Abuse
Chapter 11
A/N: I'm guessing I need to make the cliff hangers more harder. You all got the last cliff hanger!
Chapter 11 Gabriella's POV
I turned to my left and flicked the light switch on and breathed out. Strange I didn't even know I wasn't breathing. I stood by the door, still looking at the figure. How in the world did he get in here?
"Hey." He said looking at me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked walking over to my dresser and putting my cell phone on it.
"Well, I followed you. I went in to see Sharpay, but she wouldn't say anything. So I followed you and here I am."
"You climbed my tree, I'm guessing." I said putting my hands on my hips.
"Yeah. You just…I think you shouldn't be alone right now. No one should be alone after what happened."
"Troy, I've been taking care of my self for…my whole life. I think I can take care of myself." I said to him.
"Yeah, but that guy who stabbed your mother is still out there he can come back here."
"Bolton, he can't do anything to me. Plus I know he wouldn't come back. Who the hell would come back after they know the police is involved. Now I know your trying to be all…all helpful, but I would love it if you left. I'm not some girl who wants pity from anyone." I said turning and heading to my closet. I could feel him behind my back. He heat was giving off and I could feel it. I just wanted to be alone. Alone to cry my heart out.
"Yeah, but you shouldn't be alone." He whispered. I turned around and that's exactly when I noticed how close he was.
"I don't need you to be my father." I said, trying to keep my voice under control.
"I don't want to be your father."
"Bolton, leave now." I said keeping my stand.
"Gabriella, I just want to make sure your ok." He said. I looked into his baby blue eyes. I could see the concern in his eyes. I just wanted to yell out, I'm not fine. My mother is abusing me and lets men rape me and now I'm pregnant. I couldn't, children services would be here and I didn't want to go through all the questioning again.
"I…I'm fine Troy, I promise you that. I'll see you in two days." I said looking into his eyes.
Troy's POV
I searched her brown eyes, trying to find a way. I couldn't see anything. You couldn't read her eyes or her face expression. She built walls up around her and I don't think she every let them done. But the first day I saw her she had them up pretty high. Some of the bricks had fallen down allowing a couple of friends in, but since I saw her leave the hospital I think she put some of the bricks up. She picked them up and stacked them up again.
"Ok, bye." I said. I walked over to her door and opened it. I looked back at her trying to see if I could her…no I couldn't. I walked out her bedroom door and closed it. Walking down the stairs, I saw I bare the hallway walls were. I passed the living room, but something made me stop. I walked in and saw well…nothing. Parents would usually have pictures of their kids and them on the walls, tables and on top of the fire place. Gabriella's mom had nothing up. My eyes traveled up to the stairs. I looked at them, my eyes tracing the blank pale blue walls. I cleared my throat and walked to the front door. I placed my hand on the door knob, my hand touching the cold handle. I opened the door and closed it behind me.
I started walking home in the moon light. Thinking of the blank walls, but hey, I couldn't judge they just moved here, maybe they didn't have them out yet.
Gabriella's POV
It was Monday morning and my mother had come home yesterday. The doctors had given her the morning after pill and told her to take it easy. Her shoulder killed her and she took pain killers. My fear was she would get hooked to them. She gave up drinking for a week. That meant a week of no abuse. I still had to tell her about the baby that was still alive, but I wasn't going to say anything till the third month when I made sure it was ok.
I looked in my mirror before walking out of my room. I went downstairs, taking everything off the stove. I got eveyrhting on the tray and went upstairs. There my mother was sitting up. I stood there for a moment. She stared blankly at the walls ahead of her. In the pit of my stomach I could feel sorrow. I looked at her. She looked lost. It made me tear up, but I just closed my eyes and shook my head.
When they told her that she was raped, she cried, for hours. I sat there in the chair and watched her. I wanted to get up and hug her, but I was scared. I walked over to her bed and set the tray down. She turned her head and I saw her puffy tear stained face. She had been crying. I turned around and went ahead to school. My bag on my shoulder, I looked at the ground as I walked, glancing up once in a while to make sure I didn't bump into any one.
My morning sickness was starting. I stopped and looked ahead. Everyone was happy and I now was putting on my act. My fake smile. I walked pass everyone and went to my locker. I haven't cried once. Not once for anything. Today was my first day of P.E .I walked towards the school and sat in homeroom. Once the bell rang I walked out and changed in the bathroom, due to the bruises I had. The bump I had, the swelling went down on it. I walked out of the girls bathroom and out onto the field.
