A/N: So, I didn't want to update until I finished another two chapters ahead, but since I got some awesome reviews and I only have half a chapter left to write to get ahead, I figured I'd give you guys another chapter. And yes, the kidnapping was a bit of a shock, but I needed to get this going or I would have more filler than I already am. Anyway, without further ado, please read and review!
A scream pierced the quiet morning aura of Casa de Flores as a couple of seagulls flew off the roof, startled. Martha, equally as startled, sprinted out of her bedroom toward the sound of scream and skidded to a stop in front of Gabriella's room. She opened the door to see her blond-haired friend with one hand to her chest, the other over her mouth and her eyes wide in shock.
"Lena, what the hell is going? It's eight in the morning!" Martha scolded as she rubbed her eyes and visibly relaxed when she saw no one was harmed.
"Mar, Gabriella is gone. She's not here." Lena's voice was eerily calm as compared to the sound that had come out of her mouth moments ago.
"What do you mean?" the dark brunette asked, running a hand through her bed-ridden hair in an attempt to flatten it a bit.
"Martha, she is not in this house. She is not in her room. She's gone," Lena replied, placing her hand on her forehead before her eyes widened again. "BOLTON HAS HER!"
Martha clapped her hands over her ears and squeezed her eyes shut as Lena yelled the end of the sentence almost in her ear.
"That's one way to wake up in the morning," she mumbled under her breath, trying to rationalize what Lena had just said since the girl in question was obviously nowhere near logical after landing on the gang leader in her head. "Okay Le, breathe for a minute. Let's not jump to conclusions. It's only eight. Gabriella probably went out to clear her head. You know the fresh air calms her down. And we didn't exactly let her go for a run last night. Don't you think Troy would have made it more obvious if he had her?" Lena blinked in response to Martha's semi-monologue as she processed it.
"Maybe you're right. I mean, I really didn't give her much of a choice in the matter of her freedom last night, did I?" Lena paused long enough for Martha to nod in agreement. "And you're right, there probably would be more of a struggle evident. Gabs is a fighter, if anything."
"Exactly, now I think we should just go about our day at the shops like we planned and let her take the day to find herself and relax again. After all those dreams she's been having, she sure needs it. I'm sure she's fine," Martha suggested as Lena's heart rate slowed back to normal and she nodded with a smile, yelling about racing to the bathroom before speeding out of the room.
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Gabriella groaned quietly as her eyes fluttered open. Where am I? she thought as her eyes wandered for a moment before she sat up with a start. Well, tried to sit up, no thanks to the cuffs that held her wrists close to the bed she was on. This was when she started to panic. She felt herself getting light-headed as her breaths became shorter and faster and quickly shook her head. Okay Brie, get ahold of yourself. No sense in you passing out because of a panic attack now.
Taking another deep breath after talking herself down, she began to really look around the room she was in. The first thing she noticed was the wall color, sky blue. Really? I know it's my favorite color, but at a time like this?! She blew out in frustration at herself and continued her survey. There was a vanity and a dresser to match, a closet that was partially open so she could see that it was walk-in, and another door that she assumed led to a bathroom. The bed she was on was king-sized and had blue plaid sheets. Hmm, these look almost like my cousin's…TROY! She started to thrash against her restraints when she realized she was stuck in Troy Bolton's bedroom, Troy Bolton's bed. This was not good. How did I even get here? Then all the memories came flooding back to her as her eyes filled with sheer terror. She froze as she heard voices floating from what she assumed was downstairs.
"Do you think she's awake yet?" They were more like yelling to each other, otherwise Gabriella didn't think she would be able to hear them so clearly. The firs voice was female and sounded a bit calming.
"Who knows?" came the abrupt reply of none other than the lead Stallion himself.
"Well, how much did you give her?" A second female voice cried before the voices were muffled again.
Gabriella let out a sigh and tried again to free herself, but to no avail. She fell back down onto the bed and shut her eyes, momentarily trying to forget where she was, trying to wake up and find this was all a bad dream and Martha would be yelling that breakfast was ready. She almost had herself believing it when the door flew open and slammed shut, causing her to jump and cower back.
"Open your eyes," a husky voice that Gabriella knew all too well commanded. She didn't move, knowing if she opened them it would only confirm her nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a sting on her cheek as he slapped her across the face. "Listen to me," he growled, grabbing her chin with his hand and turning her head toward him as she opened her eyes in fear. "You do as I say, whether you want to or not. You're mine, and no one else's. Got it?" Gabriella whimpered and said nothing as she weakly attempted to pull her face from his grasp. She let out a squeak as he moved to straddle her and leaned down so his face was inches from hers. "I asked if you understood me?"
"Y-yes," she choked out, willing her tears to stay back until he left. Apparently, her body was against her at the moment as one slipped out and rolled down her cheek.
"Good," he said, letting her go and walking out the door as Gabriella sighed in relief, hoping it was over for the time being. She knew it was probably foolish, but she could dream. She didn't even know how long she had been here, but it was already longer than she would have wanted.
