B R O K E N M I R R O R
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Shattered Soul
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Define Love
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When did her life turn out like this? When did she fall in love?
When did she start being in love with a married man?
She never thought she would be a home-wrecker. Sure, she's tried but they weren't even married yet. But now, when he was married for almost three years, she was a home-wrecker. How could she have let herself get so early in life? Just six months ago, she was living on cloud nine and now, she was living in a dark deep hole, forever alone. Even though, he was there, every Friday night or so, it wasn't the same.
She wanted love, something he could never give her.
She giggled at her thoughts. Her dreams of him and her living a fabulous life with three kids and everything in her life was fine. However, she knew, oh she knew, that he would never give up his beautiful loving wife for someone like her; someone so flawed and committed many sins. Who could love someone like her?
It was all his fault.
Her life in New York, performing award-winning plays one after another, was going great. She finally had her ideal job and then, on that faithful day, everything came crashing down. Why did he have to audition for a play all the way in New York? Wasn't he happy living in Los Angeles?
And why did she audition for that play? Maybe because her twin-brother was the brains behind everything, along with his wife. And maybe it was because of her brother that he too also got the lead male role, while she was the lead female role. Then, their Broadway musical became a hit and her brother wanted the cast to perform the play as long as people came. That happened but now, in a couple of months, she would be traveling around North America and then Europe, performing the musical.
Which meant she would spend more time with him; alone. It should also make her happy, that he and her were going to spend free time together because she was hopelessly in love. However, she didn't want to be, not at all. Her feelings hit her when she woke up the next morning after he visited her and she had such a yearning feeling. It would go away but everytime they act together, she wants him but knows she can't.
Because he isn't her's.
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The blonde groaned as she rolled into the left side of her queen-sized bed, to shut of her boisterous alarm clock. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, yawning loudly. It was 7am and this day was her last day in New York for quite a while. For a couple of months, she would be traveling around the United States and Canada, performing her brother's musical, Jazz Love. Obviously, it was a love story during the 1920s, about a jazz player and his group and a rich taken woman. It showed how they weren't meant to be, one taken and the other busy with his job.
She found it amusing. It was like, during that musical, their life was turned around. She was the taken one while he was single and free-spirited.
She reached for her robe, which lay at the edge of her bed and slid it on. The blonde sneaked her feet into her fuzzy pink slippers as she walked and yawned all the way to her bathroom. Just before she could even make it to the door frame of her bathroom, her condo door swung open, revealing a troubled man. His eyes quickly met her's, even though she was at the end of her hallway. His eyes were glued her brown ones, as he glided across her living room, to the hallway to meet her in front of the washroom and her bedroom.
"What are you doing here?" she managed to make it seem casual. She didn't want to show that she was taken off-guard or even nervous. Sharpay never liked it when people thought she was nervous or scared; she hated it when people knew her feelings.
Troy kept staring into her eyes. He spoke, "Gabriella and I had a fight."
When he said that, something triggered inside of her. Even though she was head over heels in love with Troy, she didn't want to be second choice. What girl really did? In a more detailed way, Sharpay did not want to be the rebound girl. She didn't want Troy to come craving her only when he and Gabriella got into an argument. She wanted Troy to crave her because he cherished her.
"And?" Anger could be heard in her voice, as she stepped back into her room, arms crossed against her chest.
Troy's eyes widened a bit and his mouth fell slightly open. "I need you," he said, walking towards her, forcing her to walk more into her room.
Her brows furrowed and she halted. Sharpay Evans was not going to let some guy, even though she secretly wanted him, to walk all over her. "No," she forced out. The only way she could have said that word was forced. "No! Who the hell do you think you are!?" she shouted at him, poking his chest harshly. "Coming into my home and wanting a good fuck, just because you and your wife got into a little agrument!"
Troy watched her intensely. Everytime he and Gabriella grinded each other last nerves, he would always come to her, for sex, but she never ever refused him. But now she was. His brows furrowed too and he grinded his teeth together. "You never had a problem with it before!"
Sharpay sat back onto her bed, frustrated. "Urgh!" she screamed, pulling her blonde hair with both hands. "I don't want you to come here because you and Gabriella have an agrument! I don't want you to come here because you can't control your hormones!-" Even though he could tell that she wasn't done her rant, he stopped her.
