The sun was bright and very hot. When I put my hand up to shield the rays, my hand would stand out against the bright light. Twirling and twisting my hand, I tried to catch the sun's rays in my fingers.

"Taylor." A gentle voice called out.

Suddenly, the bright light was blocked out by a figure's shadow. Gazing in the direction of the figure, a smile played against my lips. I held my arms out for the figure to come near me.

"What are you doing?" The figure laughed at me.

My mother came into my view. She pulled me close, and I held onto her tightly. I laid my head against her shoulder. Her brown hair fell into gentle waves against her shoulder. Her skin was kissed with a deep chocolate hue. Through her skin, I could heart her heart beating and it seemed to relax me.

"Someone is ready for a nap."

Shaking my head, my mouth opened wide. A yawn had escaped. My mother laughed again, and grabbed me up into her arms. She began to walk away from the spot we were just in. With sleepy eyes, my eyes drank in the scene. Gold and ocean flowers were heavily mixed together; the sun was at its brightest. The small field was growing with life. I smiled one final time and let my heavy eyes close.

My eyes opened slowly. My body felt heavy. Gently pulling myself up, I began to rub at my eyes. Sunshine filtered in through my room. My room wasn't a magazine page. It was just a room. I had a desk that I did homework on, I had a dresser, and I had a bed to sleep in. I even had my own private bathroom that I didn't have to share with anyone. I hated having that dream. It was one of my favorites as well as a cursed dream. Only if I could have saved her, life wouldn't be so hard now.

"Taylor."

Looking up, I held back a gasp. My father stood at my door frame dressed in his business suit, ready to go to work. My fingers gently trembled against my blanket. I remembered what happened last night.

"Yes Daddy?"

"Make sure you get Star to school on time, as well as yourself. Middle school years are important, if you want to get into a good college." My dad winked at me.

I tried to not to smile, but I couldn't help but break out into a grin. Maybe last night was a mistake, maybe it really wasn't my dad. Maybe, it was just a dream. My father crossed the threshold of my door frame and took large strides into my room. He walked up to my bed, kissed my forehead and spun on his heel and left for work. I sighed against my quiet room; last night just had to be a mistake. I stretched my arms above my head, and when I opened my eyes I saw my ripped shirt from the night before.

"Ow! You're pulling too hard!"

"Sorry."

I gently ran the brush through my sister's hair. Star was always graced with the better hair than me. Sometimes I just forgot that her hair didn't need as much force as mine did. I set the brush down on the bathroom counter. Fluffing Star's hair out over her shoulders, I looked up.

"You're done."

Star sat up from her chair. I had pulled her hair into a fancy up do, with ringlets of hair escaping out of the hair that was held at the top. Daddy did always say to go to school with a positive attitude. Patting Star's shoulder, I grabbed my desk chair and began to lift it back into my room.

"You okay this morning?"

Nodding my head, I placed my desk chair back under my desk. I began to grab up my books when I felt a hand stiffen on my shoulder.

"What happened to your cheek Taylor?"

Not meeting Star's eyes, I kept my eyes down cast. "Did dad hit you again?" Star questioned. I didn't nod my head and Star filled in the blank again.

"Taylor! Why didn't you tell me he hit you again?"

"It's really none of your concern Star."

Sighing loudly, Star turned around and began to walk over to my window. Her fingertips grazed across the windowsill when she stopped suddenly. She bent down and picked something up. She turned around to face me again.

"Taylor? Why is this shirt ripped and slightly bloodied?"

I wouldn't let my eyes meet Star's again. I wish I could have told her that I spilled fruit punch on that shirt and that the shirt seams just exploded, but I knew I couldn't lie to my sister.

"Star, last night dad came into my room, and did something."

Star's eyes searched mine for an answer. She didn't get one.

"What did he do?"

I could feel tears prickling behind my eyelids. I wouldn't cry, not in front of my sister. I had to be strong and not show fear or pain in front of her.

"What did he do to you Taylor? And what does the ripped shirt have anything to do with it?"

Oh was Star the ever clever one at nine. I blinked for a few minutes, and then I grabbed Star's hand. Maybe her strength would help me. Maybe she wouldn't get so mad at me for what I had done last night.

"Star, dad came into my room last night and touched me."

Star's eyes widened. "Where did he touch you?"

I felt a tear slip out of my eye.

"Everywhere." I whispered.

Hey guys, again this is another re-post of Dirty Truth. For the next couple of chapters, I'm going to be editing a few things so sit tight. No one worry, Dirty Truth WILL stay the same. Just the first five chapters are going to be edited and changed. Once again, thank you guys for all of the foot traffic. It makes me really happy to know that Dirty Truth hasn't died quite yet. Reviews letting me know if this chapter makes more sense. I do NOT own High School Musical in anyway, shape, or form. I only own Star. I also do NOT support rape or Child Abuse. Both are very important matters that should not be taken lightly.