AN: There's a bit of coarse language in the first chapter.

Summary: Gabriella's engaged to Eric Mitchell. He treats her great in public … But what about behind closed doors? What does she live with everyday? Troyella.

I Want Out

Gabriella's POV

Flashback

"Gabriella, would you make me the happiest guy in the world, and marry me?" he asked.

"Yes," I whispered tearfully.

End Flashback

That was the worst decision of my life. If I had known what I was getting myself into, I would've said no. In fact, I wouldn't have gone out with him in the first place. What did I do to deserve this? Nothing I can think of. Or, maybe … Is this a punishment for stealing 'Sharpay's musical'? No, I don't think so. Besides, Sharpay forgave me, we're really good friends now.

Oh, God! How I wish it would end. But I can't do anything to stop it. He threatens me daily:

'Don't tell, or you'll be sorry!'

And:

'You shitty slut, get over here and fuck me.'

What am I supposed to do? I try to be good, I really do. I give him his meals, I clean his house, and I give him sex almost daily.

It just doesn't seem right. But nothing is right anymore. Not since me and Troy broke up. Even though we both agreed it was for the best and it was a mutual decision, I still had feelings for him.

And I couldn't help but think, maybe he felt the same; He was young, athletic, reasonably smart, and totally drop-dead gorgeous. He had girls hanging all over him. You would think he had a girlfriend, right? Wrong! He was completely single. He has been since the day we broke up.

Oh, well. Too late. I'm engaged to the perfect man – at least that's what everyone else tells me. They think he's perfect. But they don't know what I live with everyday. What he puts me through. What our relationship is like away from the outside world. What happens within the walls of his house.

Because every time we go out, he treats me wonderfully. He pulls out my chair when we sit down, he kisses my nose and forehead, he uses little endearing names for me (which I hate coming from him, I always have to stop myself from puking.)

And I know when we get home; it's going to go back to the way it was before; instead of being called 'Sweetie' or 'Pumpkin', I'll be known as 'Bitch' or 'Whore'. And terrorizing abuse will follow that along with some rough sex.

I could kill myself. No, then he would just go after another helpless girl. That's me, caring for every person out there.

He does go out every night though. He goes and hooks up with women that he actually cares about. He doesn't know I know, of course. But I'm not as stupid as him; I can put the pieces together. Late night phone calls and unusual visits at the door (which I'm not allowed to answer the door unless he says). And then when he goes to the bar and doesn't come home until at least noon the next day. I don't dare mention that though, I'd probably get myself killed.

The only thing he really wants is kids. But, hey! As I said before, I'm not stupid. I'm not giving him more bodies to through around the house; he causes my body enough damage, thank you very much.

So we have sex regularly – he enjoys watching me wince in pain. He gives me no pleasure. He gets it all. He thinks something is wrong with me because I'm not getting pregnant. However, what he doesn't know is that I'm taking birth control pills. I'm not taking a chance of getting pregnant. When I have children, I want to know that my kids will be safe and I won't have to worry about them 24/7 because there's a potential murderer in the house, but most of all I want it to be with someone I truly and unconditionally love. And as you can see; Eric fits into none of those categories.

I just want to run. I want to run and never stop. Maybe then I can get away from the pain he evokes on me – physical, sexual, and emotional.

So, for now, I just wait. Waiting for what? I don't actually know. Waiting for … A miracle? Yeah, maybe. I want someone to save me. Like that will ever happen.

But, you want to know what I want above all else? There is something. But I know I can't have it.

I want love. And the kind of love I'm looking for can only come from one person.

And that person is Troy.

Troy Bolton.

AN: Okay, so this is the first chapter. I'm not sure about this story. Does it sound like it will be good? I know there was a bit of language in here, but I just needed to get her feelings across. The whole story won't be like that (unless you want it to be like that, I guess.) But it's up to you guys. If you want me to continue the story, you should probably review. Thanxx.