You're deaf; I'm mute
~chapter 12~
Previously on "You're deaf; I'm mute"…
The thunder had stopped and the rain was only a light drizzle as I limped to my house. Looking at my surroundings, I was only one and half blocks away now. The whole fight with Lucas playing my mind...could I have done something?...That was the question that was covering every inch of my mind right now. I must have been thinking about the fight a lot, because I didn't hear it when Chad shouted my name and was wrapping an arm around my shoulders to guide me into my house. I actually didn't care much, my head felt like an anchor weight and my whole body felt like it was run over by a dump-truck and every where hurt.
(Gabriella's POV)
I sat on the couch with an itchy wool blanket on my shoulders. Hey, it was cold...I was freezing...I'd rather take the itchy blanket than face the weather outside. Rather take the itchy blanket than go home. A prickly chill traveled up my spine as my thoughts rushed back to the fight along the road. I couldn't help but feel my forehead crease with worry and my hands start shaking; the only thing going throuhg my head right now was..Troy. Was he all right? Was he hurt? If he was hurt, then was he dying along the side of the road somewhere? I know what Lucas is capable of...I know what he can do...if he harmed Troy in anyway...then...then...then..I will kill him my self!
I clenched my fists against my sides to prevent them from shaking so hard, and my vision was tinged with red. My breathing hitched as I thought vengeful thoughts...which was totally against my being. It wasn't who I was. Was I going crazy? Maybe, was I upset about the ordeal between Troy and Lucas? More than fucking upset.
I needed to relax, take a breath and lay against the pillows. Just relax...yeah, like that would happen anytime soon.
(Chad's POV)
I panted as I carried Troy up the porch. He felt like mostly dead weight; like he wasn't even walking. He was in bad shape when I saw him from the living room window, and when I got the close up when I came out to help him, he was in worse shape than I originally thought. "Troy...man...you really need to get back into basketball man..." I said, trying to lighten the mood of things. I shifted his weight so I could open the door with my hand that wasn't supporting him.
When I got the door open, I pulled him inside-not that easy, in fact, I swore I was going to collasp under him if I yanked any harder. (A/N: I love the word "yank" or "yanked" they are such fun to say :D)I grunted as I dragged his dead ass-he wasn't dead, he just seemedlike dead weight- to the living room where I left Gabriella.
The living room was warm and calm. Thr fire in the fireplace sent a glow around the room in a calming aura; I set Troy on the two seater couch and took off the soaking wet leather jacket-it also had blood on it (it wasn't black)- and covered him up with the quilt that was on the back of the couch. When I stood up I had a thought go through my mind, why me? Why do I have to deal with all this? What did I do? Why-hey, would Taylor tutor me in spanish if I asked? Okay, I may have a slight shortness of attention span. I turned to go to the bathroom-I think that's where Mrs. Bolton keeps the first aid kit- and when I did, I saw Gabriella looking this way with wide eyes and unshed tears in them. She was looking at Troy.
I moved over to her and bent down at her level (hey, she was sitting down) and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders and then took my arm away to sign, 'Hey, he'll be okay,'kay?' she nodded slowly, like she had a hard time believing it. 'how about you keep him company, okay? I'll get the first aid kit?' she nodded again, and I stood up-the sickening crack of my knees was loud in the quiet of the room. And...they hurt.
I nodded to her and left the room to get the first aid kit, my mind was frizzled and unsorted.
(Gabriella's POV)
I couldn't do anything but stare at him. I was feeling so much...wondering so many things. Was Troy okay? Who got the best of who? And for some reason, I couldn't help but wonder about the Lucas. The scheming bastard that did this. He was my brother, I guess that's why he's crossing my mind now.
Without the command of my brain, my legs moved on their own accord over to where Troy was laying. He looked...well, honestly, he looked like shit. His face was battered, bruised and bloodied and his arms seemed to be dangling limply at his sides-off the side of the couch-and his eyes! The left one was swollen and a deep, dark purple and the right one looked as if it would never open again. Did Lucas try to kill him? Stupid question, of course he did. What else would he try to do?
I crouched down beside him and brought my hand up to his bloodied face. He looked he was going to be in pain-or he was in pain, I don't know if he was actually unconscious or just resting...but whichever, he looked like he was going to be in pain. A lot of pain.
Running my fingers through his dirty, wet locks I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt stab into my stomach...maybe if I hadn't let Lucas...treat me the way he did, maybe, Troy wouldn't be like this. Not at all. Warm tears built in my eyes, and I couldn't help but release them; it seems that I was crying all over the place now a days. Without thinking, I laid my head down on his chest and cringed when I felt his uneven breathing, more tears began to fall as my breathing hitched when his chest rose and fell in uneven patterns. Then, it happened..I felt warm fingers on my shoulders, then more fingers entangled in my brown hair.
