Hi guys! Thanks so much for the reviews. You asked, so I guess I'll keep going. I don't own Sonny With A Chance:( Enjoy! I hope... The song for this chapter is Broken, by Seether.
I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph, I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
When she woke up, she could barely move. her muscles ached so much it made her want to cry. She pulled her eyes open, seeing she was in her room. She glanced wearily at the clock. Seven a.m. She groaned. She had to be at work at eight. She forced her body to sit up, and refrained from screaming out in pain.
Her back cracked so loudly and painfully, she thought she might have broken her spine. She wiggled her fingers and toes to make sure, but this wasn't an odd thing. She usually had to do this every morning. She was going to see her brother, Bill, today. Thank God. He knew about her mom, but only because her mom loved him, and didn't hide the abuse from him. He never told, too scared of her himself. She never hit him, though, something Sonny never understood.
"He is a good boy," her mother would say, though all he did was smoke and get drunk all the time.
She stood, her legs so weak that she almost fell immediately back down. She leaned on the bed a moment, and glanced down at her body. Her shirt had ridden up, and she had a glimpse of bruises. Bruises were layered, some yellow and fading, others so light you could only see the outline of them. She had one bruise that covered practically her whole stomach, and it was a nasty purple-black color. She sighed, and yanked the shirt down, wincing at the sudden movement.
She dressed, by putting on a green tank top, and jeans. She put a long sleeve blue top, with just a little cleavage showing, where she wasn't bruised. She looked normal, and thank god it was winter, so she wouldn't look weird.
'cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel light when you're gone away
She slipped on some half slipper/half flat shoes and headed downstairs. Every step made her want to cry. She prayed her mother wasn't awake yet. Her mother was in the kitchen, as though waiting. She glanced up as Sonny walked in. She crossed over to Sonny in two steps, and smacked her so hard across the face, that Sonny's head collided with her shoulder.
She forgot her make up, and the one bruise that lined her cheek lay on her face, screaming the truth. She slipped out the front door after grabbing her bag from the floor, and hurried up to her car.
She jumped in, and sped to Condor Studios. She didn't look in the mirrors, one mistake that she never made. She always checked.
She felt like crying. Why was her life like this? Why did her mom hit her? She knew it was because she was bad. She knew that somewhere deep down her mother loved her, she just wanted to know where. She also knew that once she was eighteen, in three weeks, she could move out. Then she wouldn't be hit, then she could live her life, and drop the bruises. She could swim with other people, go out, where nicer clothes that don't make her sweat bullets in the winter just because she has to hide the bruise caused from when her mom hit her with a frying pan on the leg.
She quickly wiped the single tear that fell from her empty brown eyes. She wasn't sure how she was going to be able to do work today, and be Sonny Monroe, not Allison. Allison was who she really was, Sonny was just a cover up. Her mother hit her, and threw her down the stairs. Her mother hit her without a reason. Her mother broke the rule. Never hit without purpose. Sonny let another tear fall, and as she wiped it away, she pulled into the parking lot to see Chad standing by his car, listening to music. She parked a ways away from him, but not walking by him was impossible, he was parked in front of the door. He watched her walk over, and as Sonny got closer she saw his smile fade, replaced by horror. Her hand flew to my cheek, and Sonny felt the bruise pulsing angrily. She stopped walking, and took a step back instead, her eyes wide. Chad began his way toward her, dodging cars. Sonny turned on her heel, and began to run. She jumped in between cars, around them, through them, she even climbed inside someones, because she couldnt get around it.
"Sonny!" she heard Chad yell her name, as she ran into the road. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She has been doing this for years now, why forget today. On Chads birthday. The day she was seeing Bill.
The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
"No! I'm fine!" Sonny screamed, her feet slowing. A painful cramp pierced her side, and her sore legs decided not to hold her any longer. On the other side of the road, she collapsed, and brought her knees to her chin. She needed a plan, and one fast. She decided to say while babysitting, she was hit by a soccer ball. That would work, right?
Chad caught up pretty quick, and leaned beside her. His fingers lightly touched her cheek, and she felt a zap at the contact, and immediately leaning away.
"What happened?" he murmured, looking so full of concern and care that Sonny wanted to cry all over again. People were not supposed to cry over her. She was worthless, no one knew better than her mother.
"Babysitting accident," Sonny said, brushing some hair out of her face. His eyes stared at a mark on her forehead, and she tilted her head to let the hair fall back.
"Did your boyfriend hit you Sonny?" she wanted to laugh. Bill, hitting her? No, much closer, she thought bitterly. Instead, she glared at him.
"Chad, Bill is my brother, he would never hit me, so grow up. I know you don't like him, and we all know you wish he was dead, so-"
He lifted a hand to her lips, silencing her. He gave her a small smile, before helping her up. They began walking to the studios again. He kept glancing at her, as though he wasn't sure she was OK. Of course she wasn't, but did he need to know that?
"Why did you run?" he asked, flexing slightly in the cold morning. Sonny shrugged, looking away.
"You looked like you wanted to hit me, and it scared the shit out of me," she laughed. He stopped.
"I know your lying. What is going on Sonny? You never swear. Ever," he snapped. She giggled at him, the feeling of acting surging inside her.
"Chad, I'm fine. Your overreacting," she said, before walking back to the building. After a few seconds he followed.
"Sonny-"
"Drop it OK? I am fine. Come on, we are going to be late," she said smiling at him, though inside her heart was breaking. He stormed ahead of her, obviously too angry to even look at her any more. Reality was that he couldn't understand what she wasn't telling him, and what happened to her face. Reality was that he loved her.
'cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
Sonny watched him go, and when he was out of sight, she dropped the smile. She wondered what telling someone would be like, but she knew that was not an option. She could never tell anyone. She hated Chad. Hated him for not understanding. Hated him for his snotty attitude. Hated him for his loving fans. Hated him for his richness. There was a lot to hate him for, but the thing she hated most was the way he made her love her.
She jogged the rest of the way, letting the pain in her body distract her from those thoughts. She didn't want to think about her love for the obnoxious teen star. He didn't that to boost his ego anymore than it already was. She admired him though, the way he was always so collected. Always so... Perfect. Little did she knew he felt the same way about her.
They were two souls, lost in a world of regret, and love. One that Sonny, nor Chad, had really opened themselves up to. And neither seemed close to it.
'cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel light when you're gone away
OK so that was this chapter. Was it OK? I tried, haha. So please review, I would really like any feedback you guys have. This was kind of a fill in chapter, as Chad begins to realize that maybe Sonny isn't so perfect. Thanks!
