Hold On To Me Tonight
Prologue
Vance Evans looked at his daughter's face after presenting her with a pearly, crisp white Cadillac. Beige leather interior included, with the signature 'SE' initials imbedded with Swarovski diamonds into the seat heads, and center of the steering wheel.
"Wow...thank you, daddy!" She looked up to him after a full examination. The petite blonde shook her head and swallowed hard. There was no particular reason she was just presented with this generous gift; there wasn't a musical she was starring in currently, there wasn't anything to apologize for to use it, it wasn't her birthday, she didn't get a good mark on her report card, she didn't contribute to society or do anything out-of-the-ordinary nice. In all her 17 years of existence she was never presented with a gift just because. So, what did this gift mean then? Nothing good. She had it all figured out at this point. The personalized, white 2011 Cadillac with diamond tricoat was a way to butter her up, keep her happy for the mean time and have intentions to give her some materialistic comfort with the bomb he was about to drop before her.
"You're welcome, darling."
"So," Sharpay Evans turned and looked at him, chestnut eyes wide and lost, "Did someone die or something? What's going on?"
Letting out a brief and uneasy chuckle, he shook his head and slipped his hands into his pockets, taking a step towards her. "No, pumpkin, listen," He drew an arm around her shoulders in comfort for a moment before trying to look her straight in the eye, "Your mother and I...well...we're getting...a divorce. We're splitting up."
And there was the bomb. "W-what?" She was speechless. She couldn't even comprehend. Their family was perfect. Two loving parents to two gorgeous children, wealthy and fully supported, all had a bright future. They'd all do a game of golf at the family country club, all sit down and have family dinners, review the day, smile at one another genuinely, and rarely raise a voice in argument. They were the perfect family, or so she thought. But apparently, that was all a lie.
"Shar, listen, we're..."
"No..." She interrupted him. Feeling her gaze grow hazy, she forced her frozen body into the brand new car and shook him off, backing away quickly.
"Sharpay, stay here please, we need to talk about this. I want to talk to you." Vance said, holding the door open before she could shut it.
Looking at him with a creased forehead and furrowed brows, she shook her head, "I don't want to talk to you...or anyone for that matter..." And she gripped the door handle to yank it shut.
Turning the key in the ignition, she started the Cadillac up, hearing the fresh engine roar and quickly took off out of the premises of the Evans manor. Her throat was dry and for possibly the first time in her life, she craved the thick burning sensation of alcohol to fight it's way down her throat and numb her finger tips, lips, her whole body, all of her emotions. "It's five o'clock somewhere." She muttered, a tick formed in her clenched jaw as she choked down tears.
Author's Note: So this is just the prologue but if I do choose to continue this and I get enough interest/reviews, it will be Troypay as you already know from the description, though he also won't be coming in until the chapter after the next one. So, what do ya'll think?