A/N I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING I ONLY OWN THIS PLOT! All right so, I have a question for you, I got lots of reviews saying they didn't like the last chapter. I'm not offended or anything I hated to too. In fact I'm having Troyella withdraws :P I hate them being apart and I know you all do too. So I'm wondering if you want me to just do a time skip and reunite Troy and Gabriella in the next chapter or drag it our for the next couple of chapters and then reunite them. I have a a poll up, please go take it or leave me your vote in a review. But PLEASE let me know! Enjoy this next chapter.

She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew someone was shaking her. She opened her eyes and looked next to her to see her father. "We're here, sweetheart."

Gabriella just nodded softly. She didn't know why but she didn't feel like speaking.

She followed her parents robotically out of the airport and into their rental car as they drive to the house.

"Um…Dad?" Gabriella asked softly.

"Yes, Princess?" Greg answered.

"Should…should I be scared?"

"Of what?"

Gabriella shrugged. "I don't know, I just…I feel scared."

"You can't be scared and not know what you're scared of. That's so stupid." Lucille spoke.

"It's because you don't remember anything." Greg lied. "Once you remember everything you'll feel better."

"What happen to my memory? How did I lose it?"

"Uh…it was Troy." Lucille answered. "He beat you up and that caused your memory loss."

"We're leaving because of him?"

Greg nodded.

"Did I have any other friends?"

"Not true friends. All your friends you once had betrayed you."

"Why?"

"They were closer with Troy, when he beat you they sided with him and told the cops you were making it up."

"Oh…" Gabriella said softly.

Greg and Lucille looked to each other and smirked. This memory loss was turning out to be the best thing to happen to her.

"Well what about…"

"Sandy just shut up! We told you everything you needed to know. If we didn't tell you it's because it's not important for you to know. Now shut up and stop asking so much questions." Lucille groaned.

Gabriella flinched back in her seat and pressed her lips together tightly scared of speaking another word.

Greg looked to Lucille and whispered "You got everything set and ready right? It looks like a normal house?"

"Yeah, pictures furniture, everything is all set and ready for us."

"Good." Greg smirked.

They finally arrived at the house. Gabriella smiled, it was a decent sized house white with blue shudders on the windows, some flowered bushes out front, and it was surrounded by nicely cute green grass. A few stepping stone led from the black concrete drive way to the front door.

She should have been excited to see her new home and move in. But she wasn't. She had no idea why.

Nobody noticed the neighbor watching them from next door. The guy squinted to see better. He looked right at Gabriella. "That can't possibly be Gabriella Montez? She doesn't live here…does she?"

Gabriella went inside her new house. On the inside several pictures and decretive metal art hung on the lightly painted yellow walls. A few live plants spread out in each corner of the room. Her living room had a nice cream colored leather couch with a brown TV stand against the wall and a 16" TV standing nicely on top of it.

She turtle walked up the brown carpeted stairs, holding the dirty brown handrail. She walked with her head down as she slowly baby stepped down the long white hallway filled with family pictures, even some older pictures that have golden and browned through the years. At the end of this long white hallway was a closed white door. In the center of the door in pink bright letters was painted Sandy's Room. Gabriella reached for the golden metal handle and opened the door letting out a deep depressed sigh.

There had to be a mistake her room was pretty decent sized but there was a sleeping bag on the floor in the corner with a small pillow and one extra blanket next to it. There was an extra tiny lamp sitting on the floor only dimly lighting the room.

She turned when she sensed her parents behind her. "Is this my room?" she asked softly.

"Yeah, is there a problem?" Greg asked.

Gabriella shrugged not sure how to ask without sounding selfish. "Well I was just wondering where my bed was, and my dresser and well…the rest of my stuff."

"It's coming on the truck. Until then you'll have deal with this."

Gabriella just nodded.

She turned to explore the rest of the house. Greg and Lucille watched her.

"All right, we've got her this far and I've helped you this far, but I need to get back home. I can finally be the head reporter and I need to take advantage of this." Lucille said.

"Go, just make sure no news about Gabriella ends up on your show."

"Don't worry it won't."

Lucille turned to leave when Gabriella came back. "Mom, where are you going?"

"I'm leaving, you're a brat and I can't stand living near you anymore."

