CHAPTER 6

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My Hero

Gabriella stayed on the phone for a good ten minutes. Troy could hear her mother's shock. He wasn't sure if her mom was going to like him any more. After she hung up Gabriella broke down and cried. Troy gave her a long hug.

"Oh, Troy," she said, "I have all these different emotions. I'm happy, sad, and angry. I'm happy because I'm having a child with the one I love. I've always dreamed of having a child some day. Just not this young. I'm sad because we're 16, and when I'm a junior in high school I should be partying and drinking occasionally, not going through labor pain and breast feeding. And finally, I'm angry at Chad for spiking the punch."

"I feel the same way minus the labor pains and breast feeding," replied Troy. "I feel bad for you, though, and I feel as if this is my fault. You have to go through the pregnancy while I get to watch. I don't have to go through the labor pains."

"It's Chad's fault," replied Gabriella tearfully, "not yours. You were under the influence, too. It still is our fault too, in a way, we shouldn't have drunk that when we sensed there was something wrong with it."

"It was so addicting, though," said Troy.

"I know," replied Gabriella.

"You're right," said Troy, "you always are."

"You are the only guy on this planet who would say that their girlfriend is always right," laughed Gabriella, "I like your view of things."

"Just too confirm," said Troy, "you're keeping this baby, right."

"Of course," said Gabriella, "we're have you been for the past 15 minutes? I could never kill something that represents us."

"Good," replied Troy, "because I want you to keep it. I know it sounds selfish, but……"

"It's okay, Troy, I get what you mean. You should probably call your parents. Believe me, it will be easier to tell them when you are on the phone. You won't have to see the view on their face."

Troy smacked his hand against his forehead. "My parents," he moaned. "Holy Shit, I am so dead. I can't tell them, Gabby. I just can't."

"They're gonna find out sometime, Troy. Your dad will hear about it once it gets out at school. He'll be madder if he hears it there."

"Gabby, you saw what happened when I came home an hour and a half late. Think of what will happen when I tell my dad that he is going to be a grandpa at 34 years old. Oh my God, I just thought about something."

"What?" asked Gabriella concerned. "What is it?"

"My dad's 34."

"So?" Gabriella didn't understand what Troy was implying.

"He got my mom pregnant at eighteen years old. I already have something in common with our unborn child. That makes me feel a little bit better, but not very much. He'll probably yell at me about making the same mistake as him. Or he'll kill me so that we don't have anymore kids."

"Troy," said Gabriella, weakly. "We've gotta tell them sometime."

"That time is not now," replied Troy. "It's not just my safety I'm afraid of, it's yours."

"That's sweet, Troy, but we can't hide this from him for long. Once I begin to show and rumors get around…"

"We'll think of something," said Troy. "Don't worry." He gave Gabby a hug. "Speaking of my dad, I was just having a fight with him. He is gonna be pretty mad when I get home. Well, the earlier the better." He kissed her then got up to leave.

"Troy, wait," said Gabriella running to him. "Please promise me that you will always love me no matter how hormonal I get during this pregnancy."

"Of course I will love you the whole time," Troy replied pulling her into a hug. "How could I not love the love of my life."

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"Troy Bolton, you get in here this instant!" roared Mr. Bolton. "What makes you think you can run over to that little slut's house!"

"It was an emergency!" he bellowed back, "she needed me!"

"What in the hell would she need you for, Troy!"

"More than you'll ever know!" screamed Troy. He began to walk away. The movements of Mr. Bolton were so fast and swift that Troy had no time to dodge. He threw Troy into the bookshelf in his office. All of the heavy books fell on him. Mr. Bolton grabbed Troy and began punching and kicking him. Once again Troy pretended to fall unconscious. Mr. Bolton dragged Troy into a closet and locked the door.

"There's no way that you are getting out tonight," smirked Mr. Bolton.

Did Troy come home, yet?" asked Mrs. Bolton when Mr. Bolton came upstairs to bed.

"Yeah," replied Mr. Bolton, "I gave him a nice scolding and sent him to bed."

"You didn't hit him did you?"

"What kind of father would hit his son?"

"You did a few weeks ago."

"I lost control. How many times have I promised you that will never happen again?"

"You're right," said Mrs. Bolton. "I'm being stupid. You are a great father."

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Troy laid in the uncomfortable position his father had left him in. What was he going to do? His father had shut the latch on the door so he couldn't get out. He sat up. He was bleeding in my places, and it felt like his whole body was bruised. When he stood up, something fell out of his pocket. He felt for the light and turned it on. When he looked to see what had fallen out, he was relieved. It was his cell phone, his lifeline. He grabbed it and noticed how low his battery was. It was so low that the phone was flashing the warning sign. He would have one chance, and he knew exactly who to call. Gabriella. He dialed her number and it rang three times before she picked up.

"Hey, Troy," she said. "What's up?"