"Then why would you want me to come here, then?" he inquired, voice just as loud, harsh and stern as her's. He threw his arms into the air, showing frustration signs, equal to her's. "Because I love you?" The way he said it, shattered her heart, even her soul into a million of pieces. His voice sounded so malice, so heartless, that he it sent chills down her spine. Although the answer was very much true, she didn't answer. Instead, she let a silence over come her room. "Answer me, Sharpay."
"Why do I have to!?" she shouted, gripping the hem of her robe harshly. She wanted to rip something so badly - like that red scarf that Gabriella gave him, which hung loosely around his neck. "You can't tell me what to do!"
Troy was angry. Very. He needed a release from his seemingly perfect life and that was her. Sharpay wasn't perfect and that's what Troy liked about her. She was flawed and wasn't ashamed to show it. "If that's the reason why you want me to come here, I'm afraid I can never give that to you."
Attack number two. She fought the tears, as they begged to escape; she didn't want them out. Showing Troy her vulnerable side was not her plan. Never, in her whole life would she dare to tell or show Troy her true feelings because if love started out like this, then it's for sure that it isn't meant to be. Instead, the best way to deal with that fact that Troy was thinking she wanted him to love her, was to deny it. To deny it with all her might even though it was true. "No, I don't need your love..."
Her voice was also malice, which struck Troy for unknown reasons. Troy wasn't the abusive type but he just needed Sharpay again.
He pushed her down, her back hitting the bed. Troy pushed apart her legs with his knee, as he crawled on top of her. Using his two arms as support, Troy bent down and kissed Sharpay harshly on the lips. It was bruising and became more when he forced his tongue into her mouth. Troy thought she would fight, kick and scream but she didn't; she just kissed back. Not as violent as him but submissive.
She wanted him and she hated it.
Troy wrenched his lips from her pink bruised ones and dragged them over her chin, to her jawline, to her neck and then her collarbone, which was her soft one. Unwillingly, she moaned his name. That did it for Troy; he unbuttoned his jeans, lowered her pj bottomes down, along with her underwear and pounded right into her. She gasped in pain; she didn't see it coming.
It was rough and painful and brought Sharpay to tears. Her hands were on his shoulders as he thrusted into her several times. Sure, most of the time they did it, was like this but this one was harder and more painful yet there was still something pleasant about it. Although it was rough, Sharpay liked it because it was the only way she could be with Troy. This time, instead of a satisfactory moan, she let out a little whimper because it hurt. Troy's ears picked it up and he lowered his head down to her cheek. He rested his left cheek on her right, as if he was trying to comfort her, during the pain he was causing her.
That's when tears flowed down Sharpay's eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. After all of their nights together, Sharpay never felt this sensation she was feeling right now. Troy never showed her comfort when they did it; he never showed he cared. Many of those nights, it made Sharpay think how Gabriella and Troy did it. She came to the conclusion that it was romantic and they didn't call it sex. They called it making love.
Just when that thought came into her mind, Troy pulled out of her. He immediately pulled up his boxers, buttoned and zipped his pants. Instinctively, Sharpay sat up, pulling up her pjs and panties.
"I'll see you later," he said this when he stood up and walked to her door. His head turned around, revealing sad looking eyes. It was either he felt bad for the pain he caused Sharpay during their sex or he felt bad for betraying Gabriella, again. If it was the second one, he was showing his feelings rather late; they've been going around Gabriella's back for six to five months now. Better late than never/
Before he left, Sharpay just had to ask a question. The question that always lingered around her thoughts after their hot heated sex. "When you and Gabriella have sex, do you call it making love?"
Troy didn't answer right away; he took a while, as if it was an extremely hard question. "Yeah, yeah we do." As soon as that sentence escape his lips, he was gone.
Sharpay nodded lightly to herself, as she fell back onto her bed. Again, she was alone and unloved.
But at least she felt that slightest bit of care from Troy, even if it was only for mere minutes.
Yeah, a little rated there but nothing much. This is not rated M because it's not only about sex and stuff like that. This is I guess a future fic, so I think Sharpay, Troy, Gabriella and etc. are 24 - 25 years old - meaning TxG got married when they were 22 years old. The couple is Troypay, obviously, there is Troyella, very little. Ryan and Kelsi are in it, minor characters - Chad and Taylor, from the chapters I've written, they aren't in it yet, I am planning for them to appear later.
I hope you guys review and thanks for taking the time to read this.
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