I stood next to Troy and everyone. Sharpay kept looking at me and when I looked at her I looked forward. I wondered if she told any one.
"Ok, so I want everyone to run, ten laps." Mrs. Robinson said to the group.
Everyone groaned and started running I was about too, but Sharpay stopped me. She dragged me to the teacher.
"Mrs. Robinson, we can't run we have our periods and there really, heavy." She said explaining to Mrs. Robinson. She nodded her head. Sharpay and I went to sit at the top of the bleachers. I smiled a little remembering my first day here.
"Ok, listen I know, you think I told people, but I didn't." she started out as we sat down. I turned my head and looked at her. I knew she was telling the truth.
"I know, I just don't get why you're my friend." I said quietly to her.
"Well, I know what your going through." She said. I turned my head to her. Her head was facing the track that the students were running.
"I five, when my step-dad was abusing me. He never raped me of course, but he made me touch him and such. I remember building my walls up and making sure no one could read anything about me. The bruises I hide. I never let my mother see me in a bathing suit. When ever we went swimming I didn't go and stayed home. Finally three years after the abusing started, I couldn't take it. I told my mom, showed her everything. He was arrested and I never saw him again. I slowly let my walls down and I forgot about it and pushed it into my past. The first time I saw you I looked into your eyes. Closed off, you had them closed off."
"I have no idea what you're talking about. No one abuses me." I said shaking my head.
"It's a lie."
"It's not, it's the truth, I never was or am being abused. I'm a normal child like everyone else." I said standing up at the bell rung.
I walked into the locker room and sat on the bench. I had free period next so I didn't really care. The room was empty and I started changing.
"Gabriella, what the hell are those?" I heard someone say form behind me. I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and turned around to see Mrs. Robinson.
"nothing." I said pulling on my shoes.
"They sure look like something." She said walking over to me.
"With all due respect, there is nothing wrong with me. I'm just an active child. I fall a lot." I said to her grabbing my bag and shutting my gym locker.
"But there was a mark on your arm; it looked like a hand shape."
"I was about to fall down the stairs when my dad caught me." I said walking past her. I walked in the empty halls and went to the theater room as Mrs. Darbus called it. I smiled and looked at the big hall. I walked down the aisles and up the stage. I placed my bag near the piano and sat down on the bench. My hands traced the keys. I like dot sing when I was stressed.
I pressed the keys closing my eyes. Falling into the melody I was playing. I opened my mouth and sang along with the melody. I stopped and slumped over. I hated this world so much. I just hated it. My mom had to suffer once with her rape, producing me and then she had to get raped again. I started sniffling and letting my tears fall. I didn't care any more.
I thought back to what Sharpay had said. I wasn't alone, but then I realized she wasn't raped, or the product of a rape. More tears spilled onto the piano. I didn't know what to do any more. The advice I had for myself was long broken. The 'no having friends' one was gone, long gone. I have friends now and I'm getting too attached them too quickly.
I wanted to pull myself away before I did get attached. I sat there sobbing. I heard footsteps and started to use my sleeve as a tissue. I felt arms wrap around me and pull me up form the bench. I found myself in Troy Bolton's arm trying to stop sobbing. I wrapped my arms around him and cried. This was against my rules. I had to stop, but I felt safe…I felt safe with him.
"No, no, no." I said trying to get out of his arms, but he only kept his grip on me.
"NO!" I yelled I finally pulled away and slumped to the floor. He knelt down next to me and laid a hand on my shoulder.
"I just…I just came here, to um, to think. I'm a bit stressed, from…everything. I don't cry. I mean I do, but not like this." I said rambling on.
Troy's POV
I watched her as she rambled on and on. My mind had flashed back to the first day. She walked in with such confidence. She had smart come backs and she stood her ground. She seemed like…like…well I don't know. I couldn't, but smile. She had changed since the first say of school. Like I said before her wall was coming down bit, by bit and she didn't want it too.
I noticed her then stand and up and I did too. We said nothing, but walk to class. I kept looking at her. Something wasn't right, but I wasn't about to say anything. Her empty walls still bothered me…
A/N: ok so no cliff hanger. Now I just wanted to let everyone know that the whole thing was planned! Even with gabi's pregnancy! It was all planned. So basically this story isn't changing in any way. It's all planned ahead of time. Thank you all for the reviews from the last chapter.