up from the ground slamming his fist into the wall, causing his knuckles to overflow with blood. "Fuck! Fucking God damn it!" he yelled screeching and punching uncontrollably at the wall. "Why didn't you wake me up Dad? Why?!" Troy ran towards his father throwing his fists out, connecting them with his father's thick chest. His hands pounded as he screamed in denial. It was his own fault and he knew it. The blood from his knuckles had stained his father's favorite dress shirt.
He wailed and sobbed and punched at his father's strong figure until his energy left him, and his father cradled his small body to his chest and carried into the warm comforts of his bed.
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Every time someone touched her she winced. She felt surrounded by images of her father. Everywhere she looked his face would pop up. She felt her whole body trembling.
She was trying to focus on her new dance in cheerleading and drawing the outline of her face, but her mind kept becoming distorted by the horrifying images of her father. She was in Art, and she was starting her self portrait, but her mind wasn't on the paper. Her mind was filled with horror.
Troy hadn't shown up at school today, which she found peculiar. She had never really seen him miss school before. She craved his presence. The night before, she had finally pressed her whole body up against his to feel the full heated contact of him. Everything about him had been warm, but the most scorching part of his body was located between his thighs. His hardness pressed against her cold thighs had caused pleasure to seer through her mind. And that was just through his jeans and sweatshirt; she could not even imagine the feeling of his hot nakedness.
She had drunk in his scent and felt passion swell through her whole entire body, as she melted.
Without even glancing down at her paper, she quickly turned it in as the bell rang. She picked up her books and started to exit the classroom. "Miss Montez, what in the Lord's name is this?" Mrs. Duncan's voice boomed from behind her.
She parted her mouth to speak when her art teacher held up the paper she had just turned in. It was a hauntingly familiar face. Her stomach clenched along with every other organ in her body. She couldn't speak, and she felt the hot acidic liquid of her stomach start to gurgle up her throat.
"Would you like to explain yourself?" Mrs. Duncan asked showing the paper into Gabriella's pale face. Her Father's haunting face stared back at her. Her eyes squinted shut and she was sure the contents in her stomach were about to come up all over her Art teacher's desk. Her whole skull turned into a thick shell of ice that traveled down her soft body.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't concentrating." She sputtered leaning away from the disturbingly perfect sketch of her father that she had accidentally drawn. Her stomach swayed and her vision blurred as she turned from the classroom and ran down the hall. She needed an escape. She needed Troy.
She quickly ran, her small feet pattering down the halls. Hot liquid started to travel through her throat towards her clenched mouth, as she round the corner.
What she saw next not only caused her lunch to lurch up her throat, almost escaping through her kissable lips, but she held back. But one thing she could hold back was the piercing feeling that stabbed through her gut.
Jealousy.
AN: I hope you enjoyed it! :]
