After a recent break up with 5 year girlfriend, Sharpay Evans, Troy Bolton goes home, only to realize the past he left behind has hurt more people than he intended.

Home Sweet Home

He stood there; rage and pain surging through his veins as he regained his balance. Troy watched the half naked heap fall to the ground, followed by the screams of his, once, everything. His hands were shaking from the punch he had delivered to the all too perfect face of her secret lover, swinging his head to move his heavy wet hair.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sharpay screamed at him. She hated him, that much he knew, but he didn't care. This stranger had taken away everything he ever loved and cared about. She didn't stop him. She wanted him to take her away from Troy. She loved this stranger, he could since it. The realization infuriated Troy as he yelled back at her.

"What's wrong with me? You're the one cheating on me with this piece of shit!" He took a step towards the stranger whom held his position on the bedroom floor.

He wasn't expecting the amount of sheer pain that shot through his face as Sharpay slapped him. Her blonde hair was wild as she forced him to look at her. He was much taller than Sharpay, being that he was a basketball player. Troy Bolton was a Laker, born and raised to love the game of Basketball. Sharpay stayed with him all through college, and his first season as a Laker, cheering for him at every game. Why was she leaving him now?

His eyes involuntarily filled with wet, salty tears as he looked down into her eyes. The eyes that were once his, but now this stranger's. Troy still loved her, and that thought sent the tears down his cheek.

"Why?" That's all he could force out of his dry mouth. Why did she not love him? Why did she lie to him? Why was this man better than him?

Sharpay sensed the hurt in his words, his eyes, not wet with tears His eyes, those beautiful blue eyes that were once filled with love and security, but were now filled with pain. Her heart fell as she watched him cry. She had done this. It was her fault. She cheated on him with her very own acting coach. The very coach that Troy had suggested to her after she was rejected her first role in a show her at the University of California, Berkley. She had not only slept with him once, but many times, while Troy was at basketball practice, or just out of town. Troy had been her world all through college, but now, now she had no one, well she had Brad, but that's another story. She loved Troy, she did, but he would never forgive her for this. Even if he did, she wouldn't come back, knowing that she would end up hurting him again. Troy didn't deserve this kind of humiliation. She had to answer him, though; she knew it would hurt him.

"I don't know."

Troy turned his head to the side and chuckled as more tears fell.

"Troy…"

"Just tell him babe." Brad's voice sounded; probably at the worst moment possible.

Troy looked over at the mystery man, whom was now standing after having been punched. He was now standing next to Sharpay, as if protecting her from him. Little did he know, Sharpay was not the one needing protection, it was this man.

"Who are you anyways?" His voice was hard and angry.

Brad stood up a little taller and faced Troy. "Brad."

Brad. Troy knew that name. The memories of Sharpay saying she needed an acting coach and Troy hiring one for her cam swirling back to him.

Fuck! How could I have been so blind!

Sharpay saw the click in Troy's head when he learned the mystery man's name. She couldn't help but react. "Troy, I can explain…."

Troy lashed out, furious at how she repaid him. "Explain what? That you're a cheating whore? That you slept with Brad more than once? What! Help me out Shar, because I'm extremely confused!!" He didn't really mean to scream, but every muscle in his body was telling him to. To let go of her before he broke into a million pieces. She was crying now, but he didn't care. She slept with another man.

"You were never around!"

"What?! I was with you all the time."

"Yes, you were with me physically, but not mentally, Troy. You're head was always at basketball practice! You stopped caring at me along time ago!"

Troy stood there in shock. How could she say that? She was his life, the very air he breathed; his very soul. He slowly took a step towards her and put his hand on her cheek.

"I never stopped caring about, Sharpay. I love you." The words came out shaky, but it was meaning behind them.

"Ya, well, you're too late now, buddy." Brad really was the dumbest human known on earth.

Sharpay spun around and glared at Brad. That was enough for Troy. Quickly, but gently, he pushed Sharpay out of the way and tackled Brad to the ground. This man, this sad excuse for a male had taken his life. Troy could have killed him at any second, but he wanted this 'Brad' to remember him. To remember what he did.

Sharpay watched in horror as she watched Troy's fist connect with Brad's face. A cracking sound could be heard with every blow he delivered. She had to stop him before he did something stupid. She ran up to Troy and grabbed his arm as it went down to strike Brad again.

Instantly, his eyes shot up to meet Sharpay's. She was crying and tugging at him to get off of Brad. The hesitation gave Brad enough time to deliver a swift blow to Troy's gut. He doubled over and fell to the side, as Brad jumped up and ran to Sharpay's side. His face was bleeding profusely, probably form his broken nose.

Slowly, Troy crawled over to a corner in Sharpay's bedroom and rests his back up against the wall as he tried to catch his breath. No matter how many times he hit Brad, he would never get Sharpay back. This was a fact he didn't want to accept, but knew was true. It was over; he had lost.

After taking a couple of minutes to regain his strength, he stood up and headed out the door, stopping in the doorway. He reached into his jacket pocket and set down a small black box.

He spoke before turning around "I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone."

Troy and Sharpay, class of 2004's cutest couple, were finally over. Rage poured into Troy's fist as he uncontrollably punched the steering wheel of his black Audi. His body stiffened with the UN wanting sound of Sharpay's ring tone. Furry poured through him as he tossed his brand new IPhone out the passenger window and continued down the long black freeway. He would forget her, no matter what it took.

He had driving for what felt like days, with no knowledge of where he was. A sign on the side of the road told him he was in Albuquerque. He needed comfort. Someone to hold him and tell him that everything would be o.k. There was only one person he could think of. One person he hadn't seen in 5 years. The only women he has loved his whole life.

Mommy.

She could always mend the cracks in his heart, especially because he was her only child, her only family, since Troy's father, Jack Bolton, had died Troy's Senior year of high school. He wasn't the only one that had died though. Chad, Troy's best friend, had died that night, along with half of the basketball team. Troy walked away from the car wreck with a few scratches. It was all his fault, and he knew it, but that story will come back later. For now, all he wanted was his mother and the loving comfort of her arms around him. It has been 5 years too long.

Home Sweet Home.

Soooooooooo, what did you think????? Let me know if I should continue this Story. Gabriella will show up in the next Chapter, yes this is a Troyella story!!! Let me know what you think, kk. Thanks, SuzzieD