Chapter 4 – You're Bolton's Girl
AN: Well, I decided to update quickly for you peoples. I am enjoying writing this story, and want to get my thoughts and plans out. My exams end this weekend, and so I will be able to update more often. Wouldn't want you guys in suspense for too long! Anyway, here's the next chapter.
I don't, and will probably never, own High School Musical.
Gabriella's P.O.V
I woke up, looking at the clock in my room. The red numbers showed that it was midnight. Great! Four hours until I get to see Troy again. I tried falling back asleep, but couldn't. When I finally did, I felt hands shaking me awake. Assuming it was Troy, I quickly opened my eyes and sat up in bed. That's when I realized that I was wrong. Instead of staring into Troy's blue eyes, I stared into two sets of eyes, one green and one brown. They were wearing masks and all black, so I could not identify who they were. The one with brown eyes grabbed me, covering my mouth so I couldn't scream. I struggled against him, trying to make as much noise as possible, so Troy would hear me. My plan was unsuccessful. The man lifted me off the ground, holding me around my neck.
"Now my dear, don't struggle and talk loudly, and we promise not to kill lover boy in the next cabin." I froze. I didn't want Troy to get hurt. "That's a good girl."
"Who…who are you? How did you get in here?" I whispered, fear evident in my voice.
"Now honey, that's not important. We know who you are though. You're Bolton's Girl, and that's all that we need. And as to answer how we got in here? Knives are always helpful in cutting doorknobs out of wooden doors." He smirked.
"Why?" I asked, again my voice in a whisper.
"All in good time, sweetheart." The put a cloth to my nose, and I quickly gave into the blackness that was surrounding me."
Unknown P.O.V
"Who knew she would stop so quickly?" my partner said.
"Obviously she cares about Bolton, and doesn't want him to get injured." I grabbed the girl from my partner's arms. She was out cold, not even moving. "Did you leave the note?" My partner nodded.
"Why are we leaving a note again? I mean it's a girls cabin, won't the girls find it, not Bolton."
"How stupid are you? Remember that he is coming into her room through their secret passageway at 4? He'll find it then. Take the girls phone too! We want to have Bolton's number with us." My partner ran to the girl's dresser, and took the cell phone and charger that was lying there. With that, the two of us (and girl in my arms) we left the room, and went to the car that was parked outside. I placed her in the back seat, and got into the drivers seat, my partner sitting in the passengers seat. We drove off with our silent engine into the night.
Troy's P.O.V
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! SMACK! I hit my alarm after I realized it was reality and not just a beeping in my dream. When I saw the time I realized why I had my alarm on. Quickly getting dressed, I walked towards Gabriella's and my secret passageway. When I opened the door, I found her room empty, covers on her bed drawn. Where could she be? I walked around, when I saw the note taped on her drawers. I ripped it off, opened it, and began reading.
Bolton,
You probably don't remember me, but I remember you.
I remember what you did to me.
Thought I would forget?
You were wrong.
Nice girl you got here. Latina; good choice.
I'll make sure to tell her you love her when she awakes. Could be a while.
Don't come looking for me. You'll have your girl soon enough.
I'll bring her body back so you can properly burry it.
But not before I have a little fun.
Remember this Bolton; everything that happens to 'Bolton's Girl' is payback for what you did to me.
I'll tell her that as well.
Goodnight Bolton, Sleep tight. Gabriella won't.
I screamed. I screamed louder than I ever had, tears streaming down my face. She was gone, kidnapped, and I didn't know who did it. Everybody I knew liked me, I didn't remember anyone who didn't. I must have woken up the entire cabin complex, because Sharpay and Kelsi came running into the room, and Taylor ran to open the door for Chad, Ryan and Zeke. Taylor returned with the guys. Everyone had a worried look on his or her face.
"Troy, what happened? Where's Gabs?" Taylor asked me frantically.
"She…she's…gone." I said, fresh leaking from my eyes. The girls burst into tears.
"Dude, what do you mean she's gone?" Chad asked, concerned.
