Summary: Gabriella's engaged to Eric Mitchell. He treats her great in public … But what about behind closed doors? What does she live with everyday? Troyella.

I Want Out

Gabriella burst out laughing at the sight of Troy.

He, however, was trying to be mad, but was failing miserably.

"Hey! That wasn't funny!" Troy exclaimed while throwing Gabriella playful pout.

This just made Gabriella laugh harder, "You don't know how hot you look with butter on your nose, flour in your hair, and that adorable pout on your face!"

They were making cookies, after much begging and pleading from Gabriella. Within ten minutes, Gabriella had thought Troy was too clean, and decided to change that. So, she 'accidentally' threw flour at Troy.

"Well, if I look hot with butter on my nose, I'm sure you would look even sweeter with some…"

And the next thing Gabriella knew, she was licking sugar off her lips.

"Oh, you asked for it Bolton," she picked up the baking powder and flicked some off her hand.

"Montez, you know this is my house … I could kick you out anytime," Troy joked.

She smiled slightly and whispered, "You know you wouldn't do that."

"Maybe I would. Maybe I wouldn't. I'm not telling."

"Well, if you're throwing me out, I should go pack…" she started to turn around but was stopped by a hand on her wrist. She turned her head slightly and came face to face with Troy, his blue eyes sparkling at her.

A huge grin came over her face, "See! I knew you wouldn't kick me out!"

"As if I ever really could mean it," he said just above a whisper.

"Well, I forgive you for thinking about it," she grinned and leaned in and he met her half way.

He deepened it immediately and wrapped his arms around her waist. What he didn't notice was Gabriella slowly moving her hand over to the counter.

Crack!

Troy pulled away at the sudden noise and felt something trickle down onto his neck, "Gabriella," he said slowly.

"Yes?" she asked innocently.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing," she said quickly. "Why don't we get back to the cookies?"

He felt the top of his head, "What is on my head, Gabi?!"

She tried in vain not to let a smile over take her face. It didn't work. Soon she was laughing uncontrollably all over again.

"Troy, I think you forgot to take the egg out of the refrigerator."

"No I remember getting it out…" he trailed off and looked at her. She held his gaze still laughing. "You didn't," he whispered.

"Depends what you think I did…" she smiled innocently.

He stared at her while raising his hand to his head again, he felt something thin and fragile mixed in with something wet and slimy. He picked it up and slowly brought it down to his eye level.

Egg Shell.

Gabriella had stopped laughing now and she was slowly backing up towards the stairs.

"Montez, where do you think you're going?"

"Umm, upstairs?" she stated, more as a question, as though she was asking permission.

"Oh, I don't think so. You cracked an egg on my head, now you have to pay the price…" he trailed off, taking a step closer to her. She continued to back up. He took another step, and then another, and another. She quickly spun around and ran up the stairs, with Troy following closely behind her.

He caught up to her easily and lifted her off the ground; she wrapped her legs around his waist while he walked up the stairs, kissing her neck.

She moaned when he pressed her against the wall of the bedroom, he started sucking on her neck, leaving her with another one of his marks upon her flesh.

She ran her fingers through his hair while moaning his name over and over again. She knew he liked it when she said his name.

"Troy, baby, I love you," she whispered in his ear. His mouth came up from her neck and he looked her in the eye.

"I love y–"

Crash!

They jumped apart and Gabriella screamed.

"What was that?" she whispered frantically, holding onto Troy for dear life.

Troy, too, wasn't about to let Gabriella go, not after what happened last time he had left her alone in the house.

"I don't know," he said.

He carefully set Gabriella down after a slight whimper of protest and he pulled her behind him. She shook as she grabbed his hand and pressed herself rather close to him.

"Gabriella, I'm going to go downstairs and check what the noise was, and I want you to stay here and wait until I come back."

"Are you crazy? You think I'm going to stay in here when someone could be down there … Like Eric?"

Troy obviously hadn't thought of the possibility that Eric might be there, because when she said his name, he stiffened and pulled her closer to him, "But Eric's in jail."

"What if he escaped but the police haven't had time to call yet. What if he came here to get me again? And what if he takes me Troy? I don't want to go!" she was almost in tears now and Troy pulled her into a hug.

"I can't promise he won't come back, but I can assure you that I won't let him take you."

She nodded slightly, but didn't loosen her grip. "Gabi, please, let go, I'll be right back."

She reluctantly let of his hand and he took a step away from her, the tears reappeared in her eyes and one escaped and tricked down her cheek.

"Oh, baby, don't cry," Troy pleaded as he enveloped her into another hug. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him forcefully. Very reluctantly, he broke the kiss before it got too heated and again, took another step back. Gabriella shrunk back against the wall and slowly slid down, with her knees pressed up against her chest.

"Gabriella, I promise, I'll be right back."

And with that, he left the room, turned the corner, and walked down the stairs, leaving Gabriella crying silently on the floor.

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AN: Omg, I'm so sorry I haven't updated in like forever. I'm just getting back into school, and if you can believe it, I had homework the first day and a test within two days. But, now I'm doing okay, so I'll try to update more often.

And, I know this was kinda short and a mean cliffhanger, but I sorta have a plan for the next chapter. If you have any ideas though, let me know and I can change if I like the idea better.

I have 84 reviews right now, so how about we go for 95 before I update – that shouldn't a problem though. Thanxx.