Glamorous

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Chapter 28

If I Die Young

"If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song"

If I Die Young- The Band Perry

"Today I don't feel like doing anything," Gabriella sung softly to herself. She pulled at the scrunchy holding her hair together and smiled in the mirror. Her hair fell to her back just a few inches beneath her shoulders. She jumped as she heard a masculine voice. "I just wanna lay in my bed." She twisted her head and smiled. Troy sat on the bed on his stomach with his limbs taking practically the whole bed up. He had a sheepish tugging at his lips as his piercing blue eyes stared at her.

"Morning," she said and stood. Troy sat up also and Gabriella motioned to his shirt. He threw it to her and Gabriella pulled it on before falling into his lap. "Actually, it's nighttime."

"It is?" Troy turned his head slightly to see outside of the window. The night sky was black with stars jetting through the sky. He chuckled before looking back at Gabriella who had a dazed look on her face. "I wonder what everyone else is doing."

"They're probably eating dinner," Gabriella guessed. She kissed his cheek before getting off his lap and looking for her underwear. Just as she said that too her stomach growled loudly. Troy chuckled lightly while Gabriella blushed. When she found her underwear hung over the bookcase she pulled them on.

Troy pulled on his boxers and fished out his cell. He dialed Emil's number before bringing the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Yo, dude, we're still at the park. We decided to wait a while when you and Gabriella left."

Troy nodded and caught the shorts Gabriella threw his way. He positioned the phone in between his shoulder and ear so he could use both hands. "What happened to that guy?"

"Gabriella's stalker? Ha, you should've seen Leilani and Reva bitchin' at him. I think they almost set his hair on fire."

"It looks bad enough," Troy commented. He peeled the shirt off of Gabriella and pulled it over his head. Gabriella pouted at him, but didn't say anything. "Are we still meeting up at the restaurant down stairs?"

"Yep. See you there, bro."

"Okay." Troy ended the call and pushed his phone in his pocket. Gabriella clasped her bra around her chest and pulled her shirt on. "Miami isn't what I expected it to be so far," she said softly. Troy pulled her in for a bear hug. Gabriella attempted to laugh, but it came out as a breathy wheeze. "Troy, my God, you're crushing me!"

"That's because I love you," Troy said, hugging her closer.

Gabriella tugged at his shirt before she pushed at his arms, faltering his grasp a bit. "Troy!" she squeaked. Troy picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He exited the room and Gabriella squeezed his shoulder, digging her nails into them on purpose. "That didn't hurt," Troy informed her. "Though it was a huge turn on."

"Ugh, Troy David Alexander Bolton, if you don't let me go I will hurt you," Gabriella threatened, trying to sound superior. But Troy only snorted and gave her butt a nice, firm slap. Gabriella shrieked in response. "Troy, I'm not playing," Gabriella said. 'Put me down before someone sees."

"Like I care," Troy said. But he put her down. Gabriella was about to turn and walk away, when Troy grabbed the belt loops to her shorts and stopped her. Gabriella looked back at him confused. "First I want a kiss," Troy said. Gabriella let a sly smile cross her lips. She took his hand and turned around to face him. Troy cupped the back of her head and tilted her head back, letting his lips hover over hers for a second. He leaned down to capture her lips, but Gabriella turned her head letting his lips fall onto her cheek. Gabriella stepped away from his grasp and darted down the hall, laughing when she heard Troy yell her name is frustration. "Gabriella!"

Gabriella barreled down the hall and slipped into the elevator just as it was about to close. She gave Troy an uncanny smile when she saw him at the end of the hall. He started rushing towards the door, but it dinged and closed shut. Gabriella snickered and moved a piece of hair from her eyes.

When the elevator doors finally opened at the lobby she stepped out and made a fast walk out of the hotel. The night engulfed her with open arms, chilling her bare arms and legs. She smiled at people who were staring at her, their eyes wide with amazement. She started down the sidewalk and then felt an insecurity feeling creep over her. Maybe she should've waited for Troy. She knew from being from a city like Los Angele never to walk the streets alone. Especially if you were a helpless girl with no one you knew around you.

