With You // J.G

Chapter 7

~A/N: In the youtube video in the media, skip to 3:53 and you can stop watching around 5:35 it explains what happens to Gabrielle later in the story. Sorry but Wattpad is annoying and doesn't let you skip, so you can either watch the whole thing and wait for him to talk about depersonalization or just search "Trevor Moran anxiety" on youtube and skip to those parts. I would reccomend watching it after you read this chapter but thats fine if you don't.

And so I don't have to add an author's note at the end I'll just say everything else now lol. So remember to read @bbalgurl26 's fanfic ab Hayes! It's super interesting and you can find out what Hayes did to get kicked out of his school!

Please check out my story "Constantly" it would mean a lot!

Jack's POV

I dropped Kate home and then on my way back to my house I noticed Gabrielle on the side of the street looking like she's going crazy. I pull up and notice that she's hurting. I get out of the car and try to help her. Even when I'm trying to help her she tries to make me stop. What's wrong with a little help? While I'm helping her into my car I see the hurt in her eyes. But something was different. The hurt in her eyes wasn't just the hurt I see in Kate's eyes when her dad grounds her, it wan't just the hurt I see in Jack J's eyes when he's homesick. The hurt in her eyes was 100x worse than all of that. It was like nothing I've ever seen in anyone's eyes before. This wasn't just because she's sick or something. The hurt in her eyes has a story. And I'm going to find out the story she's hiding behind her hazel eyes.

When I drop her home, I want to make sure she's safe. But, she doesn't tell me which is her house. She just hopped out of my car and waited for me to leave. I drive around to the street behind her street or at least what she claims to be her street. She climbs up a ladder and in through, what I believe is her window. Why?

Gabrielle's POV

No one's been abusing me. Maybe it's because I have my dresser against the door or it's because abusing me is just a small part of their life. While I'm over here fearing it for my life. But it's Sunday which means they drink a lot tonight. I sit in my room and stare at a wall. I seem to have a bad habit of doing this. Instead of crying during the day, I just stare. I know I'm staring but I can't seem to stop. As I'm staring, I light a cigarette and breathe in the smoke.

It starts to get dark and I can hear my parents in the other rooms drinking and getting high. I can't help but feel a panic attack coming on. My legs feel weak, my head is pounding, there's a constant ringing in my ears and my stomach is twisting and turning. I can't seem to process what I'm doing. My vision is blurry and I'm really scared. I'm scared out of my fucking mind.

There's a party going on two houses down. I think it's a party that people from J. Hampton Moore are going to. That means Jack and Kate are obviously there. I can see the people peeing in the bushes and passed out on the lawn already. What time is it?

I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hallway towards my door. I feel like I'm no longer in control of what I'm doing. I know that because my body begins to move the dresser out of the doorway.

Wait... where am I? What am I doing here? Why can't I breathe? Who am I? I black out.

I snap back to reality and I'm very confused. I'm sitting cross-legged in front of my wooden door. I still hear the footsteps coming closer to my room. The dresser is pushed just enough to the side to let someone into my room. I feel weak and wobbly. I uncross my legs. I stand up, feeling a little dizzy. Someone crashes through my door. I can't process what's happening so all I seem to do is sit there.

It's my mother. she has a beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She raises the beer bottle and throws it at me. My brain connects to my body just in time for me to dodge the broken beer bottle next to me that still managed to cut my arm pretty bad. I try to push her out of the way and run down the stairs. I luckily get away from her. I look around the living room that I haven't been in for days and then I spot my father at the table with an almost empty bottle of Vodka. He has a knife sitting next to him. Did he know I'd be here? Does he always have his knife? He charges towards me. I start to run out of the door.

As I run onto the street I see a drunken Kate wobbling towards me. I stop dead in my tracks, debating whether to call for her help or to just run past her and find someone not drunk to help me. I don't make my decision on time. I feel two hands wrap around my neck. The two hands squeeze my neck causing my legs to give out. Someone drags me backwards. I attempt to scream for help but the hands are squeezing too tight for any sound to come out of me. I struggle to get the hands off of my neck. I watch Kate just stare at me get hurt.

I give up and just let my lack of conciousness take over.

I can see and hear things clearly a few seconds later because my father's hands loosened the grip on my neck. But they were still there. I kick him in the balls which gives me enough time to run back up to my room. He tries to throw the knife and Vodka bottle at me but only shards of the bottle makes its way into my left ankle. I turn two corners and notice my mom passed out in front of my door in the hallway. I quietly make my way back into my room and shut it. It's hard to stay quiet with all my anxiety building upinside of me. I try my hardest to push the heavy dresser in front of the door. After what feels like an hour, the dresser is back in front of the locked door and time seems to stop. I can practically hear my own blood pumping. The silence is deafening. I hold my hands up so I can see them. They're shaking rapidly.

I stare at the broken beer bottle pieces in the middle of my floor. Many of the pieces made their way into my left forearm. I sit on my blanket and attempt to get them out along with the larger pieces of the Vodka bottle my father threw. I feel like I missed a few pieces but if I did, they'll just have to stay in there because it's impossible for me to get any more than I already did. I can't spend the night here.

I pick up my school stuff and make my way out of my room through my window and down the ladder. I go to my school. No one's at the school this late but I know a way in through the cafeteria. They never lock those doors. I walk into the dark hallways lit up slightly because of the emergency lights powered by a generator. I make my way to my janitor's closet and spend the night there.