Gabriella's eyes went wide. What had she done to deserve that? "What…what did I do?"

"You're always asking questions, you're always talking, you just never stop or stay still! It's like living with a child. You're so stupid and annoying."

With that Lucille turned and walked out of the house. Gabriella started to cry and ran to her father for comfort but he pushed her away. "Don't be such a baby! She left big deal. It's all your fault anyway! You don't deserve to be sad about it! All you deserve to feel is guilt!"

Greg walked away leaving Gabriella speechless. How could they have been so nice and sweet one second and totally scary and mean the next? Maybe she really did make a mistake leaving. Now all she was worried about was if she'd ever go home again.

Back with Troy he and his father had searched everywhere and there was still no sign of her anywhere. The police had been in contact informing them they checked the travel places and they weren't there either.

Troy growled. "She told me so herself! He wants to take her away!"

"Her and Greg's pictures have been posted all over the airports, train stations, and bus stations. If someone sees her they will call."

"He changed her appearance, Dad. He changed her hair color or something, they could have already left and be half way to mars by now!"

"Troy, Greg wouldn't take Gabriella to another planet."

"It's just an expression, Dad!" Troy yelled angrily. "My point is we have to find her!"

"And we will but you need to give it time, Troy, Bud, I know you're scared but we can't spend forever looking. We need to rest and live our lives too."

Troy growled. "I have no life without Gabriella. I will not stop searching until I find her."

"Troy, listen to me, Rome wasn't built in a day."

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT STUPID ROME OR HOW LONG IT TOOK TO BUILD! I CARE ABOUT GABRIELLA AND WHERE SHE IS AND HOW SOON WE FIND HER!" Troy exploded with anger. His father was making jokes and wasting time he could be using to find Gabriella.

"I didn't listen to her once, Dad and look how well that turned out. Before Greg showed up she told me that he planned on changing her identity and taking her out of the state, maybe even the country. So I don't care how much it cost and what I have to do, I will search all 50 states and even single country in this entire world until I find her!"

"Ok, fine, but start first thing tomorrow."

Troy growled. "No."

"Troy Bolton I'm your father and you will do as I say."

Troy growled again. "At sunrise I'm gone!"

He stormed off into his bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him. He threw himself onto his bed and angrily punched his pillow over and over again. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he did. He blamed himself to no end for Gabriella being taken again. Now he was going to do everything in his power to make it right and bring her home. But what conditions would she be in when he found her? Would she even trust him again after this?

His exhausted body dropped to the bed as he panted heavily crying himself to sleep. "Gabriella, I'm so sorry! I promise I'll fine you, I promise. I love you."

Gabriella was in her bedroom sitting on her sleeping bag just doodling on a pad she had found. Suddenly she heard that voice again "Gabriella, I'm so sorry! I promise I'll fine you, I promise. I love you." Who was this Gabriella girl and why did she need to be found? She shook her head. It had been a long day and she was tired. She laid down in her sleeping bag and turned out the light, suddenly a fear raced through her and she turned it back on. What had scared her, she didn't know, all she did know was that she was going to sleep with the light on.

Troy was woken by his cell phone. "Gabriella?"

"No, Troy, it's Kevin. I'm sorry for calling so late."

Troy sighed. "That's ok. I wasn't sleeping that great anyway. What's up?"

"Did Gabriella move recently?"

"No, but her father took her away again, why do you know something?"

"Actually I do, I have new neighbors and they have a daughter who looks scary like Gabriella. I didn't see real closely but I could have sworn it was her."

Troy's eyes went wide.

Kevin had to move to California for his parents work recently and was now in the next state over.

"What city are you in?"Troy asked.

"Santa Ana, I swear Troy this girl looks like Gabriella."

"It might be here, Greg was talking about taking her out of the state. Look I'm on my way, try and meet them and do everything you can to protect her from Greg, please!"

"I will Bro, don't worry!"

They hung up and Troy quickly grabbed his bag and threw some clothes into them. He scribbled a note for his father explaining the situation and then left the house. He drove as fast as she could without getting a ticket.

By the time he reached the border there were road blockers up and construction men on duty, with big bright lights shining on the road ahead of him, only there was no road it was all dirt. He growled. He got out of the car and went over to one of men.