Gabriella's skin tingled when she heard the fast footfalls falling into step behind her. She twisted her head and her heart nearly stopped at the shadow slowly walking behind her. She picked up her pace and settled into a slow walk. Each step was a beta of her heart. Shouldn't Troy be here already? She couldn't turn around and see because someone was following her.

Gabriella then went into a sprint down the streets of Miami, not caring if a bystander witnessed her frantic running. She turned into a street after what seemed like an eternity she remember and nearly cried with bliss when she heard and saw the popping lights of the park and the silent ocean of the beach.

She burst into the beach and let out a startled cry when she felt arms envelope her into them. She thrashed in the person's arms, tears threatening to fall. "Let me go!" she cried frantically.

"Hey, hey, Gabriella, calm down." And then Gabriella stopped struggling as his familiar voice let the worry wash away from her but the fury barrel into her. She pushed out of his arms and whirled around to face him, her eyes raging with fire. "Troy!"

He couldn't help but let out a laugh. "My God, Gabriella, you were petrified."

Gabriella hit his chest, meaning for it to hurt, but he only laughed harder. "This isn't funny, Troy!" Gabriella said. "You know, sometimes you can be a real asshole." Troy calmed his laughing He looked at Gabriella, his eyebrows raised with amusement. "Gabriella, it was just a harmless joke. I was just playing."

"Well, it wasn't funny," Gabriella said. "I was scared. I thought you were that stalker guy." Gabriella turned to walk away. Troy's eyebrows rose and he started after her. "Gabriella, come on, I was playing."

"Well it wasn't funny," Gabriella said.

Troy stopped following her. "You know, you don't always have to be so uptight, Gabriella. Come on, take a joke."

Gabriella turned around, her face fired. "I am not uptight! It's just that you're an asshole who doesn't know when to stop. I was near to shitting my pants because I thought you were that creepy guy."

"Well, it's over now," Troy said, not knowing why she was so bothered with this. "It's not even a big deal."

Gabriella shook her head and pressed her lips together. "Whatever, Troy." She started walking away again. Troy let out an exasperated sigh. "Where are you going, Gabriella?"

"Away from you," Gabriella answered. Troy sighed. "Come on. Not by yourself. Let's just go back to the hotel and meet everyone there." But Gabriella kept walking. "Fine, you stay out late at night and get raped," Troy called after her making Gabriella cringe. "Like I care." Troy turned the other way, heading back to the hotel.

Gabriella stopped walking and turned around, staring astounded at Troy's retreating body. So he wasn't going to come after her? What if she were just snatched up? "I know what an asshole."

Gabriella whirled around and gasped as a hand flew to her mouth and an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her backwards.

…

Troy turned his head. Gabriella had already disappeared. She was that mad at him? What did he do? It had started out as a little game and now she's mad at him? Troy debated whether if he should keep going or turn back around. With a soft sigh he took the latter and turned back around, his eyes narrowing as he searched for Gabriella. She couldn't have gotten too far.

Troy walked down the beach, confused. Unless eh had a car, she couldn't have gone far. He had turned around for about twenty seconds.

Troy looked down at the sand, noticing Gabriella's flip flop there. Nerves raked his body and he bent down and picked it up. He stood back straight and looked out, fear bright in his eyes. "Gabriella!" he called, dashing down the beach. It was completely empty. No one was there. No one was a witness and no one was a suspect.

Troy pulled out his phone and immediately called Leilani. "Hey, Troy, where are you guys? We're at the hotel and you guys aren't here."

"Leilani, there's…I can't…I-I…Gabriella she…I think someone kidnapped her." Troy stopped when he spotted a jeep swerving out of the parking lot and down the road. He took off in a run after it; not even hearing Leilani's shrill screaming. "What? Troy, where are you?"

"I'm at the beach," Troy answered. "Lei, I have to go."

"But Troy, wait—" But Troy ended the call and threw his cell in his pocket. He could feel his calves cramping as he chased after the jeep, but he refused to stop.

