The Guy Next Door

Chapter 15

Here is Chapter 15!

I drove really fast, faster than I should have but I didn't care. I was there within five minutes. I parked the car then headed to the door. It was locked but I still had my key so I unlocked it and went inside. I looked in the living room but he wasn't there. "Troy!" I called. "Troy it's Gabriella where are you?!" I called again. I went in the kitchen and found beer cans all over as well as some spilled beer. "What the hell is this? Did he have a party or something?" I said to myself. I didn't see any garbage or signs of a party. Troy couldn't have drunk all this beer himself though right? I mean he knows drinking that much can be dangerous for him doesn't he? I thought. After thinking that I immediately had a bad thought. "Troy!" I ran into the nursery and he wasn't there, I ran into the bathroom and he wasn't there but the mirror had been broken and there was blood dripping into the bedroom. No, no, no. I cautiously walked into the bedroom and the huge mirror that had been in the room was smashed to bits with even more blood. "Troy!" I ran into the bathroom and I was horrified at what I saw. There was blood on the floor leading to the bathtub where there was bloody water. I saw Troy's clothes on the floor and some more beer cans but where was Troy? I gasped in realization and got into the tub fishing for Troy, I couldn't see because the water was too dark so I moved my hands around in the water and turned myself around. After five minutes I finally ran my hands over something solid. I closed my hands around the solid item and lifted it up. It was Troy. I used all my strength to lift him out of the water but I ended up slipping and falling, hitting my head on the tub in the process. I grabbed Troy's phone from his discarded pants and dialed 911 then I blacked out.

I woke up to bright lights and a sanitized smelling room. I was in the hospital that much was true. I looked around but I was the only one in the room. I tried sitting up but a pain shot through my head and I felt like I had been hit multiple times with a metal item such as a golf club or hammer. I yelled in pain but it only made it worse and I started crying. I tried to remember what had happened but couldn't remember, I looked around and noticed my clothes on a nearby chair which were soaked and bloody. I instantly remembered what happened. "Troy…" I breathed. Then I got out of the bed, despite the pain and my unbalanced self, and started heading out of the room. I needed to see Troy; I needed to know he was okay. I stumbled all over and held my head as I moved. I moved to the door and fell against it as I lost my balance. I pushed myself back up and slowly opened the door as I was struggling. Once out in the hall I looked both ways and saw what appeared to be a desk at the end of the hall to the left. I started heading down that way falling against both the left wall and right wall as I was clearly unbalanced. The moving made my head hurt worse and I could feel myself blacking out once more but I kept pushing myself. I needed to see Troy, I wasn't going to die without seeing him one last time and I knew at this point I was going to die.

I continued down the hall and it was as if I were in a horror movie, one of those horror movies where the main character has some mental problems or some shit. I was walking down a white hallway in a hospital with some lights flickering and it appeared as though it was abandoned. The pain in my head got to be too severe and I had collapsed to the ground. From there I continued down the hall by crawling. I heard voices but I couldn't make out what they were saying as my hearing became impaired. My vision started to blur and soon it started to go all together. My brain was shutting down from the pain, no doubt my condition's doing. "No." I said in a barely audible or understandable voice. "No, not like this, I'm not going to go like this." I thought to myself. I started crawling faster, or at least as fast as I could. I finally got to the desk and I heard more voices and felt people touching me. "W-Where's T-Troy?" I tried saying but I guess they couldn't understand. "T-Troy!" I tried shouting. I got another shot of pain in my head and then everything stopped. All the voices, the touching, I couldn't see or hear anything. Everything was dark and no one was around, then the weirdest thing happened to me, I saw myself lying on the floor lifeless, with doctors surrounding me as well as some other staff members looking concerned. I had died, I knew that now as I watched the seen below. Great. I didn't even get to see Troy, or get to know if he was okay, and I didn't even get to tell him my feelings, my true feelings regarding him, regarding us. I wanted to cry but didn't have a body and therefore no eyes or tear ducts to do so. All I could do was watch the scene below. Then a bright light came from behind me. I turned around. It was beautiful. I started heading towards it as I felt like it was pulling me. I took one last look at the scene behind me. "Goodbye Troy." Then I went into the light.