"What's going on? I need to get through."

"I'm sorry, Sir, that's not going to happen anytime soon."

"What!"

"We're doing some work and it's not safe for anyone to drive through right now. Nobody gets in or out right now."

Troy sighed and groaned. "All right, how long until it opens ok?"

"Not sure, but there is a nice motel a few miles back if you want to camp out until we're finished."

"There is no way I can get you to just let me pass? Please, it's really important."

"I'm sorry, I could lose my job. I've got a wife and kids to feed."

Troy sighed. Why did he have to have such a good heart? "All right, thank you."

He turned and walked back to the car. He got inside and closed the door. Then he started beating his fist into the wheel. He knew where Gabriella was and he had no way of getting to her. It was the worst most powerless feeling in the world, Troy hated it.

After his anger vanished he drove to the motel and rented a room. It wasn't a nice motel either. The wall paper was peeling, the bed was just a metal cot with a mattress, and there was a small lamp on the desk as they only source of light. Troy sighed and just climbed into bed. He'd never be able to sleep now. But at least he'd rest.

The next morning Gabriella stirred and opened her eyes. She looked around her room and sighed. She hardly got any sleep last night. The floor was so uncomfortable.

She stood up and stretched her sore muscles and went to take a nice hot shower. Once she was finished she got dressed, back into the clothes she had on the night before. She didn't have anything else to wear. Her other clothes were still in the truck.

She was on her way down the stairs when the door bell rang. She went over to the door and answered it. A boy around her age was standing there. Gabriella tilted her head to the side. Why did this boy look so familiar? Why did she get the same comfort feeling she got whenever she thought of Troy?

Greg came up behind her. "What do you want?"

"I live next door. My mother and I wanted to invite you to breakfast."

"How thoughtful, sure, that would be great."

"Troy?" Gabriella asked.

"No, my name is Kevin."

Now he was confused, didn't she know who he was?

"How rude of me, this is my daughter Sandy Clark, and I'm Don Clark." Greg told him.

"Sandy?" Kevin asked.

"Yes, why?"

"Um…no reason, I just wanted to be sure I heard right."

"Well, what are we waiting for, let's go."

The three of them walked outside the house and a few feet over to the next one. They went inside and Kevin led them into the kitchen.

"Don, Sandy, this is my mother Lily. Mom, these are our new neighbors Don, and his daughter Sandy."

Lily shook their hands. "Nice to meet you both. Breakfast is almost ready please just have a seat and make yourselves at home."

The three of them went to the table and sat down. "So, Gab…Sandy, what school will you be attending?"

"Actually, she will be homeschooled by me." Greg answered for her.

"Oh, well we should still hangout sometime. What's your number?" Kevin asked again. The more information he got the more he could replay back to Troy.

Gabriella opened her mouth to answer but Greg cut her off. "We don't have any phones yet. We will call you if we want to hang out."

"Of course." Kevin nodded. "Excuse me; I'm going to used the restroom."

Kevin got up and without anyone knowing, left the house.

He returned a few minutes later. When he sat down he noticed Gabriella looked like she had been crying. "Is everything ok?" he asked.

Gabriella opened her mouth to answer him but Greg spoke up first.

"Yes, she's fine. Don't worry about her, she's just a baby." Greg answered.

Kevin watched another lone tear slip down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away. His mother brought in the food and sat down. Greg wasted no time pigging out. Gabriella took a mouse size portion of each dish. Greg was watching her like a hawk and Kevin could guess he had verbally abused her about her weight and that's why she was crying.

"Sandy, Honey, please take more, we have plenty." Lily said.

Gabriella opened her mouth to speak but Greg once again cut her off. "She's has enough, but thank you. She's on a very strict diet."

"Oh, you'll have to tell me more about it so I can make food you can eat, for next time you come over." Lily said nicely.

Gabriella just smiled softly and nodded. This woman was so nice to her and she felt so safe, why didn't she feel safe with her father and mother? Also why did she get the feeling like she knew this boy from somewhere? Why did Kevin seem so familiar?

The longer she lived there the more she was starting to feel like Don was the bad guy and everyone else was just trying to help her, but why? Don was her father he couldn't be the bad guy…could he?

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