A/N Hello everyone! I used to write stories for High School Musical six years ago under the username 7blackbery2pinkstar. . I ended up quitting as it was no longer my interest. Just today, I read an oldie called "The Secret Life Of The American Teenagers" . I really had the urge to rewrite this story as I disliked how the story was written. And now here I am writing a new version of the story. If you want to read the old version of the story, I have the link in my profile. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I loved reading it. Please don't be afraid to leave a review. You know you want to. :-)

-2pinkstarbabii

The bedroom window shattered. Frightened screams engulfed the room. A loud thud. . The smell of blood filled his nostrils A scream was suddenly cut short and an evil laugh soon followed.

16 Troy Bolton was hiding under the bed from his mother in fear. The brown haired, and blue eyed woman that stood before him collected his twin brother Trevor Bolton's limp body from the floor and threw him on the bed.

She grabbed a bottle of vodka, took a swig of it and spat out. "Troy, make sure your brother is not dead."

"Come here," Lucille shouted. "Get your fucking ass out of the fucking bed. Now!'

Troy slowly crawled out under the bed and gulped. "Take off your your pants now!" She ordered.

He unbuttoned his pants and let it slide off his legs. Lucille chugged the entire bottle and swung it into her son's private part.

Troy let out a huge scream, tears welled up in his eyes and pain inflicted his penis. He covered it with his hands and slowly led himself to the ground. He turned his entire body on his side and clutched his private part.

Lucille grabbed his head and slammed it on the bedroom floor. And that was all Troy could remember.

Troy awoke to a pair of piercing blue eyes staring right at him. His identical twin brother Trevor Bolton was kneeling beside him. He had a black eye from the beating he had endured before Troy had passed out.

Trevor put his fingers around his brother's armpits help him stand up. Before both the boys knew, they were both standing. Trevor held his arms around Troy's waist and led him to his bed. He grabbed the comforters of the bed and placed it on his brother's body.

"Get some sleep. We have our first day of school tomorrow at East High."

Troy nodded and closed his eyes. He waited for his brother to turn off the lights and go to bed. As he heard snores fill the room. Troy pushed the comforters off the bed and limped holding his penis as he made his way out of the bedroom.

He swung the door open, turned the lights and shut it quietly as he could. Troy put both of his hands on the bathroom counter staring at the disturbing reflection in front him. Troy's face was pale, he had a bruise underneath his eye. He had scratches, and minor bruises all over his legs and arms. He let a tear fall silently through his blue eyes.

Troy was tired of it all. He wanted the pain to stop. He wanted the feelings of worthlessness to fade away. He wanted to end his life already. But another thought crossed his mind. He couldn't leave his brother alone with his mother.

It had all started when the boys were 13 years old Troy and Trevor once had a perfect and healthy home life. Their mother loved them very much as much as their father Jack Bolton did. They were extremely close to their parents. Troy and Trevor shared all of their secrets to them and had family nights as often as they could. They grew up in a nice wealthy home in Los Angeles California. Their house was on the highest point of the San Fernando Valley. But one day, everything changed.

It was the summer before their first year of freshmen year of high school started. Their parents went out on a date at a fancy restaurant while the boys stayed home. Troy had fallen asleep on the couch while watching a movie. He had woken up to find the house engulfed in flames A wildfire had occurred that day due to a drought in LA. Not knowing what to do, he put himself into a crawling position and prayed to God that he would not die. Suddenly, heard his father screaming his name. A coughing Jack Bolton grabbed him and ran up the stairs as the fire followed them. They ran into a room where it had not been engulfed with flames.

Jack had busted the window open and called for help. The scent of the smoke and fire became intense for the both of them. Firefighters had sprawled a ladder against the bathroom window. Jack had made sure his son get on the ladder first. Troy had climbed enough to leave room for his dad to get on the ladder. Fire had spread across the bathroom and killed his father. Troy had watched in horror, he couldn't move as he was in shock. The firefigher grabbed him and led safely on the ground. A crying Lucille Bolton and a frightened Trevor ran over to Troy and embraced him. Still in shock, he had fainted. The firefighter had to break the news to the now widowed wife.

