Chapter Eight
The next day came and it was the middle of the afternoon I was hanging out with Troy in the park. We were walking around, enjoying the summer sun and the laughing of children playing. The birds chirping and the winds breeze as we ate our ice cream cones. It had been such a long time since we had a good laugh or time together. I was enjoying every bit of it. To be honest it did feel like the old days, just us and our friendship. I never wanted it to come to an end, but I knew something would ruin it. Everything was perfect or it seemed. At least in that moment with him it did.
"So college? Stanford?" He smiled as he took another lick at his vanilla ice cream.
"Yup, Stanford." I nodded with a grin.
"Still can't believe you wanna go there." He shook his head. "You could go to Yale or Harvard."
"I know, but my dad went there an-"
"Yeah, I know. I will never understand why you wanna follow in that bastards foot steps."
"Troy." I stopped and he did too. "Really?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't wrap my head around why you even would wanna make him proud." He took a bite into the cone.
"I might not understand it myself, but he was still my dad." I frown and look down.
"I get it Gabs." He put his hand on my arm and rubbed it soothingly.
"On to a happier subject.." I looked up at him. "What are you gonna do?"
"What do you mean?" He scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion.
"Stay here, go to college, find a job?" I shrugged. "What?"
"Not sure just yet." He finished the last bit of his cone off.
"How're you even affording to stay in a hotel anyways?" I start walking again as does he.
"Brother." He looked to me then ahead.
"Oh.." I nodded.
"Yeah, oh." He licked his lips
"Y'know I'm suppose to go see my mom today, wanna join?" I flash a small smile at him.
"Nah, maybe some other time." He smiled back.
"Alright, if you say so. She apparently has some news." I roll my eyes.
"Should be interesting." He laughed.
"Oh definitely." I giggled.
It was three thirty in the afternoon and I was at my mothers having a snack and some lemonade with her in the backyard. We were sitting at the picnic table and chatting about what I'm planning to do the rest of summer, what I'm going to do when I get to college. Talking about how's the apartment and Kylie and Darren. Even Troy popped into the conversation. It was all and all a good chat, everything was fine and well. But then again she hadn't discussed her big news just yet. It could be anything with my mother. From getting a new job, to moving out of state or even surprising me with an arranged marriage for Christ sake. She was and always would be unpredictable.
"So mom, the news you wanted to tell me?" I took a sip of my lemonade which was always refreshing.
"Oh, yes that." She nodded and set her glass down.
"What is it?" I set my glass down as well and set my hands in my lap.
"Well, you know how I go to the club with my girls every now and then right?"
"Yeah." I nodded.
"Well Sunday I had bumped into an old friend of mine. Jack O'donnell." She smiled.
"Okay? And?" I was confused as what this had to do with anything.
"He and I got caught up and he's so nice Gabriella." She gushed. "
"There a point here?"
"Well.. he asked me out and I said yes." She grinned ear to ear.
"What?" I pushed my hair behind my ear and my mouth went to a grim line.
"We're going out on a date. Isn't that fun." She smiled nervously.
"Why?" I shook my head. "No, it's not fun."
"Gabby, hunny-"
"No, why would you even wanna date?" I stood up.
"Well it's been a while and I just think it's time to start again." She explained and stood as well.
"Yeah? I don't think it's such an amazing idea." I argued.
"Gabriella, I know but not every guy is going to be like your father." She walked over to me.
"You mean abusive and horrible?" I ran my hand through my hair. "Yeah, how could you know?"
"He's a nice man."
"So? Didn't you think dad was nice too when you met him?" I rolled my eyes.
"Of course, Gabby I can't be afraid to.. to live my life."
"You mean sleep around." I faked a smile and stormed into the house.
"Why are you acting this way?!" She stormed in after me.
"Well you did it once why shouldn't you do it again?"
"That was a long time ago." She took hold of my arm.
"Try three years ago." I yanked it away. "You and dad did deserve each other."
"Gabriella!" She shouted in anger.
"You don't deserve any better." I grabbed my sweater that laid on the chair and walked out slamming the door behind me.
