J O U R N E Y
Chapter 13: Pink Dreams
Written by: BeneathTheSurface
Summary: Sequel to E X T R A H E L P. Twenty nine year old Gabriella Montez and her girlfriend twenty two year old Sharpay Evans are making a new chapter in their lives. Gabpay; femslash; GabriellaxSharpay
Dedicated to my girlfriend I love you and I hope you're having fun :)
What Happened Last:
There was a man with a beer bottle in his hand looking down. He looked about her age with brownish blonde hair. He looked up and right then she knew. Those ocean blue eyes.
"Troy," she whispered.
"I told you I'd be back,"
Gabriella's eyes widened in horror at the sight of her ex boyfriend in front of her. She had no idea at that moment why he was there. It's been almost five years since they saw one another and she could clearly see, he hasn't given up on her. How did he even know she was in LA? Where she and Sharpay lived? All these questions and no answers.
"How did you know I lived here?" she asked him the dreading question. He pushed his way in, slurring his words as he spoke.
"It's simple…Sharpay is on every TV show including Regis and Kelly, how the hell am I not gonna know," he replied, wobbling a little bit. "Mmm…nice place, although I could afford a better place then this; you know the house you've always wanted?" he said as he scaled the penthouse, turning to look at her finally spotting her stomach.
"Whoa, who knocked you up?" he said.
Gabriella stood there with her hands on her hips, looking sternly at him "None of your business. The point is that it isn't yours," she told him.
"So you cheated on Sharpay--"
"—Never! I'm not you and I never want to be you!" she yelled at him, causing him to take a step backwards.
"Okay, okay I see how it is," he told her holding his hands up, hitting the back of the couch.
"It's Sharpay's, there you happy now?"
"Last I heard she didn't have this package," he laughed slightly, grabbing his groin "You know something you used to like, which I still know you do,"
Gabriella scoffed. "Please you didn't satisfy me for years,"
Troy's nostrils flared when he heard that, but he kept his cool. "You really think that the blonde bimbo is better in that department then me?"
Gabriella laughs slightly. "She is hundred times better then you. You have no idea how many times I scream her name when we do it, not that you need to know. So yes Troy I do believe she is in fact better…then you," she smiles triumphantly.
Troy's anger begins to boil inside of him. He hated being made a fool of, especially by his ex. People discovered Gabriella left him for someone seven years younger then him and worst of all a woman, so that really set a fire to his ego.
Gabriella sighed, making her way to the door "Now if we are done here, I suggest that you get out," she said, showing him the door, but he doesn't make any move for it. "Did you not hear me? I said get out Troy,"
He sat up off the couch and smiled devilishly "Oh I heard you, but I'm not listening to you,"
"Well too bad this is my place and I'm telling you out," she told him as he continued walking closer to her, making her feel a tad uncomfortable.
As he advances closer, the phone begins to ring from the kitchen, causing her to advert her eyes to it. She sighs walking towards the ringing phone, unbeknownst to her that she is being followed close by. Once she retrieves the phone off the hook suddenly she feels something shatter over her head, then everything went black.
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Sharpay sat in her tour bus with her band; everyone was mingling except for her. She was too busy worrying about if this was a good decision to go now or to just wait. Of course Gabriella did tell her not to worry and to have a great show blah blah blah and she did have Mark check on her when necessary, so Sharpay guessed that everything was going to be fine. Although, she just couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen, but she was in San Diego now and hopefully Mark would call her soon with good news.
As if by clockwork, her phone began to go off causing her to flip it open.
"Mark how is she?" she asked him.
He sighed into the phone. "I don't know. I called her twice, but she never picked up. I'm going over there right now to see if she's okay and that she was only in the bathroom and that's why she didn't answer. I called her cell as well and she didn't pick that up either," he told her, making her stomach knot up in fear.
She hoped and prayed that Gabriella was okay and that nothing happened to her or the baby. "Okay, just call me and let me know how everything is, please?"
"Of course, bye,"
"Bye," Sharpay flipped her phone shut, now more nervous then before.
I should've just listened to my instinct and maybe just maybe whatever happened wouldn't have happened. But maybe she really was in the bathroom and I'm just being paranoid. God I hope she's okay.
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Mark walks into the entrance of where Sharpay and Gabriella's place is located and towards the elevator. He presses the button with their floor number on it, then waits for it to go make its way up to it. Once the elevator hits the floor, the doors open and he walks down the hall to where their apartment is.
Once he gets there, he placed the key that Sharpay gave him incase he needed to get in and turns it, but it turned out the door was already unlocked. He was confused by this because Gabriella wouldn't leave the door unlocked, so this scared him. He hoped he didn't step in and see something he really didn't want to see.
He stepped inside to see the apartment the way it was, but no sign of Gabriella anywhere. "Gabriella!" he called shutting the door behind him, taking slow strides.
He scaled the place, until he walked closer to the kitchen to see a body laying on the floor in a shattered bottle around it.
"Gabriella!" He yelled running to her side. He leaned down to see that her head was laying in a pool of her own blood. He ran into the bathroom to look for a towel and quickly came back to her side. He lifted her head, holding the towel on the wound to stop the blood. He quickly pulled his phone out and dialed 911, getting the operator immediately.
"Hello yes I found my friend unconscious in her apartment with her head smashed opened. She's eight months pregnant and she has a very weak pulse. The address is 5480 Hollywood Blvd. Apt. 8934. Thank you so much and please hurry," He frantically said, after getting the okay that the ambulance was on their way he hung up.
"Please be okay Gabs, please," he whispered to her, cradling her head in his lap as her blood coated his hand and the towel quickly.
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Sharpay frantically paced back and forth in the parking lot of the arena in San Diego. Mark hasn't called back yet and she wanted to know the hell was going on with her wife and if she was okay. She feared that something happened to her and the baby, but she didn't want to leave that. As she thought all of this her phone began causing her to answer it quickly.
"Hello Mark, tell me she's okay," she asked in a frantic tone.
He sighed. "Shar, you gotta get back here. I'm at the hospital, there…there has been an accident and Gabriella isn't okay,"
TO BE CONTINUE!
You guys all hate me. I know you do, I mean first I leave you guys hanging with no updates and then this stupid cliffhanger. But I hope you guys like it anyway, it's for dramatic effect really, but still. Thank you for the past reviews and the future ones as well. Good news is that I do have the new story coming out soon and I have a three shot Gabpay coming out fairly soon as well, so look out for those. Hopefully I'll update again soon and please review; again thank you for the reviews.lol
Love you Michelle :)
