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I pulled into the driveway at the side of the road and turned on my light inside my car so I could look at the picture again. Marlee and Jack Bolton, the picture had written on it. Bolton, I would have to remember the name. I bit my lip as I got out of my car and stepped on to the front porch. My fist lingered in front of the door for a second before I gained the confidence to knock. I held my breath, just as I was about to knock, the door was flung open and a boy, probably around my age stood in the doorway. The woman from the picture wasn't in sight.
"Hello," I began, hoping the boy would give me a chance to speak before he slammed the door in my face, "I know you probably don't know who I am or how much I have been through to get here. I've been searching for a while. Is this the Bolton household?"
"Um, yes. And who are you?" he responded, making a strange, waving gesture beside him. Immediately, the woman from the picture appeared. Marlee, I reminded myself.
I gave the boy a sideways smile, cursing myself when I realized it was the same smile I used to get Gabriella on my side, "I'm surprised you haven't heard of me. I'm Jacob Fisher."
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Troy's POV:
"What are you doing, Jacob? We don't want you here!" I growled, giving Jacob a hard death glare. He stared back at me defiantly, an expression that said he wasn't afraid of me, "There's no way you're getting near Gabriella; I won't let you!"
"Troy David Alexander Bolton, that is no way to treat our guest!" Mom scolded, pushing me away from the door so she could get a view of Jacob. He gave mom a seductive smile. Though mom was completely devoted to dad, there was no way she couldn't help admiring good looking teenage boys. I could sense her shoulders relaxing as she stepped away from the door to let him inside.
"Mom, what are you doing?" I gasped, horrified that she would let Jacob into our house. I knew she wasn't aware that she was letting a rapist—the true father of Gabriella's babies—into one of the only safe places Gabriella had anymore. I shook my head, knowing mom's answer before she said it.
"I'm doing what you should've done, Troy. Do you want some coffee or tea, Jacob?" Mom offered.
"No, ma'am. I'm here to see Gabriella Montez. I've made a huge mistake and I want her to know that I would do anything to go back in time and change my decision. I need her to know that I'm very sorry for my actions. I know now that what I did was unreasonable. Please, may I speak to her?"
"There is no way I'm letting you near Brie, you monster!" I screamed, forcing myself to not lunge at Jacob. After all the pain he put Gabriella through, he decides to apologize? Apologizing wouldn't even come close to covering what he'd done! There was no way!
"Troy, go to your room!" Mom yelled, taken aback by my sudden anger. I had never been one to go straight to anger. I usually internally weighted my options before coming to a decision. But this time, I was so angry that I couldn't think. Through my rage, I saw Jacob give me a sad, knowing smile before I turned on my heel and ran upstairs. I had to warn Gabriella before she got home. What would she do if she walked in to see the man of her nightmares sitting in her safe place? I cursed myself inwardly when I realized that I left my phone sitting on the counter. There would be no way to warn her now. I swallowed the taste of bile in my mouth when I heard the front door open and Gabriella's sweet voice turn into a horror-struck cry ring in the house.
Gabriella's POV:
"I don't know what to do." I whispered to Taylor as I stood in the threshold of her front door, "How am I supposed to face Troy now?"
Taylor placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. As soon as dinner was over, Taylor had demanded that I tell her the whole story. Unable to keep it a secret anymore, I told her about Jacob and the rape. Though she was disappointed that I had lied to her for such a long time, she had counseled me for two and a half hours about how I should hunt down the jerk and make his death slow and painful.
"Face him the way you always have. Troy is very forgiving. And you know what? I knew way before he told you that he loved you. Have you noticed the way he looks at you? When his eyes meet yours, he acts like he's looking at the other piece of him that he is missing. He'll forgive you, I promise." Taylor assured.
I gave my best friend a small smile before shutting the door behind me and walking home—Taylor lived only a few houses away from Troy, so though it took only a few minutes to walk back, it gave me plenty of time to think over what I would say to Troy once I got back. I stopped at the front door of my host family's house and took a deep breath. Was that screaming and yelling I heard? Troy had told me that mama and papa had never raised their voices once since he was born. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I opened the front door.
"I'm back." I called. Mama sat on the couch with Troy—no, not Troy. Someone like Troy, though he had disheveled hair and a familiar body frame. He wasn't Troy; he was Jacob. I let out a cry of panic and pressed up against the door as Jacob stood and made his way over to me.
