"Gabriella… is this true?" My father asked, standing next to my mother, who was staring down at the floor with a look of disbelief. In this light, it almost looked as if she was smiling… "We both came home from work as soon as Callum called, telling us you'd left school early, and this is what we find." I still stayed completely silent. "Is it true?!" My dad roared, and I flinched.
I turned, staring at Troy, panicked. He nodded slightly to me. "It's one hundred and ten percent true Mr Montez." He told him, standing proud and pulling me lightly to him. Finally receiving the contact I needed, I wrapped my arms around his body, pulling myself closer to him and trying to prevent a few of my tears from getting loose.
"How long?" My dad asked, and I could hear that he was gritting his teeth. I didn't answer, and I felt Troy's arms wrap around me as he tensed. "How long, Gabriella Anne Maria!" My dad raised his voice and I turned, staring at him through my bleary eyes.
"Two years and five months!" I spat, letting tears fall from my eyes. Troy held me as I refused to let my dad see me cry, and whispered words of encouragement in my ear.
I watched my dad stomp away and slam a nearby door. With a smile that communicated her love towards me, I watched my mother wink at me before following him. I heard her open the door, shutting it with a cry of "Calm down, Greg!" before the house filled with shouts. I heard footsteps outside the bedroom door, and looked as I saw Callum staring in, in shock. As he saw me his eyes narrowed, and he glared at Troy.
"I thought twins shared everything?" he asked bitterly. "I guess that doesn't apply to us anymore." He turned, walking away. "Sharpay and Taylor don't want to see you anymore." He shouted over his shoulder. I turned again, and Troy pulled me close, once again murmuring words that I didn't care about hearing, but I wished were true. He released me carefully, guiding me to sit on my bed before going over to the door and shutting it.
"I'm going to need to leave in a bit." He told me, crouching in front of me. "I need to talk to my parents, Elizabeth and Connor." I nodded carefully, and he leaned his head onto my knees. "I'll pick you up tomorrow for school, okay?" He asked, and I nodded once more, my eyes shut to hide the tears. "Call me." He ordered, his voice strong, but I heard a slight break. He kissed my forehead, and I heard the balcony doors open and shut before I knew he was gone. As soon as he'd left, I let the tears out once more, collapsing onto my bed and sobbing my heart out, again.
Three hours went with not a word being spoken. Jay still had no idea with what was going on, as he was at his girlfriends house. Callum was listening to heavy rock music and my father was silent, so I had no idea where he was, whilst I heard my mum preparing dinner.
"Callum, Gabriella! Dinner!" I suddenly heard a voice call, and I shut my eyes, praying for a moment. I carefully pushed myself off my bed, before heading downstairs, and I was greeted with an empty table. I sat down at my usual place, and watched as Callum entered. He sat as far away as possible, and as I tried to speak, to apologise, I found my throat was too dry to even say a word. After a minute of silence, my father entered, and took a seat next to Callum, on the end of the table, also avoiding me. I heard my mother enter and I watched as she sat next to me, taking my hand under the table and shooting me a reassuring look.
In complete silence, we started to put food onto our plates. I stared around the table, and watched as my family all stared down, apart from my mother. "Please can you pass the salad, Dad?" I asked hopefully. It was almost as if the room had been put on pause. Everybody froze suddenly, waiting for dad's answer. As if I didn't even exist, he suddenly jolted back to life, continuing what he was doing like no one had spoken. "Unbelievable." I shook my head.
"Gabriella-" My mum started, but I held a hand up to stop her.
"It's not like I've killed someone." I said, louder, and I stood up, watching my dad look up at me with a cold glare. "I haven't exactly married him."
"You have disgraced this family, Gabriella Anne-" He started.
"I love him!" I shouted suddenly, watching my mum and Callum flinch. "I've been in love with him for almost three years, Dad! It's not my war, it's yours! I've been dragged into your childish spat and I'm sick of it!" He looked at me, shocked that I was standing up for myself. "I'm pregnant, Dad. With your first grandchild. You shouldn't care whose it is, you should just care about looking after it! Talk to Jack Bolton about your issues, cause I'm not involved in them anymore." When he didn't answer, I scoffed. "And give me a hint when you're back to liking me, won't you, so I don't stress the baby out and lose it." I turned around and started to walk out the door.
"Gabriella!" I turned around and my mum was smiling at me. "I'm glad that you love him." I smiled, looking down and blushing. "I hope I can meet him properly soon." I smiled at her.
"I would love for you to." I replied, and she smiled widely. "I'll figure something out."
"Thank you. And I'm glad you're happy." My mum told me before pulling me into a hug and kissing my forehead softly.