Disclaimer: This story will contain sexual innuendos, sexual harassment, intense makeout sessions, strong language, gore, self-harm, homophobic slurs, child abuse, and slash. If you do not like any of these, then I do not think that this story is for you. There will also be minor character death in the book, but it is only for about one paragraph. I do not own High School Musical, trust me, I wish I did. I was a toddler when the first movie came out, so I couldn't have made it anyhow...haha.
|Chad Danforth x Ryan Evans|
Prologue: Ryan Evans Is A Broken Boy
Ryan Evans was not fine.
When his scars were revealed, there seemed to be a switch in his brain that told him to lie straight away. Common excuses would be that his cat scratched him, or that he didn't know where they came from. The first lie would only affect some people, like Zeke Baylor or Taylor McKessie. They didn't know him, he didn't have a cat, a dog, or any animal for that matter. His sister, although she had seen the scars before, made no effort to care for her brother or tell him everything would be alright. The scars to her were invisible, just blemishes that could be passed off as acne if they were seen from far enough away.
"Are you sure you're feeling okay, Ry?" Chad Danforth, his friend since that summer, was actually worried about him. Ryan's cheeks burned a bright red at the thought of Chad Danforth caring about him.
"I'm fine, Danforth," Ryan responded through gritted teeth. There was that word again, the word that Ryan established himself as. Lies. Ryan told himself, You're even lying to your friend, what a jerk you are.
Chad nodded hesitantly, dragging his friend behind him to the gymnasium. Despite Ryan's objections, Chad had insisted on teaching him how to play basketball. Ryan flushed red whenever Chad's soft hands would graze over his hand, or pat him on the back. He's close enough to kiss. Ryan thought when Chad went up behind him to guide the ball in the right direction to shoot it towards the hoop. Although Ryan had been having the time of his life being coached by Chad, he had to be back home by 5:00.
He brought his scarred wrist up to check the time, 5:15.
"Shit!" Ryan cursed loudly, bringing Chad's attention to him, "I gotta go, I'll see you tomorrow, Chad!"
He raced out of the gym, leaving behind his blue sparkly hat, and a bewildered Chad Danforth.
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"You're late." Ryan's father spat when Ryan walked through the door that night.
Sharpay had been out at a party that, of course, Ryan hadn't been invited to. It wouldn't have mattered to him anyway, his father wouldn't let him go. His twin had been unaware of the abuse, in fact, Vance and Derby spoiled her rotten. She was their little princess, while Ryan was the vile and despicable nuisance. He liked to imagine his life as a fairy tale sometimes. His parents were the evil rulers, while Sharpay was their spoiled princess. Ryan, in these tales, was the forgotten son, the peasant. His fantasy often ended with him and Chad becoming the King and Queen of Albuquerque.
"Sorry, father." Ryan apologized with his eyes glued to the floor, he was ashamed that he disappointed his father. Vance detected the slightest amount of attitude in Ryan's voice, which ticked him off to an extent.
Ryan cried out when his father yanked him by his shirt collar and shoved him up against the wall. "I think it's about time you learn how to show some respect," Vance growled.
Ryan squeezed his eyes shut as he prepared for the pain that was soon to come.