Troy unlocked the door as quietly as he could, although it wouldn't make any difference considering their house was so big she wouldn't even hear the door opening. He looked down at his watch. It read 12am. He groaned inwardly. Shit.

He made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As he was walking there, he saw the lights in the dining room turned on. Sighing, he walked over and saw Sharpay with her head rested on her arms on top of the table. In front of her was a meal she had hardly touched and across from her, was an untouched meal. He closed his eyes and swore under his breath. Hesitating, he walked closer to her trying to be silent, but miserably failed when he tripped over the leg of a chair.

"Shit," He yelled, but his eyes grew wide as he turned to see if he had waked his wife.

Sharpay stirred hearing someone yelling and lifted her head, wincing at the pain that came from her neck. That would remind her never to sleep on the table. Even though it wasn't like she did it on purpose. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the figure in front of her.

He gave her a smile and got up. "Hey, why didn't you go upstairs to sleep?" Then he walked closer to her.

She looked around her and the past few hours came back to her. As he leaned down to kiss her, she backed away and got up. "Why didn't I go upstairs to sleep?" She repeated incredulously. "I fell asleep waiting for your ass to get home, that's why."

"I told you I would be late." He looked away from her.

Angry tears filled her eyes. "Fucking bullshit. Don't lie to me. You know I hate it when people lie to me."

"Okay, so I forgot to tell you. What's the big deal?" He raised his voice without realizing. He was annoyed and tired. All he wanted to do when he got home was get a glass of water and go off to bed. Not fight with her again like they have been for the past two months now. They were just getting more and more frequent and he hated it.

"You told me you were going to home for dinner this morning," She yelled, feeling hot tears fall down her face. She quickly wiped them away, hating herself for being so weak and crying again. She turned away from him started piling up the plates to wash.

"Well something came up. Scott took me out to celebrate my new movie." His voice lowered a little when he saw her tears.

"And I told you today that I was going to celebrate with you tonight," She screamed turning to face him.

"What's the big deal? We'll have dinner tomorrow night then!" He yelled, running his hand through his hair.

She laughed humorlessly. "Oh are you sure you'll have time for me? Scott or Gabi or whoever the hell else might want you. And since the whole world is worth way more of your time than I am, I won't want to keep you from them."

"Okay!" He shouted. "I'm sorry! Is that what you want to hear? I'm fucking sorry, Sharpay. Are you happy now?"

"Your apologies mean nothing when you're just going to turn around and do it again." She replied exasperated.

"Why are you making such a big deal out of nothing? If you wanted to celebrate so badly, you could've come with me."

"Could I have?" She scoffed. "I don't remember you calling to tell me where you were going. Or you calling ever actually."

"I did call you! And it went straight to voicemail. What was I supposed to do?" He demanded.

Her hand was gripping the plate so tight her knuckles were white. "Come home early tonight like you promised to. If you didn't want to be here with me tonight, the least you could've done was tell me, so I didn't have to make you fucking food!" She slammed the glass plate on the floor. The contact created a loud high-pitched sound as the plate shattered into a million pieces, then it was completely silent.

Troy was in complete shock while Sharpay was still boiling with anger. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she kneeled down and started picking up the pieces of glass. Troy got down beside her.

"Don't do that, you'll cut yourself." He tried to take the larger piece of glass away from her, but she pulled back.

"I'm fine. I don't need you to take care of me." She set her jaw and avoided his eyes as she continued to pick up pieces.

"Come one, give it to me." He pulled on the piece of glass again harder. "I don't want you to hurt yourself." He pulled again and he got it just as he heard Sharpay scream.

He looked down and saw a huge gash on her hand. His eyes widened and he reached for her hand, but she pulled away,

"Don't touch me." She said, her voice cracking while tears fell down from her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Shar." He reached for her hand again. "Here let me see it."

"I'm fine, okay?" She snapped and snatched her hand back from him, grimacing at the pain.

"I just wanted to help," He sighed and got up. He stayed standing there, staring at her sitting on the floor.

"I didn't ask for your help and I don't need your fucking help." She got up, leaving the mess on the floor, then walked out of the room.

He stared at the broken plate. It was a lot like them. Broken. And no one was going to clean it up or try to mend it. They were having so many problems and it was just getting worse and worse everyday. He hated being in his home now. Whenever he was in it, he knew there would end up being a fight. So he stayed out, but that just caused more problems. Sighing, he followed her out after a couple of minutes.

He opened the door to their bedroom to find her lying down on the bed, her face turned away from the middle.

"Sharpay," He said from the doorway quietly. He stood there for a minute without moving, staring at the figure on the bed. Then he let out a sigh. Not in the mood to figure, he took the pillow that was beside her and walked out of the room, slamming the door after him.

She turned her head a little to find his side of the bed empty. That's not what she had wanted. She wanted him to hug her, kiss her, and tell her he loved her and that he was sorry. But he gave up after one second. She wanted so desperately to hear him say those three words to her and mean them, but it's been months since those words have been exchanged between them, or any words actually. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling as tears blurred her vision. This was not how she wanted this relationship to be. For god's sake, they were married. It might not have been a planned marriage, but they had done it and this was not the way it was supposed to turn out. Closing off with a sigh, she prayed sleep would come to her soon to take her out of this nightmare.

So this was an idea I had. I have no idea what I'm leading to or what I'm planning on doing with this storyline. Leave me a review and tell me what you think. Should i continue with this?

Thanks a bunch.
-Macyxo