"Gabriella," he gasped. "Help me, please. Come to my house. Let yourself in the front door. I'm in the front hall closet. Just walk straight when you get in. It's the closet that's connected to the stairs. The combination on the key pad to get in the front door is 5367. The golden latch at the top of the door is shut unlock it and let me out, please, Gabby, he beat me up, again. My battery is about to die. Come now." He hung up. Gabriella just stood there, frozen.

"Troy!" she yelled into the phone. "Troy, wait." She didn't hesitate. She went downstairs to her mom. "Mom, I have to go to Troy's. I'll be back in ten to fifteen minutes."

"Gabby," argued Karen, Gabby's mother, "it's 11:15. You're pregnant. You need to sleep."

"Mom, it's an emergency." She gave her mom no more time to argue. She dashed out the door and sped down the road. When she reached Troy's house, she did as he said. She entered the keypad number, opened the door, tip-toed to the closet, undid the latch, and opened the door. She could hardly keep from sleeping. Troy was almost unrecognizable. She helped him up and out the door, into her car. She quickly drove away stopping a block up. "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God. Troy, Oh my God. Look at you. You look like your dying."

"Trust me," said Troy weakly, "I'm not gonna die. I just feel like complete crap."

"Troy," cried Gabby, "I think I should take you to the hospital."

"No!" yelled Troy. "Just take me to your house! My dad'll kill me!"

"He won't be able to touch you!"

"Gabby, please."

Gabriella could barely meet his gaze. She continued to his house. When they pulled into her driveway, she helped Troy into her house. "Mom!" she yelled. "Mom, help me!"

"No," hissed Troy.

"Yes," Gabriella hissed back.

Karen Montez came into the front doorway to see why her daughter was so frantic. "Oh my God, Troy!" she yelled. "What happened?"

Before Troy could answer Gabriella did. "It was his dad," said Gabriella. "He beat him up when he got home from when we were talking about it." She emphasized the word it.

"Gabby, no,' hissed Troy, "don't."

"Oh my God, Troy," said Mrs. Montez. "Was that what happened the first time?"

"Yes," Troy held his head low. He felt ashamed that his dad could beat him up so hard and Troy couldn't fight back.

Gabriella and Mrs. Montez helped him up into Gabriella's room and laid him on her bed. "Gabby, get the first aid kit."

Gabriella retrieved it. Mrs. Montez grabbed the scissors from it. Troy eyed them frightened. Mrs. Montez noticed his look of panic. "Troy," she asked. "Can I cut your shirt off? It would save you from a lot of pain."

"Okay," said Troy. She cut it off. His chest was absolutely disgusting. Gabriella screamed and ran into the bathroom to throw up. "Gabby!" Troy called. "Are you okay?"

She emerged from the bathroom looking green trying not to look at Troy's once hott chest. "I'm fine," she said.

"Is the baby affecting you already?" asked Troy.

"No," said Gabby. "The look of your chest is sickening and since I'm pregnant it kinda just brings it up faster."

"Troy," said Mrs. Montez seriously. "I wanna take you too the hospital. I think you broke a few ribs."

"No please," Troy begged, "they can't do anything even if I do have a broken rib."

"But Troy..."

"Please, Ms. Montez," pleaded Troy. "I just need some sleep."

"Fine," said Mrs. Montez. She and Gabriella wrapped him up. They helped him get under the covers. He fell asleep instantly. "Why don't you sleep in the guest room?" She said to Gabriella.

"Okay, mom," she replied. Gabriella grabbed a cami and a pair of short sports shorts from her dresser and went into the guest room. She climbed into bed worrying about Troy. He haunted her dreams. She kept seeing visions of his body even more mangled than it already was. She witnessed Mr. Bolton abusing Troy in a dream. She could hear his yelling. She thrashed about and woke up. She heard Troy yelling from the room next door. She ran into the room. "Troy," she said grabbing him and holding him close to her. "It's okay. It was only a dream." She managed to wake him up.

"Gabby?" asked Troy.

"I'm here," replied Gabriella. "SShh, it's okay. I'm right here."

"I had a dream that he was hurting you," said Troy. Gabriella noticed he was crying.

"It's okay," whispered Gabriella, "I'm fine. It was only a dream. Here, I'll stay with you until you fall asleep." She held Troy and he quickly fell asleep peacefully. About a half an hour later, Gabriella decided to go back to the guest room. When she neared the door, Troy began thrashing about again moaning. She went back and held him again, this time falling asleep.

The next thing she knew it was morning. The sun streamed through the windows lighting up the room. Gabby felt as if she was Troy's teddy bear. She smiled at the thought and went back to sleep.

"Good morning," Troy whispered into her ear waking her up. "Is my hero comfortable?"

"Your hero?"

"Well you did save me last night." He gave her a kiss and ruffled her hair.

"Troy!" They heard him and were instantly afraid. It was Mr. Bolton. He stomped up the stairs and slammed open the bedroom door, Gabriella's pregnancy test in his hand.

Cliff hanger! Ill update tomorrow hopefully! Tell me what you think! I still would love some ideas! I hope you like the story so far. There is a lot more to come. Reviews please! XOXO, Christine