Chapter 18. and I made it a long one. Hope you like it. Read it, Enjoy it, Review it!
Chapter 18
"I'm sorry we can't finish up our visit dad." Gabriella frowned, letting go of her dad so she could slip her carryon over her shoulder. They were standing in the middle of the San Diego airport; although it didn't seem as loud as it did a few weeks earlier. Her dad gave her a small smile before actually speaking, "Mija, it's fine. Wasn't it always the plan to spend a plan to spend a late Christmas with your mom anyway?" he asked, he didn't know what happened; but, he didn't want to harass anyone. Especially when Angie came to hime with waterfalls of tears gushing down her face. He didn't ask, but he would find out. "why don't you go on, you're going to miss your flight..."
"That's the thing, dad..." Gabriella said in a hushed voice; Angie was sitting on the bench behind them, cheeks swollen and eyes rimmed with sore, redness from the crying. "yes, we usually a late Christmas with mom, but...Angie...she just wants to go home...and I don't blame her; after what happened..." she whispered that last part; it was spoken so softly that mr. Montez only saw her lips move. But, he frowned at what he did. What happened? he thought, must be pretty bad. "Okay, want me to call your mother and"-a deep breath-"tell her you're not going to be able to make it this year?"
Gabriella smiled slightly, but shook her head lightly from side to side. She was about to tell him that she had already called and told her mother that morning, but the louder speaker came on and announced the next flight, "flight 7640 to New York is now boarding...flight 7640 is boarding." Gabriella gave one more kiss to her dad and pulled Angie to her feet; who in turn gave her grandpa a tight embrace. It took all her self-control not to break down and cry; Angie hated showing weakness. Hated showing vulnerability, and after yesterday (also known as, Angie worst Christmas ever!) she swore to herself that it would never happen again. She would be made of stone if it was a choice.
"Bye grandpa..." she murmured into his ear, pulling away to put carryon on her shoulder. Everything that involved lifting, seemed and felt heavier to her. "Bye Angie," he said, examining his granddaughter's sad and solemn features; ever since she'd ran into his kitchen, she hasn't smiled...at least...not a genuine happy smile. Only a sad one, "you going to be okay?" she nodded fastly, again, with a sad smile on her face; before walking to the plane with her mom. Back to New York she goes, and in New york she soon will be. She sighed quietly as she looked out the window as the plane set to lift off.
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Troy didn't get a wink of sleep last night, and when he did, he would wake up again two hours later. He didn't mean to blow up at Angie; it's just that when Celine was crying...she was his finance...and well, isn't it expected of him to stick up for her and protect her? Was that so wrong? And, if what he did was right, then why did Gabriella blow up at him?
Of course, he already knew that answer; he'd seen it with his own eyes. Angie; running out in tears and Gabriella going upstairs and grabbing both hers and Angies suitcases before leaving herself. He couldn't get her words out his head..."..YOU'RE NOT GOING TO SEE US AGAIN!" Those words made him feel weak, made feel like lying in a darkened room for 24 hours was just what he needed.
He just want to lay there on his disheveled sheets of the bed and wallow alone in his self-pity and his guilt and his shame. It felt like a huge weight of bricks and boulders were thrown on his body; he didn't think he could move. Rip! he just wanted to shut the world out and then just be left-Rip! those who would disturb him knew better than to piss him off.
Crash!
'what the hell?' he thought. The noises were coming from the other room and it was making it extremely difficult to ignore every...little...damn...thing! Crash! "Grr..." he growled, sitting up slowly while rubbing his temples. Thud! he growled again; shooting himself upwards, causing a wave of extreme wave of vertigo to hit; he brought his hand to his forehead and just cradled it as he walked slowly to the bedroom door. He turned the knob and cracked it open; just enough for him to see what was going on, but when he saw what he saw he felt his eyes widen and he threw the door open so hard that it might have caused a dent in the wall, but he couldn't be so sure.
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"Celine!" Troy yelled, feeling his already rigid back grow more stiff, "what's all this?"
"Oh! Hey Troy!" she greeted, her usually shiny red hair was all tangled and dull, as much as it was sticking up in all sorts of weird directions. "Well, Christmas is over, so I just thought that I'd tidy up the place and throw away the deca...deci...dec...you know, the shiny stuff." she returned back to her struggle; seriously, has she ever had a Christmas tree before? Troy stopped her once again.