(No one's POV)
Gabriella lifted her head slightly as the fingers traveled in soothing circles. Her eyes widened-looking as if they were about to pop out of her skull-when she saw Troy with his black and purple bruised eyes (which were opened only a little, but she could still see the crystal blue staring up at her.) and a weak smile staring up at her. She couldn't help but let a relieved smile break across her face as she-gently-gave him a hug. Troy tightened-well, as tight as he could-his arms around her and let in a ragged breath, he flinched when he felt the burning pain tug at his chest.
Gabriella lifted her head and brought up a hand to graze gently against his cheek, Troy in return covered her hand with his and grasped it tightly as they leaned in closer (half without realizing) with their lips almost touching; and their foreheads against each other. Troy circled her lips with his thumb, as if asking permission and she-granting permission-nodded her head, leaning in closer and closing the gap between them.
The kiss was ecstasy. It warmed Gabriella from head to toe and made her face heat immediately. Troy felt like every nerve in his body was being set on fire and the pain in his body was being replaced with bliss. Total bliss. His fingers tangled themselves further into her brown locks as deepened the kiss between them; Gabriella wound her arms as much as she could around his neck and traced small circles around on the exposed skin and tangled her fingertips in the nape of his hair as she reveled in the sense of the magnificent kiss. She has never experienced anything like this before...okay, she's never been kissed before. Not ever, but if she had the choice of choosing between a whole lifetimes of kisses, she would gladly choose Troy over and over again. And...again. (you get the picture, right?)
Feeling the heat spread all over his body, Troy began to feel a growl build up in his throat. Soon, it would escape his throat and soon he would not be able to muster all his control to stay inside himself. He already felt a small tug in his pants. Gabriella felt the heat radiate all over her, and the ecstasy of the passion being shared between them was causing enough of something that Gabriella didn't know that name of...whatever it was, she liked it. Her hands traveled away from his neck down his chest and rested on the hem of his shirt; her thumbs going underneath the wet fabric-causing Troy to let out a soft growl.
It seemed that the kiss went on forever, neither Troy nor Gabriella wanted the bliss to end. It was wonderful...joyous...blissful. But, when the sound of Chad clearing his throat-which Troy heard- sounded, Troy pulled apart from Gabriella and bent his head back slightly-and wince when he felt that the pain was back. Gabriella blushed like a fire engine and pulled away, got up and wrapped her wool blanket around her shoulders as Chad walked toward Troy with the first aid kit in his hand.
(Chad's POV)
Okay, I think I interrupted something. I mean, I walked to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, and when I walk back, Troy and Gabriella are sucking each others faces off! ...am I that bad with Taylor? Oh, crap...I need to rethink things. Oh, well.
When I was close enough to the couch, I squatted down and soaked a cotton rag with Iodine and then I put it as gently as I could onto the first open wound I saw, which was on his left cheek; under his jaw line. He winced and screamed loudly as he shoved the rag out of my hand and squirmed his way off the couch. I went after him, he just moved swiftly away, holding his hands outstretched as if to say "keep the hell away from me!"
(Carlos' POV)
This is ridiculous. I shouldn't be here, sitting in jail. I have a son and a daughter, the latter of the two are missing. So, I verbally assaulted a cop. Big deal, I was just being honest when I said, "Go eat your fucking doughnuts!" I didn't mean it...okay, I did...but, that didn't mean that I didn't mean to get my ass in jail. If I could call Lucas on his cell phone, maybe I could tell him to go after his sister and get her home safe. He's always looked after her. Always, as long as I can remember.
"Hey!" I yelled, shaking the steel bars of the cell. "I didn't get my one phone call!" I continued to shake the bars until I got a response, which wasn't until an hour later. Some rights I have.
"You want a phone call?" the burly cop said, oh, it was the guy that brought me in here in the first place. I nodded my head, "Yeah, dumbshit."
"You call me names, and you wont get no phone call..." Officer Bruin said, placing his hands behind his back and burping in my face. Ew, his breath smells of doughnuts and stale coffee. Yo, have you ever heard of a breath mint? You might want to use one some time.
"Sorry..." I muttered. He nodded in response, something tells me that he's not going to be very good company to keep. He unlocked the door to the cell and let me go the nearest phone-by "go", I mean-of course- follow me like a stalker. Hey, bucko, two feet personal space.
I dialed in the number and it rang three times before it went to voice-mail. "Hey, this Lucas, my phone must be lost because I am unable to answer, leave a fucking a message" "Damn." I cursed, "Luke, look, I need you to find your sister, take her home and keep her safe. You know? Like you always did...just do it...I wont be home for a while...love you son." I hung up the phone and walked slowly back to my cozy little, one toilet cell. Yay. (note the sarcasm).
I can't help but feeling...like I just lost something...something...important.
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