"She was taken! She was kidnapped!" I screamed. The girls were crying harder now, their boyfriends comforting them. How I wished I could be comforting Gabi right now. Suddenly my dad and Ms. Darbus burst through the door.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? YOU WOKE UP THE ENTIRE CAMP SITE! YOU BETTER EXPLAIN – " He never finished his sentence. His eyes looked at me, and he immediately calmed down. "Troy, what happened?" I couldn't repeat my words, my breath unsteady and tears staining my face, so I handed him and Ms. Darbus the note. Ms. Darbus began screaming, while my dad took out his cell phone.
"Hello? 911? We have an emergency. A girl of ours has been kidnapped with a note left behind. Please send your police A.S.A.P" my dad nodded a couple of times, responding yes and no to some questions. Finally, he gave the police the address, and hung up. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around me in a hug.
"Dad…th…they took her. How…how could I have not pro…protected her." My voice cracked.
"Troy, it's not your fault."
"YES IT IS! DON'T YOU SEE? THEY TOOK HER BECAUSE OF ME!! SHE'S GONNA GET HURT BECAUSE OF ME!" I collapsed in my dad's arms crying. He picked me up, and carried me to the mess hall, my crying friends and sobbing Ms. Darbus following.
The police arrived within minutes. Caution tape was put around the cabin complex, because it was considered a crime scene. The police had taken the note, and were reviewing it. My father had his arms wrapped around my shoulders. Each member of my cabin was holding a crying girlfriend in his or her arms. The rest of camp was told to go back to bed, and they would find out what happened in the morning. Mrs. Montez was called, but she was told to stay home to be safe. A police officer approached me.
"Troy, did you hear anything, you being in the room closest to hers?" I was still crying.
"No. I swear I heard nothing."
"What made you go into her room? Answer honestly." My father eyed me at this question.
"We found out we had a secret passageway between our rooms. Gabriella, this being her first ever time at overnight camp, was becoming homesick. I went into her room last night at the same time and comforted her. I was going to do the same tonight when…" I couldn't finish my sentence.
"Why 4 in the morning? Why not midnight or another time?"
"Because 4 in the morning is when her father died, and so she tends to get homesick the worst at that time."
"Yet when you came in, she wasn't there."
"Yeah" my voice cracked.
"It says in the note this was done for payback. Do you know anyone who hated you?"
"Not that I can remember…" I began thinking. "Wait." I remembered now. The one person who had hated me ever since we were in seventh grade. The one person who had sent me to the hospital and was arrested for it. The only person that had caused me to fear for my own life, and now Gabriella's. Those green eyes were what had haunted me for the past five years. I could never forget those eyes.
Gabriella's P.O.V
I woke up in a cold, dark basement, and my head pounding. The memories of what had happened to me flooded back into my mind. Why was I here? Was Troy okay? I was alone, so these questions remained unanswered. When I tried to stretch, I realized my arms were handcuffed together behind my back. They were handcuffed around a pole that was extending from the ceiling to the floor. I was scared. Suddenly, the door to the basement swung open, light flooding into the room. A man walked down the stairs, wearing all black, but no mask on his face. He had scar going across his right eye, and had black hair. But it was the eyes that send a shiver down my spine. The eyes were green, but were so cold and hard. He walked right up to me; close enough for me to smell the stench of cigarettes and alcohol on his breath.
"Well, Gabriella, glad you've woken up. You're a very heavy sleeper." He chuckled at his own joke. "I bet you're just dying to know why you're here. Let me show you." I stood up, went to the corner of the room, and grabbed a book off the shelf. When he returned, I saw that it was a photo album. He opened it up, and took out a picture, showing me. He was standing in the picture, with a boy beside him. They looked like they were 10 years old. He had his arm around the boy, the boy doing the same to him. When I saw the boy beside him, I gasped. The blue eyes and sandy brown hair were unmistakable.
"Wanna know the reason? Bolton. Bolton's the reason you're here, and Bolton's the reason you're gonna die here." He began laughing a cold, evil laugh. The kind you only heard in movies. But I knew this was not a movie.
This was reality.
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