Welcome everyone. I'm glad you're reading this story.

Read my series of oneshots "Seeing Red"

It might help you better understand Bree's frame of mind.

It describes the things Bree went through when she left East High and what caused her to become the person she is today.

This chapter and the next one is dedicated to Evanescence. I LOVE them.

Songs I listened to while writing this: Cloud Nine, Weight of the world, All that I'm living for,Surrender, and Snow White Queen.
All by Evanescence.

I think Weight of the World, And Cloud Nine are going to be on next chapters chapter creation playlist so...get used to them :)

You should listen to Snow white queen and surrender first. I have lyrics mixed into Bree's memories.

Summary: They betrayed her and abandoned her junior year. Now Gabriella is back to East High for Senior year and she's ready to show them what they created .

"Ready or not, here I come."


Welcome to the Bad Girl Chronicles


Bree laid in the little meadow stretched out with the bottle of whisky in one hand, her lyric book in the other, and several other bottles of alcohol, some empty, some not, were scattered near her. They were all within her reach.

Occasionally she would take a long drain of her bottle and write something in her book but besides that she just stared at the bright blue sky as many things she had tried to suppress from her past burst to the surface. Soft little murmurings, light caresses, Angry words, purple bruises, Bright Red blood, Desperate cries for help, it all came flooding back.

The love of her life shouting at her "You lying Bitch! How could you!"

The Gangs Cold Accusing eyes screaming their beliefs "YOU DID IT! HOW COULD YOU!"

An Unknown males warm breath by her ear as she was held down and used. " You belong to me. Your My Snow White Queen."

Scratching words into her skin with a razor, eyes dull and body numb. The physical pain was nothing to the mental and emotional pain she already had.

Being pulled into a motel room with a guy, and closing the door behind her after putting the DO NOT BE DISTURBED sign on the door.
She was going to send the emptiness away for a while, until tommorow at least.

Light caresses all over her body, her eyes unable to open. "There's no where to run, my love. Don't scream."

"I WAS RAPED! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!"

Standing in a scorching hot shower, she had to get the filth off, to get rid of the feeling of hands crawling over her.

Her mothers cold body, empty brown eyes, so like hers, staring back at her.

Purple Bruise on her shoulder and part of her back where she was shoved into a locker by her "best friends"

Someone touching her. "You cant abandon me, you belong to me. There's no escaping me my love."

Reaching toward Maria as she was put into the ambulance, someone screaming distantly in the background

Sitting in a tub fill of water, staring at the light scar on the inside of her bicep. DAMAGED GOODS

Staring at herself in a pond. As she tried to touch the surface her image distorted, briefly showing her with a twisted ugly face and red eyes.
Who was this monster?

The Sibs intervention

"You can't go on like this anymore, Bree." Monique tried to reason.

"I don't need to touch the sky, I just need to feel that High, and you refuse to let me. I will do it, you have to accept it." Bree said.

Bree started laughing, slightly hysterical.

Who knew coming back would bring this much pain?

She thought she had it all under control, that she had gotten past those dark times in Chicago.

She smiled self depracatingly after taking a sip. She was so pathetic.

Well, at least she lots of new material for her songs.

"The only good thing from coming back to East High" She thought

She had already five songs just sitting in this little meadow for the 2 hours getting absolutely smashed.

This place brought back lots of beautiful but now melancholy memories. This was their little hiding spot, her and them. She showed them this place and eventually it became their secret place to get away from the world when it all became to much. Her last memory here was not so good. Oh, the shouting match. She didn't know if the gang still came her but right now she couldn't bring herself to give a damn. If she was lucky, they would have forgotten about this place.

Lady Luck wasn't on her side, Bree found out, as she looked up and saw the gang enter the meadow through the grove and stare down at her.

She just finished off her bottle of whiskey and threw it to the side, staring up at them.

She really needed to be more aware of surroundings.


Troy and the gang ( except for Sam who was at cheer-leading practice) met by his car, still in shock from the scene at lunch.

Ms. Maria, the woman whom they all still regarded as a second mother despite their anger at her daughter was dead?

They all just stood staring at each other until Zeke broke the silence

"Did any of your parents know? Troy? Your moms were the closest."

(Their parents were all close friends.)

Taylor responded, "We can go ask our parents. If anyone knows, it would be your mom Troy. They were best friends."

