Need You More Than Ever
Hey guys thanks for the reviews, sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been overloaded with schoolwork, but the holidays are coming up soon so I should be able to update most days, anyway I'm on such a High School Musical high right now because I've just come back from the ice concert and it was great! I'd recommend anyone to go and see it, anyhow, here's chapter 3, although it's only short.
Gabriella slowly wandered down the streets of Albuquerque, towards her house, knowing that the later she got there, the more chance there was of her mother being out.
Gabriella took a deep breath as she walked up her garden path and none of the lights inside the house were on. She looked heaven ward and prayed that her mother had already left for the night.
She gently stuck her key in the lock and turned. "Mom," she called out in a small squeaky voice. She breathed a sigh of relief when nobody answered, and opened the door wider. She wrinkled her nose as the smell hit, trying desperately hard not to gag.
Her gaze flew around the living room, taking on the dozens of empty beer cans and vodka bottles, that lay littering the floor, the kitchen and dining rooms weren't much better, she thought as she wandered around the lower levels of her house.
Her mom had really out done herself this time, Gabriella thought, she wondered just how many people her mom had actually has round drinking today, and what time they had deemed suitable to go to the bar, and start drinking there instead.
Gabriella sighed as she dumped her books on the stairs and started to clean up the mess, knowing otherwise that her punishment would only be worse. She cleaned for what felt like hours, removing beer cans from everywhere and anywhere, wiping up spills and marks that had been caused by cans and bottles littering surfaces without coasters. She vacuumed and scrubbed until she could see herself in the surfaces. She just hoped that this was good enough for her mother.
Shattered, Gabriella finally managed to heave her weakened body upstairs to shower and get to bed, not even bothering to eat, knowing that whatever she ate she would more than likely through straight back up anyway.
She slowly pulled herself into her room and into her connecting bathroom, urging her body to keep going, even though the pain intensified with each step she took.
Turning the shower on full power, Gabriella sighed and stepped into the scolding water, feeling it rush over her body, mixing with her own tears as she relived the incidents of that day and how awful her life was currently. The water mixed with the heavy make up that she had been wearing as it ran down her body.
Shivering, Gabriella turned off the water and wrapped a big towel around herself. She wiped all of the condensation off of the mirror and looked into it, something that she hadn't done for weeks.
When she saw herself, Gabriella let out a horrified cry, realising just how much the make up had been covering up what she was going through. She had bruises running the whole length of her body, some fresh purple ones, others a fading yellowy colour, including a wide variety of coloured bruises on her face and upper arms. She had long gashes running down her back and thighs, from where her mother had used the belt. She even had a gash just above her left eyebrow, where her mother had slapped her, with her ring turned inwards.
Sobs wracked Gabriella's body as she slowly sunk to the floor, hatred and anger taking over her entire being. She hated herself for existing in this life, and she started to pound her fists on the floor as a way of letting her frustration and hatred at herself out.
Gabriella didn't blame her mother though, as her mother said, Gabriella was a whore who deserved everything she got. No Gabriella Montez didn't blame her mother, she blamed herself…