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Promise You'll Let Go

Chapter 4: Thunder Road

Five Years Ago

Sharpay went all the way across town; she couldn't take any chances. She walked into the drugstore that had scared her all through childhood and brought what she needed to before walking out. Five things, all the same; maybe one would help. One would prove her awful suspicions wrong.

She walked into the bathroom and locked the door. All five test: 2 minute results. Two minutes had never seemed so long before. Her mother was in the room down the hall from her; she had to be careful.

One minute passed.

Another minute passed. She glanced at the tests.

Present Day

Before Sharpay had gone for a walk with Troy, she had stopped somewhere else: her mother's house. The man who was her mother's husband wasn't there, so she let herself in; thankfully it was unlocked.

She quietly walked into the foyer and saw everything all over the floor. It was horribly messy; apparently that man hadn't cleaned it up since she died. Sharpay couldn't blame him.

Sharpay walked into the living room. Other than a new TV and end table, it was all the same. So was the kitchen.

She went into her mother's bedroom and looked in. Everything was different: there was a new bed, and Sharpay noticed that the bathroom had been redone. Sharpay remembered Ryan saying that their mother had her phone number at the bottom of her dresser; so she went to the dresser to see what else she had.

She went through all of them first. Sharpay realized that her mother had told Ryan about why she had left and that her mother didn't know what else had happened a year ago. She looked at everything her mother had.

She was shocked.

It was a police file on everything about her; apparently her mother had hired an investigator to find out where Sharpay had gone and simply hadn't looked for her. If Sharpay had been upset about her mom dying, it was no where near as upset as she was now.

Her mother had known all this time where she was and never did anything about it. She could've made up with her. Everything would have been easier. Silently, she put the file back in the drawer and started crying. She had one more room to go in: her's.

Sharpay realized that her door was securely locked. She tried opening it every which way, and realized that her mother didn't want anyone in there. Finally she got mad, and punched the door as hard as she could. To her surprise, it fell in.

Every single thing was the same. Everything was in its place. Her iPod was still connected to the wall, charging; the unfinished resume she was working on was still on her desk; the empty boxes and tests were on the floor. Her mirror was still broken; everything from her vanity was still knocked down. It was the same exact room, except for the layer of dust covering everything. She picked up a shard of the mirror and looked at her reflection, realizing how horrible she must look. She went to the pictures on her nightstand; there were eleven. One of her and her mother. One of her and Kelsi, with Ryan behind them. Three of her and Ryan. One of her, Ryan, and Troy from graduation. And five various ones of her and Troy. It was scary to look at them.

Everything in her room was the same as it had been five years ago; but everything had changed.

Five Years Ago

"SHARPAY EVANS!" She gasped, realizing that she had left the boxes on her bed. Her mother came storming into the bathroom. Mrs. Evans threw one of the empty boxes at her.

"You slut! I spent 17 years of my life raising you and your brother, most of it on my own, for you to go and be a tramp!" Mrs. Evans screamed at her, throwing the other boxes into the air. Sharpay shrunk down.

"Mom, please listen to me, I can explain," but Sharpay never got to finish. Her mom threw her vanity mirror on the ground and it shattered. Then Mrs. Evans knocked everything off of Sharpay's vanity.

Then Mrs. Evans ran back into the bathroom and screamed bloody murder.

Every single test was positive.

"Holy shit!" Mrs. Evans screamed. "This is how I raised you?!? To be a fucking tramp and do this! Not anymore, get out, get out! I'm going downstairs, and if you're in this fucking house in 15 minutes I'm calling the police on you!" Mrs. Evans's face was red and she was screaming so loud that Sharpay was afraid her eardrums would burst.

"You're my mother; you can't just kick me out!"

"I am! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"You're a fucking jackass if you think I'll be back! You're a whore, a fucking whore, and you can't even help your own daughter. Well FUCK YOU!"

Sharpay slammed the door in her mother's face, and grabbed a suitcase. In 2 minutes her favorite things had been stuffed into two suitcases, and she climbed out the window.

She was going to Troy's house; he would help her.

But in the end that day, he would choose Gabriella.

Present Day

Troy waited anxiously for Sharpay to answer him. What would she have done if he had picked her?

"I would have asked you to come." Was Sharpay's simple answer. "But I'm glad that we got separated. I'm glad that you didn't choose me. Everything would be different, and I like the way things are. I learned to live without you once; I couldn't do it again."

Troy was slightly mad that she was happy that he hadn't chosen her. "You're happy that I didn't choose you?"

"I'm happy now." Sharpay replied. "I was utterly devastated then. I thought I was going to die. Thankfully, I developed into the woman I am today."

Troy paused for a moment before asking "Are you going back to New York?"

Sharpay looked at him strangely. "At most I'll stay here a week. It's just too…painful."

"Can I take you out for coffee?" Troy knew that he had less than a week to convince Sharpay to stay with him in Albuquerque.

"Troy, it's been five years. How can we pretend that everything is just normal again?" Sharpay was already thinking of other excuses, but decided just to be honest with him.

"The Shar I remember wouldn't care if it had been 50 years, 100 years! Where's that Shar now?" Troy asked, almost begging her to stay.

Sharpay felt more tears creep into her eyes and looked down. "That Sharpay has been dead for over five years."

"Bring her back from the dead then Shar. I miss her so much." Sharpay looked up at him and felt a couple of tears fall from her eyes.

I will not be touched by your words, she thought. I will not love you. I can't!

"Then tell me why you had to leave. It can't have only been because of my question."

Sharpay decided to be honest, even though she knew it would crush Troy and confuse Troy and probably make him do something stupid.

"I was pregnant."

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