Chapter 2: An Unexpected Friend

Sharpay sat silently looking out her window. If only someone could see her for who she really was, she wouldn't have to keep all her pain inside. She wouldn't have to cry her self to sleep every night afraid her father was going to sneak into her room just to get a piece of ass. She was his fucking daughter for Christ sake. But no one could hear her tortured scream.

She sighed as she opened her best friend, her journal. It was the only thing that could understand her. She put her heart on the line on the purple and pink pages. For some reason, it was a giant relief to be able to tell something all her hidden secrets. It was her private sanctuary where she could scream and shout.

Dear Diary,

Today my father came to me again. I don't know how much longer I can take this shit without cracking. I cut myself shaving and it scared me. It scared me because, well honestly, I really liked it. It hindered the emotional pain that I have been feeling. I liked the way the blood trickled down my leg. It made me actually feel human and not like just someone's personal sex toy! I feel like I'm just a porcelain doll that will crack into a million pieces any minute now. It's sad when you get your looks from your father. Is he just that much in love with himself? I wish I could tell him no, or push him off as he attempts to crawl up my body. Nothing is worse than when he starts to kiss my pussy and forces me to cum for him. I felt so dirty. I just wanted to shoot myself, hang myself, anything to get me out of this hellhole that I am force to call life, forced to call home.

Sorrowfully Yours,

Ms. Sharpay

PS: When I turn eighteen next week I'm changing my name. I want nothing to do with that bastard! I can't stand him. I don't want his name; I don't even want his blood. But there are just some things that you can't change.

Sharpay closed the pink and black laced notebook and put it in her hiding spot under her mattress. She was all alone in the house for once. Her mother was gone on a business trip for the next month in China. That just left her with her father and Ryan, who were currently on their weekly father-son day.

The doorbell rang causing Sharpay to scream. She didn't mean to scream. After all, it was probably just the mailman. She cursed under her breath as she walked down the Evans' marble winding staircase to the giant front entrance. She paused before reaching for the doorknob. She really wasn't in the mood or dressed to see anyone. She simply wore her lucky jeans and a black tank top with a million pieces of jewelry covering her body.

"BOLTON?!" Sharpay exclaimed as she opened the door revealing who was waiting on the other side. With her eyes as wide as the sky, she was speechless. He was the one person in this world she actually had a crush on and here he was at her door, of course he wasn't here for her.

Troy smiled nervously as he waved hello. He was actually looking for Ryan and he didn't really want to have to explain why. No one even really knew that they were friends. But ever since they were assigned English partners, Ryan was the only person that Troy could talk to. And he needed to talk to someone. Gabriella was bitching about everything that he does wrong that he should do right. He was sick of being told how horrible of a boyfriend he was.

Sharpay tried to hide the fact that Troy looked utterly delicious just standing there looking all worried in her doorway. He had a pair of baggy pants that clung to his waistline and a white button-up shirt he seemed to have forgotten to button.

"Is Ryan here?" Troy asked finally breaking the silence. He shoved his hands into his front pocket not sure what else to say or do.

"He's actually out fishing with my father. Would you like for me to give him a message?"

Troy shook his head. He couldn't tell Sharpay what was going on. She was a girl…. "No, I just needed to talk to someone…. Well, actually could you tell him that I stopped by?"

"I'm here. I know that I'm not Ryan, but I have two very healthy ears."

"I don't know…. It's kind of personal." Troy said starting to walk back to the driveway where his black 1964 Impala.

"Nice car! You can trust me. No one listens to me enough for me to tell anyone anything."

"Doesn't it get lonely not having friends?" Troy turned around and cursed under his breath for saying that. He shouldn't be that insensitive. It wasn't her fault she was such a bitch… Well, even if it was, she has feelings too.

"No one to hurt me…" The way Sharpay trailed her voice off it was easy to tell she was lying. There was something inside of her that was eating away and destroying her. She was hurt and she refused to bring anyone else down to her level. No one should be as miserable as her.

"So you like my car, huh?"

"Yeah, it's definitely a classic. I wish I had a car like that."

"You still up for that talk…"

Sharpay looked at the clock on the wall. Ryan had dance lessons in an hour; they would be home any minute. She would do anything to not be here when her father got home. "Yeah, why?"

"I wanna go for a ride… I just thought some company would be nice."

"Aren't you afraid one of your friends would see you with the ice princess?"

Troy didn't say anything as he ran back up to the door and grabbed her hand. It was clear she needed to talk to someone as much as he did. He shut the door behind her as he guided her to his car. He was going to take her to places she had never been before.