Author's Note: Ok, thanks again for all the reviews. This chapter is where the real drama kicks in. So be prepared, please read and review! Enjoy!

The next day was a school day. I was so tired that I didn't even fell like moving. I knew that I couldn't miss school so I forced myself out of bed. I walked into my bathroom and looked in the mirror. Then the past nights events hit me like a ton of bricks. I started crying. I was raped. How was I going to go to school like this? I was a mess. I finally calmed down enough to take a quick shower and to make myself look a little presentable. I grabbed my books and went downstairs. I saw my mom sitting in the kitchen sipping her coffee. She had no idea what had happened last night. I was angry at her for this. I just walked out of the house not saying goodbye.

I got to school with ten minutes to spare. I saw Troy talking to Ryan, Sharpay, Chad, Taylor and the rest of gang. Troy waved me over but I just walked away. I couldn't face them. They would start asking me all kinds of questions that I couldn't answer. So I just sat in the girls' bathroom until the bell for homeroom rung. I was the first person in class and then everyone started entering and taking their respective seats. I put my head down not wanting to look at anyone or vise versa.

"Hey, sweetie." Someone said touching my shoulder. I shrieked and literally jumped 2 feet out of my chair causing people to look at me. I then saw Troy standing over me.

"It's just me." Troy said rubbing my shoulder. I shuddered when he touched me and backed away obviously hurt. "What's wrong? You completely ignored me outside."

"Oh, I did? I didn't see you." I said lying.

Troy looked at me knowing that I wasn't telling the truth but he dropped it. "Well do you want to hang out tonight?"

"I don't know…" I said fading off.

"Well, ok." Troy said sitting in his chair. He knew something was up with her.

After school I left the school building without saying bye to Troy or anyone else. I just wanted to go home and just rot in my room. I wanted to get away from all of the questions because I knew that it would be obvious that something was really wrong if I started crying when someone asked me 'what's wrong?' or 'are you ok?' When I walked into my house I saw my mom lying on the couch sleeping, it looked like she hadn't moved since that morning. Curious I tapped her on her shoulder and she woke up startled. I jumped back shocked at her reaction.

"Oh, it's just you." She said sitting up straight on the couch and my eyes went wide when I saw her face.

"Mom, what's that on your face?" I asked.

Her hands went quickly to her face and she winced when she brushed against the bruise.

"Mom?" I asked again.

"It's nothing. I just ran into a door." She answered quickly. I sighed at her answer. I knew what had happened. Mark had hit her. I just wish that she would have told me that herself so I could tell her what happened to me. Without saying another word to her I went upstairs to my room. I then collapsed on my bed crying. I had been crying for about twenty minutes when my phone rang. I got the strength to lift my head up to see the caller ID and it was Troy. I didn't feel like talking to him at the moment but I knew that if I didn't answer then he will grill me tomorrow with questions. I reached over and picked up the phone.

"Hello." I said still crying a little.

"Gabriella? Are you crying?" He asked.

"No, I'm just a little nasal." I said lying.

"Ok… so what was up with you today?" He asked concerned.

"What do you mean?" I said innocently

"Gabriella, you know what I mean. You just seemed distant today. I mean when I touched your shoulder today you completely freaked out." He said.

"It was nothing." I said back.

"How can you say it was nothing? You shuddered when I tried to comfort you. Did I do something wrong?" He asked me really wanting an answer.

"No you didn't do anything." I reassured him.

"Then what?"

"I…" I started but I couldn't tell him. I was scared for my mom and myself. "It's nothing so just stop bothering me."

"Well, excuse me for being concerned about you. I'll see you tomorrow." He said before hanging up. I hung my phone and began crying again.

"Why is this happening to me?" I asked myself. "Troy you do not know how bad I want to tell you what's wrong. I'm just scared."

I went on like this for a while. Every time I tried to calm myself down I thought about what Mark had did to me. I just couldn't stop crying, what he did was tearing me up inside. It was fifteen after six when I heard footsteps coming towards my room. I quickly dried my eyes with tissues thinking it was my mom but it was Mark. I jumped off of my bed and backed up against a wall.

"I hope you didn't tell anyone!" Mark said, his body about two inches away from mine.

"No, I didn't" I said viciously shaking my head with new tears forming in my eyes.

He just smiled at me and he just looked me up and down. He then buried his nose into my neck, sniffing me. I was so scared at that moment because I thought that he was going to repeat the events of the past night, but thank God he didn't. He gave me one last look before leaving. When I was sure that he was downstairs, I slid down to the floor allowing the fresh batch of tears run down my face.

Author's Note: Ok, ok. That chapter was not my best. I think I might have chapter 7 set a few weeks later or something. Well, please review! Like I said before I really enjoy them!