The blood dripped to the floor as I finished another cut. The razor was covered in blood and I threw it across the room. I was a wreck. I watched the blood pour out of each cut and I felt comfort in it. I grabbed a tissue from the toilet paper roll and dabbed it on the cuts. I bit my lip as more tears shed from my eyes. I could never understand why it gave me such a relief from my pain. It just did. It was a pain I could control. My free will. It made me feel alive, made me feel real. The physical pain took away from the mental pain. I heard a voice and I looked to the door and wiped my tears with my sleeve. The door wasn't locked and I really didn't give a fuck then. The door opened and in came Troy. In an instant he was at my side.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" He yelled in anger. Grabbing the tissue from my hand and covering over the cuts.
"I'm sorry." I spoke softly as he helped me to my feet.
"Are you insane?" He grabbed a wash cloth from the counter and wet it, then put it on my wrist and had me hold it there.
"Yes.." I replied.
He walked me into my bedroom, I sat on the edge of my bed. He kneeled down in front of me and took the wash cloth. He patted the cuts cautiously as he licked his lips. I stared at him as he did so and wanted nothing more then for him to just look at me. Look into my eyes and be close to me. Troy let out a heavy sigh as he continued. I reached my hand out and touched his cheek with my fingertips, then pulled them back. He looked up at me and our eyes connected. There was hurt.. confusion.. anger in his eyes. He looked so vulnerable when I'm the one who should be playing that part in this situation. He removed the wash cloth and set it to the floor. He leaned down and kissed my wrist and each of the cuts. They were still bleeding but not as much. I gasped at the feel of his lips on my skin.
"Troy.." I managed to get out and he looked at me.
His lips had some blood on them and for some ridiculous reason I wanted to kiss them. He moved closer toward me and I held my breath. His hand rested upon my cheek and I bit my lip as he moved his face closer to mine. Troy leaned his forehead against mine, our noses were touching. His hand went from my cheek to my waist. I knew it was wrong, but I pushed all my negative thoughts to the back of my head. I wanted him, I needed him. Now more than ever. His lips on mine.
"I love you.." He whispered.
That was all I needed to make me grab his neck and connect our lips. His were as soft and warm as I remembered. Nothing about him has changed and I loved that. He kissed me softly at first but then he got more into it and it became more passionate. My heart was beating 100 MPH, I knew his was too. Thsi was actually happening. I laid back on the bed as he climbed on top of me and our lips never parted. He was hovering over me and I had my hands in his hair. Soon we came up for air, but our lips were inches apart. Our breathing was heavy and all I cared about was kissing him again. His lips crashed down onto mine and I moaned as he ran his hand down my side, under my shirt. His tongue licked my bottom lip asking for entrance which I gladly gave him. His tongue invaded my mouth, our tongues played together. My hands ran under his shirt feeling his body and his lips detached from mine. He looked at me for a brief moment then started kissing my neck. I tilted my head to the side and closed my eyes. It felt right, but was wrong. I didn't care in that moment though, he made me forget everything. With him everything was perfect.
"I'm so glad this is happening." He whispered against my neck, I could feel his hot breath.
"Mmm." I nodded.
"God, I want you so fucking bad." He crawled down my body and lifted my shirt.
"What're you doing?" I looked down at him.
"Shh." He smirked. His lips kissed my stomach and around my navel.
"Ohh." I laid back down and enjoyed every kiss and lick. His lips moved higher and higher until they came to my breasts. He bit his lip and slide his hand around to my clasp. Once he was about to undo it, my cell phone started to ring. I ignored it and he smiled. He leaned down and kissed right below my bra. My phone began ringing again and we both groaned in irritation.
"Can you just shut that fucking thing off?" He snapped.
"Alright." I crawled off the bed and over to my purse. I took out my phone and seen Darren's name on the caller ID. "Shit."
"What?" Troy looked at me.
"Nothing." I pressed the ignore button and threw it in my purse.
"Then where were." He walked over to me and pulled me close.
"Nowhere." i pushed him away.
"What?" He looked at me in confusion.
"I have to go.." I grabbed my purse. "I'm sorry."
"What the hell Brie?!" His nostrils flared and I knew he was pissed.
"You can let yourself out, bye." I walked out of my room and out of the apartment.
"I love you, Darren." I kissed him back.
"I love you too." He smiled into the kiss.
Aaand there you have it! Drama, drama. lol As you can see Gabriella didn't have such great parents. & don't worry, there will be a Troyella soon. (; maybe.. dundundun. haha. anyways.
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