"Gabs, I'm so, so—" Jacob began
"Get away from me!" I exclaimed, unable to stop the uncontrollable shudders that took over my entire body as soon as I saw him. I rubbed my hand along the door, trying to find the doorknob to let myself out of my nightmare that had become my reality.
"Gabs, hear me out! I'm—"
"No! NO! Troy, help!" I screamed, my knees giving out on me when Jacob's hand closed around my arm. The fear oozing through my veins was as fluid as the day he raped me. I fell to my knees, placing a hand on the ground as I heaved for breath, unable to breath from the terror compressing my lungs. The scene in front of me blurred from tears until I saw a flash of sunlight. Wait, sunlight? It's dark out! I thought as my arm keeping me in place slipped out from underneath me and I crumpled to the ground.
The sun shone through the windows, gleaming off the imperfectly straightened teeth from Jacob's menacing smile. The engine of the taxi created a sort of horror tune as I screamed. He tugged my shorts off and then immediately after began working on his. I saw a flash of skin and squeezed my eyes shut, continuing to thrash around—he wanted to take advantage of me without my consent? Fine, I'd make it as hard as I could. I kicked him, not sure where but was satisfied when my foot connected with his body and he gave out a pained gasp.
"I hate you! I hate you!" I yelled at the man who had betrayed me—took the love I gave him and decided to use it against me. Jacob simply let out an amused laugh.
"Ha, Gabs, you think that's gonna stop me?"
"Leave me alone!" I pleaded, I begged, my voice sounding foreign to my ears as I sobbed. Tears streamed down my face, dripping from my top lip and into my mouth. I sputtered on the saltiness of the liquid, "Please, find some other girl! Not me! Help me!"
Jacob let out a moan of pleasure. I squeezed my eyes shut even harder to try to ignore the strange sensation. Though, after a second, I opened one eye and glanced up at the driver—he watched through the rearview mirror. I could see sweat forming on his forehead and his face had taken on a pale complexion. I swore I could see his mouth move in the words: Lo siento (I'm sorry). My eyes wandered to Jacob's handsome face; he had a pleasant smile on his face and his eyes were closed. While he was distracted, I shifted, the same thing he did to me while I was focused on kissing him. Not noticing my careful movements, Jacob stayed in the same place. Quickly, I aimed my leg and kicked him in the face as hard as I could while I was cramped up in the backseat of a taxi.
In the time I had, as Jacob held his bleeding nose with both hands, I pulled my shorts back on and scrambled up and let myself out of the car, thanking God that we were at a red light. Though, as I ran to the nearest store to get away from the monster of a man who'd raped me, I could feel that it was too late; no matter how far I ran away from Jacob, there would be no escape from the results.
Troy's POV:
My heart seemed to stop as Gabriella's horrified scream filled the house, "No! NO! Troy, help!"
I couldn't just sit around and do nothing while Gabriella was stuck in the position she'd only had nightmares of happening. I leaped up from where I sat on my bed and flew down the stairs. I stopped dead in my tracks for a second when I saw Gabriella collapsed in a heap on the floor with Jacob trying to help her up—though I highly doubted that he was just going to help her up. He'd probably just rape her again. Mom stood not too far away, frozen in bewilderment, unable to move from her position.
"Get away from her!" I yelled, pulling Jacob off Gabriella and punching him in the stomach. He doubled over, gasping in pain as he, like Gabriella, tumbled to the floor. I scooped the distressed girl into my arms. Her eyes were wide open, but she didn't respond to me as I spoke to her.
"Troy Bolton! How dare you!" Mom yelled once she had regained her composure. She loomed over me like a giant, her anger seeming to make her even bigger.
"You don't understand, mom! He's done something horrible!" I complained, focusing mostly on getting Gabriella to respond. I laid her on the couch and gave her cheek a few gentle slaps, "Brie, come on. Wake up, baby." Next, I tickled her neck, even though she was ticklish almost everywhere, her neck was the most ticklish of all the places. Her small body, though still slightly trembling from the encounter with Jacob, finally allowed her to snap out her daze. She gasped and her eyes came back into focus.
"What did the poor boy do? Try to see an old friend! How is that remotely horrible!" Mom retorted.
Gabriella shakily managed to stand, though I kept an arm around her waist to keep her steady, "Mama, you wanna know what he did? That monster raped me a month before I came here. These babies aren't Troy's. They're Jacob's."
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And... Gabriella's secret is out. Hoping for a few more reviews than I have been getting. Though I am grateful that people have reviewed and that people actually like it(Cuz I seriously thought no one would), I've been only getting a few per chapter, preferably other than just "love it" or "like it".