Shortly after I woke up, gasping for air and my heart racing. I was back in the hospital. "Miss .Montez? Miss. Montez can you hear me? Please speak up if you can hear me." My doctor said. "I-I can h-hear you." I managed to say. I heard many sighs of relief and it was not until then that I realized there were more people in the room. Along with my doctor there was a second doctor, and 3 nurses. I looked down at my chest, I was hooked up to a heart monitor and the cardiac defibrillators were still on my chest from when they revived me. They saw me looking at them and then removed them. I tried moving but my head still hurt. "Miss. Montez please don't attempt to move, you need emergency surgery, until then any movement you make will only worsen your condition as it has progressed rapidly." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My doctor had been telling me since the day I moved here that it would progress and get worse but I had always hoped I had a lot longer than this. "O-Okay." I said. "But I want to see Troy, Troy Bolton, he's here right? Please tell me he is here and oh god; please tell me he is alive." I begged, pleading as I started to cry. "Yes Mr. Bolton is okay, we were able to revive him, and he has been healing pretty quickly. I can take you to see him for a few minutes but it has to be quick, you need the surgery as soon as possible." I just nodded slightly, which hurt my head even more. Then my doctor took me to Troy's room. "Gabriella?!" Troy shouted as soon as I was wheeled in. He ran over to me and hugged me tight "Oh god baby I heard you died, I was so scared!" He touched me all over just to make sure I was really there. But I could only think of one thing. "Did he just call me baby?"

"Troy? Oh Troy thank god you're okay!" I said as I recovered from my thoughts. I hugged him back tighter and cried tears of joy. He wiped my tears away "Shh baby its okay, shh I'm here, I'm okay." He kissed my cheek and held me. "I w-was so s-scared when I f-found you and then I-I d-die…" He shook his head. "Don't say it, please don't say it. I'm here now, I'm safe. Everything's going to be okay now that I have you back." He kissed me again this time on my forehead and some more of my tears fell. "T-Troy I n-need to g-get su-surgery. My condition has g-gotten w-worse." He looked at me with fear in his eyes but also a sense of knowing. He knew it had to be done just like I did. He nodded, then he turned to my doctor. "Make sure she comes out of there alive." My doctor nodded. "G-goodbye T-Troy." I said. He snapped his head towards me. "No, no don't you dare say goodbye Gabriella, don't you dare. I will see you again. I will." He said in the most serious voice I had ever heard him use. I nodded and then my doctor reeled me out and took me to get ready for my surgery.

Troy's POV

I watched as Gabriella's doctor reeled her away, I watched until she was out of sight. I hated the idea of her going into surgery, I lost her once, I didn't want to lose her again. I went back to my bed and layed in it thinking. So much had happened; I couldn't even fathom what would have happened if Gabriella didn't find me in our bathtub. I drank too much and I was pissed at the world, at myself, I couldn't look in the mirror at myself, I was disgusted by what I saw, so I punched both mirrors in our house and hurt myself pretty bad, though at the time I couldn't feel anything due to the amount of alcohol I had consumed. I got in the bathtub to clean myself off with a drink still in my hand but with the loss of blood and the amount of alcohol in my system, I passed out and evidently drowned. I couldn't believe I had been so stupid; thank god Gabriella came to the house and found me. If it wasn't for her, I'd still be dead right now. But one question kept popping in my head, why had she come back? I was sure she wasn't going to after what happened, and honestly I didn't blame her. I knew one thing though, actually two things. One, I had made my decision and I had discovered what I really wanted, and what I wanted was a petite brown eyed, curly haired beauty, Gabriella. I wanted her and no one else, I didn't want Sharpay, that was a thing of the past and I knew that now because I knew it wasn't meant to be, but with Gabriella I just couldn't help but feel that we belonged together and I couldn't picture my life without her and when this whole thing was over I was going to quit being a coward and tell her how I really felt. And second, I was going to ask what had made her come back after what I did. I smiled to myself thinking about it, and with that I went to Gabriella's room to wait for her to come out of surgery.