Troy tried to shake his shock off. "Uh yeah. Okay." He said distractedly.

" Meet in the meadow, you all do remember where it is right?

Seeing the nods, even the reluctant ones, he got in the car.

"Its...2:30 now. Say we meet at the grove in an hour?"

Hearing agreements he drove off toward home.

His parents would tell him if they knew maria died wouldn't they?

They would have gone to her funeral. They didn't hate her, just Gabriella.

...Right?


Lucille Bolton was in the kitchen making a quick meal for her husband, Jack, and son, who would be there in a second. She took a cup of coffee to Jack before asking him the question on her mind.

"Honey, Have you heard anything from Maria? I know she has that..."

she tried to find a word that wasn't to bad. Just thinking about the girl that broke her sons heart and nearly caused him to destroy himself made her blood boil. She loved that girl like a daughter once.

"..floozy to worry about but she promised she would write us. She sent the first message and we replied but she hasn't sent anything back."

Jack looked up thoughtfully.

" No I havent heard anything from her. Her daughter is back in town though. I would ask her but who knows what I would do to her for breaking my boys heart."

She looked up from her own coffee cup to see the fire she still loved so much in his eyes.

She smiled and gave him a quick kiss. She was pouring the coffee in her cup and was adding things in her son came running into the house.

"Mom, Dad! Where are you?"

"In here Honey!" She called.

Her son ran into the room. "Mom, Dad. I have a question."

Lucille sat at the kitchen table and raised her cup to take a sip. She could see him prepare himself for something.

"."

She dropped her coffee into her lap. She jumped up and tried to clean it off. Looking over, she saw her husband doing the same thing.

She prayed, prayed, that she hadn't heard what she thought she just heard.

"Troy...Honey...Say that again this time"

Please god. Let her be wrong.


Troy looked at his parents. From their reactions, he suspected that they didn't know. That none of the parents knew.

He steeled himself and pushed through. Saying what he said before much slower. He had to know.

"Did you know , Gabriella's mom, was dead? And if so... Why didn't you go to her funeral?"

His suspicions were confirmed when both his mom and dad sat down heavily, like all the air had rushed out of them suddenly.

"What.." His dad whispered, dazed. "When did this happen?"

Troy glanced away, not wanting to see his parents grief. " I don't know. The only way I know is because Bree..Oh. I mean Gabriella, told the gang out of anger."

His mom burst into tears and hugged His Dad.

"Why wouldn't we be invited?" She wondered.

She suddenly stood up in anger, willing to blame someone for her grief.

"It was that girl wasn't it! She didn't want us to come! Why does she want to hurt us! Hasn't she done enough to hurt our family"

She collapsed again, grabbing on to Jack tightly.

Troy looked at the clock, feeling his own tears coming.

3:00 It read.

He got up, he wasn't even aware he had sat down.

"I have to go meet the gang" He told his parents and left, not knowing if they heard him.


Troy met the rest of the gang met at the secret tree grove.

It was in a abandoned and unused park about a mile from where Gabriella lived. She found it when she was going for a run one day and a dog started chasing her. She went through this hole in the fence behind this huge tree. After that, she entered this grove of trees. About five minutes in, dead in the center, there is a circle of trees. In the middle is a beautiful meadow.

In the summer, It's full of wild flowers, daffodils, daises, tulips, roses, and many more flowers of all kinds. They had a rough day at school and she showed them this place where they could just relax. This became there secret hiding spot before everything collapsed.

Troy lead the way through the fence and into the grove, all of them thinking silently of the conversation that they would have in the meadow and dreading it.

The sight they came upon was one that would not have suspected.

There, streched out in the middle of the meadow was Bree, who was humming softly. She had multiple bottles of alcohol surrounding her including Barracuda, Jack Daniels, and Vodka. There was a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a book with a pen acting for a page marker was in the other. She drained the last of the whiskey and threw the bottle to the side.

Looking up at the gang, they could see that her eyes were red, puffy, and slightly unfocused.

She frowned and stopped humming. "What are you lot doing here?" She asked them.

Chad summed up the East High students thoughts in three words.

"What. The. Fuck."


Read and Review. Love to know what you think.

Confrontation next chapter.

What will the gang have to say to Bree?

And sorry for the shorter length. I promise the next one will be longer.