Troy had later woken up in the hospital, his mother embraced him in a hug and helped both of their sons grieve. The now family of 3 had to move to a hotel for the last four remaining weeks of the summer. The death of their father had her inconsolable as she never ate and stayed in bed for days. One day, she had received the call from her boss and was told she laid off from work. Upon receiving the news, she had gone to a liquor store and came home drunk. That is when the beatings begun, Lucille had blamed Troy for the death of his father and took out on her frustrations on his brother. His mother made it known everyday that she hated him and wished for him to die. His mother had eventually gotten a job at a warehouse. The family had struggled with money ever since Jack died. He was the bread winner of the household. Lucille had blamed everything on Troy. The three years of mental and physical abuse had taken a toll on him.

Maybe his drunken mother was right. Maybe if had let his father climb the ladder first, he would still be alive. They wouldn't have switched schools twice every year. Teachers and students had grown suspicious of the twins dirty little secret. And so with that, they often moved to various locations in California.

His twin brother Trevor was more outgoing and made friends easily. He made the captain of the basketball team and the captain of the football team in every school they attended. He dated around a lot and got invited to many parties. He was the most well-liked twin.

As for Troy, he was naturally shy at first. But outgoing once he became comfortable around certain people. After his dad's death, he completely shut down and became even more quiet. He rarely talked in school and was often bullied in school. He skipped out on homecoming and football games because he never really had friends in school to go with.

Troy opened his cabinet and grabbed a cold silver knife. He removed his shirt and carefully examined his purple bruised chest. Below the bruises, five red lines stretched out on his abdomen. He put the cold silver knife against his cold pale skin creating another red line.

He smiled. Cutting was a way of instant gratification. The pain of the knife slicing through skin felt pretty damn good. It was the good kind of pain. When he was stressed or sad, cutting was a way to help him relieve of those feelings. Pain was something that he had gotten use to. Pain was his only friend.

Troy was nervous. He was starting his first day at his new school called East High School after he had moved from California to New Mexico. He dreaded of becoming a new victim of bullying again. It was bad enough that he endured bullying at home from his mother. He hated his life. Troy hated the pain that life was thrusting his way. It would be better off if he was dead. If he had died, it would leave justice to his mother for the death of their father. It would mean that his mom would stop beating his brother up. But Troy didn't have the courage to do it as he feared death. As much as he wanted to die, he was afraid of death at the same.

"Troy!" A voice called out.

He swung the door open to find his stepfather Sam Hemsworth standing in front of him grinning widely. Troy wanted to wipe the stupid grin off his face. He knew what was about to come.

"Take off your pants, " He ordered. Troy gulped as he did what he was told. Sam pushed him down on the floor and unbuckled his pants.

"I heard about what your mom did to your penis," Sam informed him. "Hopefully, that shouldn't stop you from having to join myself.

He threw off his pants on the ground and went for it. Troy closed his eyes and felt ashamed. Sam inserted his penis into Troy's. "Mhmm. Not so bad after being hit by a bottle."

Troy felt the tears well up in his eyes as Sam grabbed his faced and shoved his lips against his. He sobbed as Sam gave a hickey on his neck."Fuck. I hope that felt good."

Once Sam finished his business, he put his pants and pulled a teary eyed Troy up from the floor. "Remember. Not a word to your mother"

Sam left the room leaving for Troy to crawl back down into the floor in tears. He felt violated. He felt ashamed. His mom married another man a year after Jack had died. It turned out that his mother's new husband was a sex addict. He craved sex all the time. So when his mom wasn't available, he would come into Troy's room and bring him out into the bathroom to rape him. It eventually became a night routine.

Due to his shyness, he never had a girlfriend or a first kiss yet. To his horror, his first kiss and first time was from Sam at the age of 14. Never had he felt the lips of a girl. But only Sam and his friends who were also sex addicts. They wanted sex, no matter if it was a female or male. It was a secret that was kept between Sam and Troy. His own twin brother never even knew. It was a forced and unbearable silence that made him want to scream.

Troy prayed to God for a miracle that would change his life for the better. He hoped that his new life in Albuquerque would be a life changing event in his life.

He needed something or someone to make him happy. He needed someone to be his miracle. Someone that could make his life worth living. If nothing good happened, he made sure he was going to commit suicide. Death sounded better than living a life worth of pain. As afraid as he was, Troy was sick and tired of it. He had enough.

A/N Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it. Please leave a review. :)