A/N: Hey folks. I know I've been off for a while and I can't guarantee that I'll be updating regularly ('cause this year is senior xDD) well, all I'm hoping for are: comments, criticism and eventually some inspiration. ;D

xoxo, S(teph)

Chapter 8

Nightmare and Truth

She couldn't sleep. Too many different thoughts wandered through her mind and even though tiredness began to nag on her body, awful imaginations wouldn't allow her to escape from reality into a peaceful slumber. That's why Gabriela finally decided to get up and grab a glass of water. She got used to the many corridors in the mansion and after a while she grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. When she closed the door of the fridge, Troy stood behind it.

Gabriella: Ah! Gosh, Troy. You wanna give ma a heart attack?

Troy: I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose.

Gabriella: Well…I'm okay now.

Troy: Why are you up?

Gabriella: I could ask you the same.

Troy: I asked you first.

Gabriella: I asked you second.

Troy: Come on now!

Gabriella: I had a nightmare. And my head is now full of weird things and thoughts.

Troy: About your father?

Gabriella: Yes and no. I try to remember the good things with him and not how he felt during his hour of his death, you know? But mainly I'm having doubts about me and my life and how I'll manage in the future. It's gonna be hard.

Troy: I'd be lying if I'd tell you that I know exactly how you feel. But I can assure you that we, all of us, we're here for you and you can tell us all of your worries.

Gabriella: I'm really grateful for this, but…

Troy: But?

Gabriella: I know that there was something before I came here. Or should I say…someone.

Troy: What are you implying by that?

Gabriella: Don't play dumb with me, Troy. I know there was a big history before me and it affected all of you guys. Maybe it's not my business, but then don't expect from me that I will make my business as yours.

Troy: You really wanna know what happened before your arrival?

Gabriella: Yes, I do.

Troy: Well, ok. But first sit down, 'cause it's gonna be a long story.

Gabriella: Ok.

Finally they sat by the kitchen counter. Talking of a past, which Gabriella would of never guessed.

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xoxo, S(teph)