His eyes jerked down to the licensee plate, memorizing it before putting his concentration back on the vehicle. He jumped on the sidewalk and picked up his pace. He sliced through herd of people, not letting himself waste a breath on saying 'excuse me' or 'sorry'. He just needed to make sure his Brie was safe.

Troy's breath was ragged, his fatigue setting in. God, when was the last time he had a run? Sure, PE had helped him with running but before he set his life to Gabriella and away from basketball he had dropped his daily exercises like his two mile run every morning and two mile run every afternoon. It's been months.

Troy pushed himself deeper, not caring if his lungs were closing in on him and his feet felt like they were getting sawed off his body.

But his body rejected the protest and he fell to the ground, heaving air into his lugs. He looked up, his eyes widening as the car zoomed down the street. Troy stood on feeble legs and started down the road again.

But he couldn't make it.

The car swerved into an intersection setting off horns and curses before disappearing into the night. Troy crumbled to the ground, his cries easing around the streets. Onlookers gave him looks either of sadness, confusion or annoyance. This old lady came up to him, her dull brown eyes looking down at him with sympathy. "What's wrong?" she asked her voice weak and frail. Troy stood and gulped. He looked out at the night, cursing himself for not giving himself away or following Gabriella down the beach. "What's wrong?" the woman asked again. Troy turned his eyes on her and sighed. "I need the police," he whispered, his voice hoarse. The elderly woman looked up at him, her lips parting in shock as he revealed his reason why.

…

"Troy!" Rosie gasped, stumbling into the police station with everyone. Troy's shoulders sagged, not bothering to say anything.

Reva came up to him. "Bolton, where is my sister!"

"How should I know?" Emil said. "That's why I'm here."

Reva turned and gave him a look or fury. "Not you, Emil!"

Troy stood and shook his head. "I don't know what happened to her. I think she was kidnapped."

"But you were with her," Selena said, stepping up. "She couldn't have been." She wouldn't believe it. She couldn't. But Troy nodded. "We kind of had a small fight and she walked away from me. I walked away from her, too, but then turned back around and she was gone." Selena shook her head, tears glistening in her eyes. She turned around and walked out of the room. But her hollow cries echoed off the walls and Troy felt his heart crumble, knowing her was the cause.

"She's going to be fine," Reva said, swallowing. "She has to be. Sammy was."

"But Sammy's capture wasn't violent," Maxine reminded her quietly. And that broke everyone. What if Gabriella was kidnapped by a serial killer? Or psycho?

…

Gabriella struggled against the rope. It rubbed her skin raw as she tried to get free, but she was determined. God, why did she overreact? She was so dumb! "It's hemp," a masculine voice hissed. "You won't get out of it. The strongest type of rope ever." She felt a pull on the rope and cried out when he arm bent back more. The guy let out a chuckled and gave the knot another little tug before setting back. He switched on a light and Gabriella immediately let her eyes dart to him. She held her breath, holding back a scream when she recognized the face. "You," she whispered.

The guy nodded. "But You has a name. Hi, my name is Logan. What's yours?" Gabriella adverted her gaze to the floor. She felt sick and the bile rise in her throat. This was surreal…this was what happened in horror movies. Not real life. Was this stalker so obsessed that he would illegally capture her?

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered. He reached his hand out and pressed his thumb to the corner of her mouth. Gabriella jerked away, disgust riding her face. "Don't touch me," she spat." He let out an eerie laugh and dropped his hand. Gabriella tried to wiggle her hands free again, but that only caused more of the raw pain to sting her body. She let out a cry of distress and looked back at Logan. He was looking at her, sucking in her every detail. "What do you want?" Gabriella asked. "Money? I can give it to you."

But he shook his head and leaned forward. "No, no. It's something much greater than money." He reached his hand out again and caressed her cheek. Gabriella tried to move back, but his other hand held her in place. "You," he concluded. Gabriella spit in his face when he moved closer. Logan snickered and moved back into his normal spot again. He wiped at the spit and looked at her. "Don't test me," he warned. "I get really impatient really fast."

"Good to know," Gabriella said dryly. "Please let me go. I'll do anything."

