Ok, so, I was writing a story called beautiful eyes right? Well, it got deleted and, I had to start over and yadayadayada, and it just wasn't the same as before. So I dumped it. But it might come back. BUT this story is good. I like it so far, and, I want YOU to like it too. So enjoy! FYI: I don't own any characters in HSM.

I remember when I told him I was having his child. He smiled and said, "I'm so ready for this. I love you." Then, he kissed me and put his hand on my stomach, even though there wasn't the slightest evidence of me being pregnant. We were 20 years old and head over heels in love, and we thought nothing could break us apart.

I was up all night worrying about him. I was 9 months pregnant, and sleep wasn't really an option anymore, and the fact that he didn't come home last night didn't help. He didn't answer any of my calls, so I'd left numerous voice mails and millions of text messages. He could be dead for all I know. But low and behold he came strolling in the door at 7 in the morning.

"Troy?" I called from our bedroom. I slowly got out of bed and waddled to the living room.

"Where have you been? How come you didn't answer any of my calls?"

"Shit Gabriella. I'm sorry. I was out with the guys." Said a groggy Troy. I didn't even know who exactly the "guys" were.

"Well excuse me for worrying about you Troy, but you can't keep this lifestyle of yours when you son comes."

"I said sorry, ok. I had a rough day at work yesterday, and I needed to blow off some steam." Troy said taking off his coat and sunglasses. When he took off his sunglasses, I saw he had a black eye, and his left cheek was bruised.

"What happened?" I asked, my hand grazing his cheek.

"Nothing." He said as walked into our bedroom.

"Nothing? You call a black eye nothing? Troy what happened?" I said getting in his way, as he tried to go into the bathroom. But that didn't stop him. He had pushed his pregnant fiance out of the way, and slammed the door in her face.

With the thought of that, silent sobs slowly began to drift out of me. It's been this way for far too long, and I don't know how much I could take anymore.

Troy had turned into a monster. He wasn't the sweet, thoughtful guy I used to know. It all happened so quickly. Nobody knew what to do.

5 months ago

"So, what do you think we she should name him? Any more suggestions? Oh, and a 'Troy Junior' is out of the question." I said, excitement lacing my voice. Earlier, in the day, Troy and I found out we were having a baby boy. I didn't want to find out the sex of the baby, but Troy insisted that I shouldn't wait another 5 months to see if I was having a boy or girl. I just couldn't help it. I caved in. We've spent the last two hours looking at baby names.

"Hm. How about..." Troy was cut off, by his cell phone ringing. Troy bounced of the bed, and went to the dresser to get his phone.

"Its my mom." He said before he flipped open the phone. "Hey mom.....mom, slow down I can't understand............" There was a long pause. " Are they sure? That's impossible, I saw him this morning......" Troy was now yelling in the phone. " This can't be happening, how did it happen?!..............Why?! Why?!..." Troy closed the phone and threw it at the wall, not only did he leave a hole in the wall, he shattered his phone. I didn't know what was going on. I watched as a shaky Troy came to my side of the bed, and sat next to me.

"Troy? What just happened?"

"I don't know." He fell into my arms, and started crying.

I was so consumed in my thoughts that I didn't hear Troy come out of the bathroom. In only a towel. He was beautiful, so painstakingly beautiful, that he didn't deserve to have anything so bad happen to him and be the way he was. I quickly wiped my tears away when he turned his back.

"Are you coming with me to the doctors appointment today?"

"No." He said in a monotone voice.

"Well, you haven't been to any in a while. I thought you might want to go."

"I'm tired."

"Maybe if you didn't stay out and drink half the night, you wouldn't be so damn tired." He ignored my jab and started getting dressed.

"No one said it was going to be easy Troy. I know losing Jack, was difficult. But life goes on Troy, you've got to live your life, and living it the way you are doesn't help. You spend more time at a bar than you do at your own house, and that's pathetic Troy. I've had enough, if you don't shape up, then i'm leaving you." I can't beleive I just said it. And, I'm kind of regretting it. Is that bad?

"Maybe. Maybe that's what I need right now. To be left alone." My heart broke a little.

"It's settled then." With that said, I went into the closet and started packing. It hurt so bad to leave someone that I loved so much, but what hurt the worst was that he didn't try to stop me.

Only myself, and Troy's best friend Chad were aware of Troy's drinking problem. I haven't even told my mom that Troy is an alcoholic. She doesn't know what happens behind our closed doors. There wasn't anything we could do or say to convince him to get help. After Troy's dad, Jack, died in a fatal car crash, he just...couldn't cope. He found that confiding in alcohol could solve all of his problems. Make him forget. Troy's mom, Luci, can't see that her son needs help, because she too is still coping. I have no idea what its like having a dad die, but I do know what its like for a dad to leave his family, and I don't want that to happen to our son. I don't want his dad to abandon him. It's been 5 months since the accident, and nobody still knows what to do or what to say to each other.

5 months ago

"As we say goodbye to Jack Bolton, he's saying hello in heaven as we speak....." I zoned out and looked over at Troy and Luci. Luci was crying her eyes out, and Troy was holding her in his arms, clenching his jaw trying not to cry. But I saw a single tear roll down his cheek. Troy and his dad were so close, Jack taught Troy everying he knew. That night when Troy got the phone call, he'd spent the rest of it crying. He had cried himself to sleep, and that scared me. Because I never seen him cry, ever in the 5 years I'd known him.

".......ashes to ashes, dust to dust. May Jack Bolton rest in peace." That was it. It was over. I watched Troy has he led Luci to place flowers on top of Jack's casket. I didn't want to intrude on them. Because they needed each other now more than ever.

"How are holdin up?" I turned around and saw Chad, and I gave him a big hug, because I wasn't sure how I was holding up at all.

"I don't know. I don't what to do, or say, or anything. You grow up thinking nothing this bad is going to happen to you, or to the closet people around you and you take it for granite. So, you don't know how to react. I just. I'm worried about him. He just hasn't really told me how he's feeling or anything."

"It's okay. Your not the only one either. I've known Jack since I was like, 4, he was a second dad to me. It's hard on me too, and I tried talking to Troy about how he's dealing, and he just shuts me out. But, it's hard you know?" I could tell that Chad had been crying too, and I hugged him again. Because hugging was all I could do, for anyone.

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Peace.