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Gabriella pulled the covers over her head. This was all a dream, that she was hearing these noises. She heard somebody try to open the door again. Okay, this wasn't her imagination! Gabriella slowly got up. She was in a camisole and some short shorts. She crept to the door out of her room was. Just then, her front door knocked down. Gabriella hid against the wall in her bedroom. She saw a glimpse of the man in her house. He had shaggy black clothes on and a black mask over his face. Gabriella knew that was the guy on the loose. What a perfect night to come home. 'Hopefully Troy will feel guilty now, when I'm dead.' Gabriella thought. 'What, don't think like that, Gabriella. You're not going to die.' She reassured herself. The bat was in the living room, and so was the man. Hmmm, guess that means she's not going out there. There was silence for a minute. Gabriella thought he might have left. Suddenly she heard a vase break. She screamed faintly. He didn't hear over the shattering noise. She heard his footsteps go in the kitchen, so she looked in the living room. The vase was shattered on the carpet. The water and roses were on the floor as well. Troy gave her those, the night they went out to the musical. She was surprised they were still alive and looking healthy. Gabriella quietly tiptoed over to the bin with the baseball bat. It wasn't there. She looked over by the door, and it was there. She remembered when she thought Troy was the killer and she carried it with her incase he was. She just set it on the table by the door. This was definatly not the best night to come back home. When she stepped back, her floor made a creak. She stood completely still, not knowing if he heard her or not. Gabriella heard his footsteps coming out of the kitchen back towards the living room. All the lights were off and Gabriella stood still.
"Don't move, or I'll shoot you." The killer said.
Gabriella breathed as lightly as she could. He did see her. The man turned on the light. Gabriella winced at the look of him in light.
"Please don't kill me." She muttered, softly, trying not to make him mad.
"We'll see how the night goes. Anyway, where is all your money and diamonds?" He rummaged through her desk and tables.
"Please..."
He walked up to her, about two inches away. "I said, where is your money?"
Gabriella backed up and stumbled past some books.
"Tell me!" His voice grew louder and louder.
Gabriella kept backing up and he came closer. He pulled out a knife.
"Please! Stop! Please, leave me alone!" Gabriella cried. She had tears coming out of her eyes.
"No. Chasing you is fun." He smirked.
"Please. I've had a really hard night. I'm asking you. Please." Gabriella stopped moving.
"I came to steal and kill. If I take your money, you'll tell the police so I'll have to kill you." He came closer.
She backed up. "No, no, no. I won't tell anyone. I promise." She was about to hold her pinky up to pinky swear, but decided not to.
"How do I know that?" He asked, coming near, holding the knife in her direction.
"I don't know, but I won't tell." Gabriella gulped heavily.
"Yeah, I trust you." He said. Gabriella let out a sigh of relief. "But this is much more fun!" He started running towards her.
Gabriella screamed and jumped over the arm of her couch. She went into Rachael's room and locked the door. She heard him try to open the door. She decided to call the police. There wasn't one in Rachael's room. Only in the living room. Aaarrggghh! Her mind screamed. She saw the knife stab through the door.
"Oh no." She muttered to herself. She went inside Rachael's bathroom and shut the door. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was curly, yet flat and her makeup was smeared. Rachael's door was tore down. So she heard. The killer banged on the door to the bathroom. "I know you're in there, sweetheart. Don't play games with me."
Thank god, this was a his or her bathroom. She slowly opened the door to the other side and tiptoed through the living room, trying to reach the phone. She picked it up and dialed 9-1-1. It rang a few times.
"Albuquerque Police Department." A woman picked up from the other end. The man appeared out of Rachael's room. Gabriella screamed and hung up the phone. It wasn't cordless, so she couldn't have traveled with it.
"Come here!" He yelled. Gabriella raced around her living room, trying to get away from him. He grabbed her and held her close to him. He breathed heavily on her face. "You were going to call the police, weren't you?"
Gabriella didn't say anything.
"Weren't you?" He yelled louder. He hit her in the stomach.
"Aaahh!" Gabriella cried and bent down on her knees, crouching.
"Get up." He pulled her up and held her around the waist. She looked as if she were going to faint. "Now, if I kill you first, you won't be able to tell me where your stuff is." He picked her up and put her in the corner. He tied her hands and feet together and covered her mouth with tape. She whaled every once in a while, hoping someone would hear her. She looked at the time. It was 10:42. It wasn't that late. 'Couldn't people here her?' Gabriella thought. She watched him look through chests, boxes, and drawers. He walked in and out of Gabriella and Rachael's rooms and he went in the bathroom and kitchen.
"Where is all your damn money?" He kicked her coffee table over. Gabriella winced. Gabriella wished she could reach the phone, to call Rachael or Taylor. The stranger kept looking around.
"Are you poor or something?" He asked, jerking around hollow boxes.
'Maybe if I nod or say yes, he'll leave me alone.' Gabriella thought.
"Never mind." He grabbed her and ripped the tape off of her mouth.
"Ah." Gabriella had almost passed out, but that woke her up fully.
"Now you tell me where your wallet is, or I will seriously kill you." The man pulled out his knife and made the tip slightly touch her head.
"Please, just leave me alone." Gabriella whimpered.
"You asked for it." The man pulled the knife back, attempting to stab her in the head.
"Stop!" Troy stood in the doorway.
Gabriella looked at him with hopeful eyes. The killer shifted her weight to his other arm. He was covering her mouth with his hand so she wouldn't speak.
"Who are you?" The killer asked.
"Her... friend. Now drop her. Kill me instead." Troy ordered, sternly. The man dropped Gabriella to the floor. Since he was holding her up, she just fell and hit the ground hard. Everything was almost a blur to her. She started to crawl over to Troy.
"Stop." The killer put his foot on her back, hardly. The killer walked forward toward Troy.
"Gabriella, run away." Troy said to her. She barely made it out. She was so weak and couldn't even stand up right.
Troy looked at the man, coming near him with a knife. "You don't want to do this."
"Why not?"
"Uh... because your parents love you." Troy thought of the fastest thing that came to his mind.
"They're dead." The man groaned. He came closer to Troy.
"Wait!" Troy shouted. The man stopped. Troy punched him in the face, which knocked him out. Troy ran over to Gabriella, who was shivering.
"Oh, Gabriella. It's okay. Are you okay?" Troy kissed her head.
"Troy..." Gabriella said, hoarse.
"I'm here. Are you hurt?" Troy asked her softly.
"Why are you here?" She asked.
"I came to apologize. I know it was late but I was so harsh to you. I didn't even let you explain. It just all happened too fast. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" He held her so tight and close to him.
Suddenly, the man stood up again, with his knife and he came near Troy and Gabriella. Gabriella held on to Troy and he held so tight so that nothing would happen to her. They heard a gunshot, but they weren't hurt at all. The man fell to the ground and appearing behind him, were two police officers. Troy set Gabriella on the couch and went up to the officers.
"Hi. I'm Troy Bolton." He shook their hands.
"I'm officer Cartwright and this is officer Smith. We had a call from this house but they hung up. We retraced the address and some people were calling us, complaining about the noise. I'm glad we got here on time. Smith, call for back up." Officer Cartwright sad and started investigating.
Troy walked over to Gabriella to make sure she was safe and so he could be by her side.
Thanks for reading! I know, a lot to throw in 1 chapter. That's the most drama I've ever written. Anyway, please tell me what you think in your review and check out Reunited if you haven't already! Thanks everyone!