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"Gabi!" Martha called through the house as Lena shut the door behind them and the two dropped the multitude of bags they had complied that day. It was now eight 'o' clock and they were both hoping Gabriella was home safe and sound.
"Gabs?!" Lena repeated Martha's call as she started up the steps to check her friend's room again. Martha continued looking in the downstairs rooms when she heard Lena scream again.
"Lena?" she called uncertainly as she hurried up the stairs, hoping it was just another false alarm. However, when she reached the doorway this time, Lena had tears running down her face. "Hey what happened?"
"How did we miss this before?" Lena whispered, trying to keep her voice steady. Martha walked over to her friend and gasped as her eyes landed on the Greek symbol written on the floor in black ink. The Silver Stallions.
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"Hi!" a chipper voice said as the door to the room opened again and Gabriella sat up a bit against her restraints. Standing in front of her was a red-haired girl a little shorter than her dressed in all black leather. Her face was splattered with freckles and her auburn eyes peeked out from behind her glasses. If she weren't dressed so badass, she almost would have looked like a nerd, but not in a bad way.
"Hi?" Gabriella questioned quietly, not wanting a repeat of what Troy had told her just half an hour ago.
"I'm Kelsi," the girl smiled widely before noticing the fear etched into the Latina's face. "I'm sorry, you don't have to be afraid of me, sweetie. I take it you're Gabriella? God, Troy has just told us all so much about you!" Gabriella noticed a bit of a drawl in her voice as she got more excited and let her body relax a bit, though her eyes still darted around nervously. This girl seems harmless, but looks can be deceiving. Troy is a prime example of that. I wonder what else he has told them about me. It can't be good.
"Troy sent me in here to get you ready for bed," the girl named Kelsi explained as she started to undo the cuffs around Gabriella's wrists.
"He's trusting you with that?" Gabriella timidly ventured, almost wishing she hadn't opened her mouth.
"I'm his favorite cousin, we practically grew up together. Of course he trusts me. I would hope so, considering I'm his partner in running this…operation," Kelsi chose her words carefully, not fully knowing what her cousin was going to do with this one yet. "Now come on, let's get you washed up and ready." Ready for what?
Forty-five minutes later, Gabriela had just finished brushing her hair after dressing in the pink tank top and white pajama pants Kelsi had given her.
"Okay, you're ready to go," Kelsi clapped her hands together as she took the brush back and set it on the vanity.
"Thank you," Gabriella said quietly, admitting inwardly that she did feel a bit better after that shower. She sat back down on the bed delicately, still terrified that she was in a gang leader's room. Kelsi turned to her with a somber look in her eyes as she reached down.
"I'll see what I can do if I talk to Troy, but…" she trailed off as she gently pulled Gabriella's arms back to the position they had been in when she woke up. And just as quickly as Gabriella had slightly relaxed, she went back to fear. Any escape was out of the question now. "Get some rest, I'm sure tomorrow will be a long day." Kelsi shot her a small smile before walking out and shutting the door behind her, leaving Gabriella in complete darkness than a tiny glow from a nightlight in the bathroom.
Even though I know sleep isn't going to be a thing, it can't hurt to try. I'll need my strength, that's for sure. Gabriella thought an hour and a half later and she closed her eyes.
Just as soon as Gabriella thought she had closed her eyes, they shot open when she felt body heat next her and a hand trail down her face. She snapped her head to the side and came face-to-face with those cerulean blue eyes that had haunted her for over a month.
"T-Tr…" the word got stuck in Gabriella's throat as his other hand started crawl lower on her body.
"Brie, you are all mine," he whispered, causing her to gasp at his use of the nickname only she knew. He noticed her surprise and chuckled. "What? I don't get to call you whatever I want?" His demeanor quickly changed back to serious as he moved closer to her and pressed his lips to hers. Gabriella froze, unsure of whether to kiss back or not before deciding she should probably stay on his good side. Unfortunately, she decided too late as he pulled away sharply and slapped her for the second time that day and brought his knee up into her side. She let out a yelp of pain and pulled her arms up as far as she could before the cuffs stopped her.
"I don't want to hurt you, but if you don't listen, I have to punish you. Is that what you want? To be punished?" he growled in a low voice, the blue in his eyes darkening to a stormy gray that sent chills down Gabriella's body. She quickly shook her head and opened her mouth to apologize, but he cut her off with his lips again. "Good," he said when he pulled back for a split second before attacking her with his mouth once more.
And what scared Gabriella the most as his lips traveled down to her neck was that she almost didn't want him to stop. Her mind knew she had to get out and was screaming for him to stop, but something was nagging at her. Something was unsure. Just like her dreams. But just as she continued ponder and let out a small, unconscious moan as his tongue ran over a sensitive spot and she mentally berated herself, there was a gunshot outside the mansion followed by a piercing scream.