Gabriella's POV

I had my surgery and a week later was allowed out of the hospital. Due to everything that happened with Troy and I, our teacher allowed us to make-up the project since we had been in the hospital. So Emma Rose was still with us, and we were back in the apartment. When we left the hospital the first thing we did was go back to the apartment and clean it up before allowing Emma back into the house. The whole hospital situation had really caused Troy and I to bond, and quite a lot I might add. However, I still hadn't been able to talk to him about my feelings. That was going to change today though. I put Emma down for a nap and waited for Troy to get home from work. When he got home I let him wash up and get something to eat. I on the other hand was not allowed to go back to work for a month. When Troy had finally settled in I spoke up. "Troy?" I asked. He looked at me. "Yes Ella?" I looked down "I-I need to talk to you." Troy didn't reply so I looked up to see that his facial expression had changed. He looked more serious now. He put his soda down and turned to me. "I need to talk with you to." I nodded. "You can go first if you would like." I was still nervous. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Positive." I replied. He nodded. "First, there has been something I have wanted to ask you since…everything happened." I nodded, understanding that he met the hospital situation. "Okay, what is it you have wanted to ask?" He took a deep breath. "Why did you come back?" I looked at him with pure shock; I was taken off guard by his question. "Why I c-came back?" I repeated. He nodded. It was my turn to take the deep breath. "That's what I have wanted to talk to you about. There is something I need to say, and it is important so that is why I came back on that day. I was going to attempt to talk to you about it then, after some persuasion from my mom." He nodded understanding. "Okay, what is it you needed to say?" I looked down and closed my eyes taking another deep breath. "You know how anytime we have gotten really close, I-I've made an excuse to leave or to stop it, or get away from it?" I asked. "Yes." He said. "Well, that's because, it's because…" I sighed. "It's because I really like you and I'm afraid if I allow myself to get too close to you, or if I allow myself to give in to my desires, to give into you, that I'm going to get hurt." A few minutes went by and Troy hadn't said anything. I was about to give up when I felt his hand lift my chin up to meet his gaze. "Gabriella…" I tried not to look into his eyes but I gave in and soon was looking straight into those amazing, mesmerizing, ocean blue eyes of his. "I know I have hurt you in the past, like, a lot, and I know I have given you every reason to feel the way you do but you have to believe me when I say that you mean everything to me and I swear to god I'll kill myself before ever hurting you again." I gave him a small smile, but then I remembered that he wanted to say something else to. "Troy, what is the second thing you wanted to tell me now that I have told you what I wanted." Troy kept his gaze on me and then pushed some hair from my face before leaving it to rest on my cheek. "I wanted to tell you that I like you a lot to, and I also wanted to ask why you acted strange when things did get a bit intimate between us but you have already answered that. I wanted to tell you that I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the day you came over to my house and helped cheer me up. I know I picked on you after that but it was only because I was stupid and was worried about what others thought about me and was worried about my image. But I realized that I didn't want to be that guy anymore, I realized I would never be able to get you out of my head after that night. I almost kissed you that night, and god damn it I should have, I should have ended it with Sharpay the next day, and I should have started getting to know you more. But I've gotten to know you, and it's been over between Sharpay and I, and right now you're the only thing that I want." He kissed me hard yet passionately after that and out of instinct and bad habit I pulled back and tried resisting. He pulled back and moved his mouth up to my ear and whispered, "It's time to stop resisting me." My breath caught and I got tingles throughout my body. He moved his lips to my neck and started kissing it then worked his way back up to my mouth. I did as he said and I stopped resisting him as I kissed back with all the pent up emotions and passion I've had for so long.