AN: This is a very dark Sharpay story… I'm not sure if this is going to be a Troypay or with the regular pairings… But it does contain incest/molestation and other graphic scenes so you read at your own risk
Flying On an Angel's Wings
Summary: To everyone else, she lived the perfect life. She was rich and always got what she wanted… But no one understood what went on behind closed doors, not even her own twin. Life ended the day she hit puberty, suddenly she was just a toy of existence, could anyone really love her enough to save her? R&R
Chapter 1: An End to Innocence
Ryan wasn't home! He was never home when she needed to be. She gave up all hope of anyone saving her. It had been going on for so long thought she almost believed him when he told her she wanted it, but who in their right mind wants to fuck their own father? She didn't have a choice she was fragile under his grasp. The more she struggled; the tighter he held her. If she fought him, he only hurt her in the end.
Thunder rolled all around, shaking the house to the core. The weather was the backdrop to the end of a child. Sharpay Evan had finally grown into being a woman. Puberty hit her hard. She went from looking like a boy with a wig to looking like a sexy woman trapped in her teens.
It was an early Sunday morning and mother and Ryan were at church. She wasn't feeling well, so she go to stay home with her father. It was the end of her first menstrual cycle. It hit her so hard, she couldn't take the pain. She didn't know that not going to church would be the biggest mistake of her life.
She was just sitting in her room listening to her favorite artist, Christina Aguilera, and singing along. The light knock on the door was barely audible to her. She just brushed it aside thinking that she was just hearing things. She was sitting on her bed with her legs straight in front of her wearing her favorite white silk nightgown.
He walked in with a dangerous grin on his face. She shrugged it off thinking he just got done watching Fight Club again. He always got that look on his face after that movie. He stalked over to her like he owned her. She was his daughter, so in a way she did belong to him. He looked at her as if she was a gold that was his for the taking.
He crawled onto the bed from the bottom slowly spreading her legs. She looked at him apprehensively. She didn't know what was going on; she didn't understand what he was doing. She gulped low in her throat. For the first time in her life, she wasn't happy to see her father.
As he crawled up the bed spreading her legs for full access, he let his hands slide up her legs gently. He was only here to show here how wonderful a man's touch can feel. When he reached the center of her body he let his hands slip away from her skin onto the soft fabric of her clothing. He let his hands roam over her body as he stripped her of her clothes gently.
She whimpered in protest afraid of what he was going to do next. She was completely exposed and he held her down to the bed. With his wait on top of her, she would never be able to get away. She cried no, but he acted as if he didn't hear her. She let the tears fall slowly down her face. This couldn't be happening to her, not by him.
Before she could think or do anything else, he undressed himself, telling her she wanted this more than she ever wanted anything before. She couldn't say anything. It didn't matter he wasn't listening.
In a matter of seconds he slammed his rock hard penis into her small opening. She screamed out in pain. It was sharp and throbbing. She wanted him to stop, but he just thrust into harder and faster. She couldn't feel her body; it was getting hard to breathe. She could feel something wet and sticky drip down her legs.
Why couldn't Ryan come running into her room shouting about how great church was or how much he missed her? Where was her mother asking her if she wanted to go shopping? There was no in the house, no one to pull him off her. She had never been so afraid of her life.
As soon as it began, it was over. He pulled out of her mumbling about how that was the best thing to ever happen to both of them. He tossed her clothes at her and told her to shower as he dressed himself leaving her alone.
She ran into her bathroom and sat under the running shower crying and shaking. She will never forget the day he took away her innocence. The more she screamed for him to stop; the harder he went. It was when she got into the shower she realized the wet sticky stuff running down her legs was blood.
She told her mother that she leaking through her pad. In reality she was done with her period and she didn't know where the blood came from. She was scared it wouldn't stop. As the water ran over her body, she noticed the blood was gone.
It was four years ago that her father first betrayed her. She was in the midst of her junior year in high school and things still haven't changed. She tried to get away but he out powers her every time. She couldn't count how many times he claimed her as his trophy. He was the reason she never talked to boys. He was the reason she didn't trust anyone. She barely trusted Ryan.
Four years that led her in one giant circle. She was just looking for a way out. Looking for someone to lead her away from her hell prison, she needed to escape. She needed someone to finally fight for her and show her what love was all about, before she spent another church session in her bed praying her father would stop.
If only she had the courage to tell someone what was really going on. She was too ashamed. It was her fault, at least that's what he brainwashed her to believe. She called this on herself. She just needed someone to talk to. There has to be someone out there. She has to have an angel.