Logan shook his head. "I have everything I need right in front of me. Everything that I love."

"How long are you keeping me?" Gabriella asked, fear evident in her voice. Logan grinned. "You shouldn't worry about that."

Gabriella looked around them. She was cramped in a small space that smelled out mildew and dirt. "Where are we?"

"Under my basement," he answered with an unruly chuckle.

Gabriella felt tears press in her eyes. "Please," she whispered. "If you love me so much, do the right thing and let me go. I promise never to tell anyone."

"I love you, but I can't trust you. Especially since you have Troy Bolton who you tell everything to."

"That's not true," Gabriella denied. But even she could hear the lie in her voice. Logan smiled. "Just sit back," he told her. He leaned forward and framed her face in his hands. Gabriella's eyes went wide when he pressed his lips to hers. She thrashed her head from side to side, trying to break her lips with his. But his hands held her face in place. Gabriella opened her mouth and bit hard on his bottom lip. Logan yelped and yanked back, blood seeping from his lip. Gabriella started wiggling and pulling at the rope. She cried out in pain when the rope ripped her flesh, but her wrist slipped free a bit.

Logan grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. "You'll love me soon enough," he said before crashing his lips to hers again. Gabriella thrashed desperately in his arms, but failed to get free this time. He sucked at her lips, nipped and kissed. Gabriella let her tears flow and she tried to press her lips together, but he kept prying them open. "Stop!" she begged. She kicked at his leg and Logan pulled away from her. He pulled out a pocket knife from his pocket and Gabriella cried out in horror. Logan guided eh knife to the rope and cut it, purposely slashing a small cut across her burs from the rope.

Gabriella fell to the floor, her hands feeling like rubber. Her wrist were bruised badly and swollen. Blood was seeping out of the gash he had caused and she could still feel the ripping of her skin. Logan helped her sit up and he fell to the floor beside her. "I would never hurt you," he said. "Because I love you."

"Get away from me," Gabriella ordered, her voice filled with disgust and hatred. She started to move away form him, but Logan grasped her wrist, causing a yelp of pain to stammer out of her lips. He brought her wrist up to his lips and licked at the wound, causing Gabriella to flinch and cringe in disgust. She tried to wrestle her hands free from his, but Logan was much stronger. "God, I love you," he moaned as if her blood gave him immense pleasure. Then Gabriella's face paled. Oh God, what if it did? That would be…Gabriella's eyes closed at the disgusting thought. She didn't want to picture Logan cutting her and sucking her blood. That would be not normal and disgusting.

Gabriella looked around the room frantically. When she spotted the blade sitting by him she wrenched an arm free and yanked it up. Logan was taken aback, but smiled coolly after a second. Gabriella held the blade up, not bluffing. "I'm not playing," she hissed. "I'll kill you."

"You won't," Logan disagreed. Gabriella shook her head and thrusted the weapon forward. Logan moved out of the way and gasped her wrist, painfully twisting them and squeezing. Gabriella screamed as unbearable pain soured through her. She dropped the weapon and looked up at Logan with pleading eyes. Logan let go of her wrist and picked up the blade. He slipped back in his pocket, stood and then left.

Gabriella scooted against the wall and looked down at her wrist. She cringed at how battered they looked before dropping them to her side. She could feel the bile rising and she bent over, puking her guts out as the realization o being kidnapped dawned over her. But as she continued to throw up all the food she had ate that day and the disgust and fear, she just couldn't accept it. Was Sammy this scared? Of course he was. He was six.

Gabriella let sobs come with the puke. What if she never got out of here?

Gabriella let the last of it drop from her mouth before leaning back against the wall. She gripped her stomach and closed her eyes as dizziness crowded her mind. "Please let me get out," she whispered. "I love you, Troy. And I'm sorry."

Yes, yes, this is where the violence and the kind of unrealistic stuff comes into place. Let's see. I had stuff like this in my other stories. LWAM, Bliss, and SLRGGC. I don't know why I want this stuff in my stories. I just put them there. And Gabriella seems to be the victim most of the time. I guess it makes it more exciting?

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Thanks!-Brittany