Million Dollar Man

Chapter Twenty – Four: Aftermath

~ Troy Bolton ~

It's been two weeks since the whole incident with Jason. The funeral already happened, Gabriella and I didn't attend. Not for the part where he tried to rape and kidnap my fiancée, but because Gabriella never left the bedroom. Also the press around the whole story died down and the photographers had left the outside of the penthouse.

With each day Gabriella was getting worse. She barely ate cried most of the time, never slept and if she did it was riddled with nightmares. I felt completely helpless on what to do. Every time I touched her she'd flinch away and cry. Whenever I tried to talk with her, she was closed off and never replied.

So this morning, I woke up and showered quickly, before heading down towards the kitchen and make breakfast for the both of us. With a tray in hand, I walked back into our bedroom and placed the tray on her lap. She stared vacantly towards the television, her eyes dead and cheeks stained with tear tracks.

"I thought I'd invite Taylor over, you seem to need someone to talk to." I spoke softly, fighting the urge to touch her, but knew it'd only make things worse.

As usual, Gabriella didn't speak towards me. I sighed softly and moved away from the bed and back towards the main part of the house. A knock was heard on the front door, and I walked towards it, before opening it. Chad stood on the other side and had a somber look on his face as he walked past me and towards the living room.

"Hadn't heard from you in a while, boss. Everyone is starting to wonder if you're even coming back." Chad spoke

I rubbed my temples before answering "I haven't been too worried about coming back. I know that you're keeping everything in order?" Chad nodded his head "But I'm mostly worried about my fiancée right now."

Chad sighed heavily "How is she?"

"Not good." I whispered "She killed a man, Chad. How do you think she is?"

"Has she even….moved?"

"Only to shower or use the bathroom. She won't talk to me, let me touch her, she cries all the time. I've never felt more helpless."

"Then don't even worry about coming back then, boss. I'll keep everything underway till everything gets better for both you and Gabriella."

"Thanks, man"

Before either of us speak again, there was another knock on the door, and I reached forward to open it. Behind the door stood Taylor. Worry was etched all over her face and she held a bag full of what looked like cookies and pints of ice cream. She smiled sadly towards me before stepping into the penthouse.

"Thanks for coming by;" I spoke softly "She's up in the bedroom. I'm sure she hasn't touched her breakfast or anything."

"I'll get her to talk whether she likes it or not." She looked towards Chad, "Hi, I'm Taylor"

"Chad" He smiled and I knew the look that was on his face. He liked her.

Taylor blushed slightly before walking off towards the bedroom.

~ Gabriella Montez ~

I watched, on what seemed like, the 500th report about everything that happened at the hotel. Most of it was speculation since the police was keeping everything air tight, but it was still hard to watch. But I was torturing myself through this. I needed to be reminded of what I'd done. I killed Jason. Someone's son, brother or even husband.

"Knock, knock."

Looking away from the television and towards the bedroom door to see Taylor walk into the room. She smiled towards me and set her bags down on the bottom of the bed and turned to look towards the TV. A look crossed her face as she walked towards the room and turned it off, before walking back over and sitting with me.

"What are you doing here?" I spoke softly

"Troy called, he's worried about you and you won't talk to him."

It felt like my heart clenched tightly before releasing itself. Troy. I know I'd been horrible towards him, but I couldn't face him. I killed on of his men and even the touch from a man brought everything back to me. I knew that I was being a completely horrible human being, but I couldn't control it.

"I can't talk to Troy." I whispered "Troy wouldn't be able to understand."

Taylor chuckled with false humor "If anyone is going to understand you baby doll, it's going to be Troy. He loves you, and when I saw him open that door, I could see the heartbreak all over his face."

"I didn't mean…"

"We all know you didn't, baby girl. But you've been through hell and back, you're going to need him." Taylor spoke softly

After three pints of ice cream and crying, Taylor had left and I was feeling 100% better. From downstairs I could hear her and Troy talking as I picked up the garbage and threw it into a plastic bag. As I set the bag down beside the bed, I heard the bedroom door open, and I turned around to see Troy. My heart stopped, because it was like I was seeing him for the first time. He had bags under his eyes, hair was a mess, and a three days worth of beard. Instantly the tears started.

"Oh, Brie."

Troy rushed towards me and wrapped me in his arms. I clung onto him tightly, loving the feeling of his arms around me, and till that moment, didn't realize how much I missed being in them.

"I'm sorry. I've been terrible towards you." I cried

"Shhh, shh…we're going to get through this, Brie. Me and you, I'm not giving up on it."

"I don't want to either." I cried "I love you so much, Troy. I'm so sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Absolutely nothing."

I pulled back and kissed him passionately on the lips, loving the way my body reacted against his. His hands reached down and grabbed at my hips, pulling me forward, as he kissed me with so much passion.

"I love you. I love you. I'm so sorry."

Troy kissed me once more before carrying me to bed and holding me all night.

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