Silent Love Gabriella's POV Thanks again for the reviews..they make me smile :)
He didn't speak. He just layed there and stared at me, as if I had just spoke another language. He then smiled and closed his eyes. When he opened them they were sparkling.
"Gabriella, you don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that.." He whispered. My emotions began to swirl. Did this mean that he felt the same way? Did he love me, too? Is this why he was so determined to help me?
"Please, say it again." He begged me, gripping my hand tightly. "Once more." He promised. I didn't want to say it once more; I wanted to say a million times more, over and over again.
" I love you, T-Troy." I still had to fix the stuttering part, but other than that it was fine. The ache in my throat had worn down to just a tiny pin prick. I still felt hoarse, though, but with Troy to help me I knew everything would be okay.
His smile grew wider. I couldn't help but smile back. I never believed in love until now. In my dictionary there was no love. Only lust. No fairytales and happy endings, but I knew this wasn't going to be a fairytale. Troy and I were going o have to work at it, but maybe I would get my happy ending after all.
"Gabriella, do you wanna know something?" He asked, his voice stronger than before.
I nodded lightly and sat down on the edge of his bed. He scooted over and patted the spot beside him, asking me to lay down. I layed down on my left side, propping my head up with my free hand, so I could face him.
"I've loved you since the first day I saw you. You were beautiful even with the bruise below your eye. There was something about you that drug me in. You shined in your own way that none of the other girls at East High did. I thank God that I came to live with Chad this year. Don't ever let anyone get to your head..You are perfect just the way you are."
By now tears clouded my vision, and I could hardly see his face. I felt his thumb come up and wipe away the tears that fell.
"Shh...Don't cry...I'm sorry..." He cooed. "Please..It hurts me to see you cry."
"I'm n-not sad, Troy. I'm h-hap-py.." I sobbed, and he shuddered at the exact time I said his name. Did he like it when I spoke his name?
"If you're happy, I'm happy." I smirked and kissed my forehead.
Ofcourse I was happy now, but what about when I went home? I haven't been home for three days and my father has to be furious. Would he be so furious to kill me this time? Would Troy miss me? Would anyone really care? I shuddered at the thought of going home and being hit..
"What's wrong?" Troy sat up some and then gasped in pain as the IV tugged at his skin. I pushed him gently down onto the bed and sighed.
"N-n-nothing." I stuttered.
"You don't have to lie..I can tell when something is hurting you.." His voice was harsh and I flinched.
"It's...dad..." I choked. My throat was beginning to burn. It was the most I've talked in forever.
"Does he know you're here?"
I shook my head 'no'.
"Don't go back." His voice was now firm and serious, but I still had to ask.
"Are y-you s-s-serios-s??" I somewhat shrieked and grabbed at my throat as pain radiated through it.
"Don't strain your throat, Gabby. And, yes, why not?" He shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.
'Why not? Why not?' I mouthed. 'Troy if he found me...' I stopped mouthing and spoke again.
"If h-he found-d me...He would-d k-kill me...literally." I ran a hand through my hair.
"He would have to get through me first." Troy looked furious.
"Wh-where w-would I-I go?"
"Back to California with me." Our faces were only inches apart now. Our conversation was growing heated. Haha. I can actually say that I was having a conversation with someone...but would it last forever?
"T-Troy I d-don't know.." I glanced away from him; I didn't want to hurt him. "H-he's still my d-dad. I st-till love him; he's just con-confused and l-lost without-t mom-m, and-d he knows-s its my f-fault she's g-gone. I d-don't blame him for hat-ting me at-t all.." I turned over onto my back and lay my head back onto his pillow.
He sat halfway up and leaned over me, our faces, once again, only inches apart.
"You didn't kill your mom. You're not a murderer. You could never..." His voice trailed of as if he wasn't so sure now. I rolled my eyes.
"N-no. Not-t on purpose. I lov-ved my mom alot. I m-miss her." I felt my lower lip quiver.
"What exactly happened to her? How did it happen?" His voice was now soft, I could tell he didn't want to make me hurt any worse.
I shook my head. "I don't-t really wanna t-talk about-t it-t right now. I-I haven't-t slept in three night-ts. I'm-m tired-d." I felt my eyes grow heavy and my body grow limp.
"Okay. I'll see you in the morning?" He said it more as a question. I giggled and nodded. "Gabriella, I'm so proud of you."
"Thank-k you." I whispered holding onto to my last bit of conciousness.
"Gabriella.."
"Hmm??" I mumbled my eyes closing.
"I love you." He whispered into my ear, his breath tickling the nape of my neck, making me shiver.
"I love you t-too." I whispered before going into darkness.
That night I dreamed of walking down a school hallway. It wasn't East High. It was new and I felt nervous until someone grasped my hand. I turned to see Troy looking down at me, his eyes shining and a smile planted on his lips.
"Welcome to Calfornia's number one school." He whispered into my ear, and then I woke up.
I was still laying on my back, but now Troy's head lay on my shoulder, his arm wrapped lightly around my waist while his knees curled up to his chest. His eyes were closed and his long lashed brushed along his cheeks. What did the dream mean? Did it mean that I was actually going to run away with Troy?
Would I do that? I haven't even kissed him yet....which made me feel a little disappointed, but I didn't want to rush anything. I glanced at the hospital clock. 3:45 a.m.
I felt the sleepiness wash over me again, and I drifted into a deep sleep, where all my dreams featured Troy.
