A/N: Ok, so this is my first fanfic. It takes place after college, which Gabriella didn't complete because of her loser boyfriend. Let's call it the year 2012 probably in early December so it would be almost 2013.

Gabriella walked through the door of the apartment that she shared with her boyfriend Spencer. The apartment was nothing special, just a kitchen, living room, bathroom and a tiny bedroom. That was really all that she could afford. She worked during the day at a daycare center and then waited tables at the restaurant downstairs at night. Of course, Spencer was of no help at all. He didn't have a job and his favorite pastime was going to the bar with his buddies, on Gabriella's dime. Spencer made perfectly sure that his relationship with Gabriella was based purely on sex and money. He had no intention on being exclusive and it was no secret that he wasn't really in love with her.

"Baby, are you home?" Gabriella called as she set her purse on the counter. She didn't get a response. OK good. She thought to herself. I guess this means I can do this without worrying about being interrupted.

She pulled the white pharmacy bag out of her purse and went to the bathroom. She had bought three tests just to make sure there couldn't be a mistake.

She took the first out of the box and carefully read the directions. After peeing on the stick, then doing it two more times with the other two tests, she sad down on the toilet and waited for her results.

"Oh, please don't let me be pregnant." She prayed "Please, please, please, just not right now. Oh, God you know I don't know how to handle him. Please, let him be sober when he comes home. Please don't let me be pregnant.

She checked her watch. 3 minutes. It was time to reveal the truth.

She picked up the first test, shut her eyes, took a breath, and pulled it out of the box,

Positive.

Tears started streaming down her face "no….."

The second test…..positive.

"Oh My God, no….no!" she was hysterical

Test number three…positive.

She collapsed to the bathroom floor in hysterical sobs. "Oh Christ, what have I gotten myself into? He is going to kill me and my baby. Oh my God."

She heard the door shut and the keys rattle. She hurriedly threw all of the test and boxes into the trash and tried to rid her face of any evidence of her breakdown. She slowly opened the bathroom door and walked into the kitchen where Spencer was standing in front of the open refrigerator.

"Hi Baby." She whispered

"What the hell is wrong with you?" her boyfriend asked turning around with a beer clutched in his hand.

"Something happened and before I tell you, just promise me that you won't hit Me." she said beginning to cry.

"Oh what the fuck Gabriella. What did you do now?" he spat

"I'm pregnant."

"You're a slut, you know that? You are a useless bitch. How do I even know its mine you whore?"

She was sobbing. She had no defenses so she just stood there in front of him.

"Go to the bedroom." He said not even looking at her. She didn't move. "I'm serious. Go right now or else I'm going to smack you."

She turned around and quickly walked to the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed staring at the wall.

A few minutes later, Spencer walked in and stood in front of her.

"I'm going to Tooley's. Give me some money."

"Wait, Spencer. Before you go can we just talk about this for a minute?"

"Gabi, what is there to talk about? You slept around and got yourself knocked up. You're going to get fat and you aren't going to be able to work and bring in money to pay for this place. You're ruining my life. Happy now?"

"You know full well that I don't sleep around-"

"No. I know full well that you are a slutty bitch. If you don't go into the kitchen and get me some money right now you will not be happy and neither will that little thing growing inside you."

Gabriella got up and walked into the kitchen. She grabbed her purse, pulled out a twenty dollar bill, and handed it to Spencer.

"When will you be home?" she asked him quietly.

"I don't know. Probably really late." He said as he walked through the door and slammed it behind him.

Gabriella stood in the hall looking toward the door. Oh My God, I don't have very much time. She quickly looked out the window to make sure that Spencer was gone. When the coast was clear, she grabbed her cell phone and scrambled to call speed #1, her best friend Taylor.

"Helloooooo" Taylor sang into the phone.

"Taylor, it's me. Um, don't say anything until I'm finished and I'll explain later."

"Gabi, what-" Taylor tried

"No, Listen. Spencer is out for the night and I need you to come over here right now. Bring your truck and some boxes and please get over here fast, need to get away." She said to her best friend, fighting back tears.

"Oh my God. Ok, I'll be right over." Taylor hung up the phone, grabbed her keys, and ran through the garage to her Explorer picking up a cardboard box on the way over.

Meanwhile, Gabriella began going through her apartment finding storage containers to put her belongings in. She could only find one cardboard box so she started getting desperate. She pulled the bag of trash out of the garbage bin in the kitchen and threw it on the floor. She brought the trash can into the bedroom and began piling various DVD's and CD's into the bottom. She tore the quilt off of the bed and shoved it in the top.

Just then Taylor barged through the door.

" Taylor, we don't have time to talk right now. Just go through and pack up everything that is mine. We really have to hurry. If Spencer comes back and I'm still here, it won't be a good situation." She said while throwing armfuls of clothes into one of the boxes that Taylor brought.

In about 15 minutes, the girls had packed just about everything they could get their hands on including books, candles, shampoo, pots and pans, and photo albums. Before they left, Gabriella wrote a note to Spencer saying:

I'm sorry I had to do this. I didn't feel like my baby and I were in a safe place. I'm fine so just let me go. I love you, Gabriella.

She put it on the table and the girls packed everything into the car and drove away.

A/N: Alright, that's just the beginning so it will get better hopefully. I'm seriously really new to this so all the help I can get is welcome.