Chapter 3:

Sharpay stared out the passenger window as the breeze flowed through her hair. She felt the strange sensation of being free for the first time in her life. She wanted to stay here in this moment forever. She would never tell him this, but Mr. Troy Bolton was like her perfect man. She had always had a crush on him. She wanted to tell him once, but she was too afraid of what her father would do if he ever found out that she had a boyfriend. She would rather kill herself than have to fuck her father one more time, but she felt him inside of her every night. What she would give for someone to stand up for her, for someone to just say something.

Troy and Sharpay drove an hour out into the deserts of New Mexico neither one of them saying anything. They would occasionally look at one another, blush and look away, but that was as far as their communication went. Sharpay knew he had a girlfriend and Troy just assumed he wasn't good enough for the likes of Sharpay Evans.

They finally pulled into a small town and walked into the diner. It was around lunch time and it was obvious by the stomach rumbling from both of them that they were starving. Sharpay sat politely in the booth as the waitress took their orders, for the first time in months she was going to have a hamburger and French fries. Her father refused to let her eat anything besides salads because she just may get fat on him.

Troy looked at her. He couldn't take the silence anymore. "So? Why do you look so miserable when you're in your own element?"

"I'm not miserable," Sharpay lied and turned away as she let a single tear fall. She hated the fact that when she went home her father would be waiting to possess her again. How could she tell anyone the truth? They would never understand!

"I saw that…" Troy said looking at her as he crossed his arms. There really was something with the one woman he thought had everything. He never imagined that Ms. Sharpay Evans would be broken inside.

"I can't tell anyone. It isn't as if anyone would care anyways. My problems are my problems," Sharpay said shrugging it off.

"Gabriella and I got in a major fight this morning. I think it over once and for all. I really loved her, but one can only fight for so long. I am sick of trying to get her to love me back. We have been constantly fighting for a couple months now. She's always with her friends and never answers my phone calls and when we are together I'm so miserable, but I just can't let her go. I want to hold her in my arms for all eternity… I think she is seeing someone behind my back. The only person who knows this is Ryan. I am addicted to Gabriella and there is nothing I can do to get unhooked." Troy said trying to get Sharpay to feel more comfortable around him. He wanted to see her smile. Someone with such beautiful brown eyes should never cry!

"You're an amazing man Troy Bolton. Any woman would be lucky to have you," Sharpay said out load and immediately blushed. So much for keeping her crush a secret! She smiled as the waitress set their food down happy for the interruption. She could stuff her mouth with food if she ever thought she would say anything stupid again.

"I don't think I have ever seen you blush. I didn't think the Ice Princess could ever be embarrassed. Why do you act so mean all the time?" Troy said pouring ketchup next to his fries.

"I don't need friends. I can't have friends. I have a secret so dark it would turn anyone else's world upside down and I don't want anyone to share my pain. It is easier to deal with alone."

"I'm not going to pry into you hidden treasure, but I must disagree with you. It is easier to get through everything when you know you have someone to catch your fall. Friendship is the one thing that can save us all."

"You sound like a preacher!" Sharpay laughed as she took a big bite of her burger. She didn't remember them tasting so good. She was actually enjoying herself. She didn't remember the last time that she was this happy, and it would all be over too soon.

"I just am grateful for the team and Ryan, without them life would be so boring. I never honestly thought I would be friends with Ryan, but he is a great listener. He has helped me a lot over the last couple months… Which makes me wonder why haven't you told him?"

"Who said I haven't told Ryan?" Sharpay said defensively. She didn't even know herself why she hadn't told Ryan. Maybe it was because; he thought their father was the best man on earth! He would probably tell her she was lying!

"That's what I thought." Troy said as the waitress dropped the check on the table. Troy picked it up without even giving Sharpay a chance to look at it.

"I got…"

"Don't worry about it." Troy said as he pulled out his wallet to pay for the meal. He smiled at Sharpay. She needed this meal more than he ever imagined. She may not want to tell him what was wrong, but he was going to prove he was there for her, someone had to be!

On the way home Troy and Sharpay talked about practically everything from school to their favorite movies. It was amazing how much they had in common. Sharpay was falling head over heals and she was falling fast. Too bad Troy Bolton was the one man that she would never be able to have. She smiled as she jumped out of the car and thanked him for such a wonderful afternoon.

She walked in prepared for what was to come only to realize that her father and Ryan were not home yet. Her cell phone started ringing. She stared at blankly for a minute before picking up to hear Ryan laughing at the other end. "Hey Shar… I just wanted to tell you dad should be home soon. He said he was going to pick up something for dinner and then go home. He dropped me off at dance class. I just didn't want you worrying what happened to us."

"Thanks Ry," Sharpay said softly as she stared at the front door. She hung up on Ryan and fell to the floor shaking and crying. She couldn't take it anymore. She just couldn't take him laying one more hand on her. She wished she could kill herself, but every time she brought the knife to her skin, she couldn't bring herself to cut deep enough. Running up to her bathroom she brought her pretty pink razor to her wrists. Holding her wrists under flowing cold water, she screamed. Her father would be home any minute and he would take his time taking over her body. The pain felt good, it numbed what was about to come. Just as she stopped bleeding she heard the front door creak open. Drying off her hands and hissing from the pain, Sharpay walked to her vanity and pretended to do homework.

"There you are my precious. I have been waiting all day for you!" Her father whispered in her ear as he held a paper bag behind his back. "I brought you a sweet treat. I thought we could make a Sharpay sundae."

He grabbed Sharpay by the arm and threw her on the bed. Grinning, her father pulled out a squeeze bottle of Hershey chocolate syrup, Rediwhip whip cream, and a can of cherries. He set each item next to the bed on her night stand and climbed on top of his daughter. Sharpay opened her mouth to scream, but he quickly covered it with his strong masculine hands.

Slowly pulling off Sharpay's clothes, her father looked at the immaculate canvas that was his daughter's body. She had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were not too small, but they were not humungous either. They were perfect. Her stomach was toned and she had the sexiest ass any man could see.

She whimpered as he poured whipped cream in circles around her breasts until they were covered and then poured a thin line to her vagina and made sure it was covered inch by inch. He repeated the process with the chocolate, and topped his sundae off with a cherry on each breast. Smiling at his creation, her father pulled out his digital camera and started taking pictures. With every snap Sharpay cried even more.

When he was done with his photo shoot, her father licked up every last drop that covered his daughter's body. After she was purely naked, he took more pictures, pictures of just her, pictures of his cock, pictures of his cock in her vagina, pictures of his cock in her ass. It was the worse day in Sharpay's short life.

When her father left, she looked up a certain somebody's last name in the phone book…

"Hello," Came that familiar male voice. She was just grateful she didn't have to ask if he was there. She didn't want anyone else to know she had called.