"It took me and Angie two days just for the tree..." Troy explained, Celine stopped what she was doing and gaped, then...she erupted.
"Two days?"-Troy nodded-"just for something that is supposed to be burned in the fireplace?" when her voice is this shockingly calm, then that's a big tipoff that she is pissed and her path better be clear, "two fucking days!" Now this is the part that always scares Troy.
"TROY BOLTON! YOU KNOW THAT I HATE WHEN VISITORS COME IN AND DO STUFF ON THEIR OWN ACCORD WITH OUR HOUSE! HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID AND INVITE THEM IN! THIS...THIS JUST TAKES THAT CAKE; MARK THIS TROY BOLTON, THE DAY WE GET MARRIED IS THE DAY YOU FORGET ALL ABOUT MIRTEZ-"
"Montez." he corrected.
"WHOEVER! THE POINT IT..." she took a deep breath to steady her nerves, she massaged her temples slowly before saying, "It's me ore that bitch with your 'love' child..so, me or them...take your pick."
Troy's eyes went wide with shock for only a second, then they narrowed as heard the next words out of his mouth. (That's right he was glaring at her.) He didn't need to think about it, he just felt that somehow, he was making the right choice. "Them." he felt a smirk climb on his face, "I choose them."
"Uh! Excuse me!"
"T-H-," he spelled it slowly as his eyes blazed like a bright blue fire, "E-M. Them; don't ever talk about Gabriella or my daughter that way again, get the picture?"
Her mouth gaped like a fish, she was at a loss for words; and then the real set noise broke in, "Ah! Ah!" she screamed, she looked around frantically and picked up the first thing she saw and chucked it at Troy. It hit his head and knocked him back a little; he fell into a chair. "Ow," he grunted, moving his hand to the spot right above his left brow, his fingers had a thing of blood on them. Damn, she had good aim, and she had one hell of a good arm. After more screams, she stomped out of the house. For the first time in 11 years, Troy felt the silence as a peacefullness. He smiled to himself as her looked around the room at the mess; he actually didn't want to clean it up. It wasn't his mess and Celine wasn't there to tell him otherwise (it felt good to be free!), when he looked at the coffee table his eyes stopped at a crumpled paper ball. He picked it up and unwraveled it, it was a letter-no, a diary entry; it wasn't dated, so he had no clue when it was written. He walked to the nearest wall and leaned against it as he read slowly:
Dear Diary,
I know I know
My plans have..basically...fallen through. I mean,
I try and she just passes it off like a stupid bug on the windsheild.
But, that's not what bothers me. what bothers me is that my father
is a gullible asshole *pardon the language, but it's true!*
He doesn't see the bitch in the same light as I do. And...
she scares me...like a lot, but not in the slasher movie kind of way.
And also, I sort of can't get her 'supposedly' threatening blackmail
threat..in truth..I found it as funny as comical relief. I mean, come on!
think of something better why don't you! Seriously, I think she should look
into being a comedian when the job as a parttime hooker runs out. Haha! oh
look, i made a funny.
Troy laughed at this part, instantly, he knew who wrote this.
I know this is a lot, probably the most i've ever
written to you. But, I just needed to blow off steam, and i
could always trust you to listen.
Tootles-
Angie.
p.s.
Don't tell my dad (as if you could actually talk! that
would be kind of cool..wait, no it wouldn't..) but, i'm writing him a song
for a Christmas present. I hope he'll like it. Here, I got the lyrics-well, part
of them any way, but it's what i got so far:
I wander down an empty road,
I stand at the frosty corner; awaiting your wings to cover me,
But my dark is so thick...I can hardly see,
please, daddy, save me.
Save me from this dark,
save me from this hole
help me protect my heart and soul...
So what'cha think? let me know..i'll try to finish.
again, tootles-
Angie.
Troy suddenly felt a lump grow in his throat. His daughter was going to write him a song? And he...how could he have been so...been such a...a gullible asshole! he folded the paper neatly and put it in his back poket, he knew what he had to do. he just didn't know where to start. Well, he remembers that Angie said that they were staying with Gabriella's dad. He would start there. He only had so little time.
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