I don't own anything!

Pairing: Traylor

Song: 4 AM- Melanie Fiona

Rating: M

For: NaeNae 1495

I looked at the clock on my Iphone for what felt like the hundredth time that night and couldn't help the rush of anger that surged through me. Troy wasn't home yet and it was four o'clock in the morning. There was only one other time in our entire relationship where he got into the habit of letting the sun beat him home, and that was when he was cheating with Gabriella. I let out a frustrated scream as I sat up in our silk covered bed. With my knees pulled up to my chest and my head resting on them, I fought off the tears that threatened to overtake me.

I had dealt with Troy, my man, husband, my very best friend, and my baby calling somebody else baby and I wasn't in any way prepared to deal with it once again. I truly didn't think that my heart could take it again, but I couldn't shake the feeling that that's exactly what was happening. I gripped my hair in both hands and started to rock, feeling all kinds of crazy. I decided to call him, again. If he would just answer and let me hear his voice, give me some kind of insurance that my intuition was off then maybe just maybe I could be at peace.

Voicemail, his fucking phone went straight to voicemail! What the fuck? When I first started to worry because he wasn't here and started to call him his phone was at least ringing before it went to voicemail. I decided to leave him a message. My third of the night…

"Troy Bolton I swear on everything that is good that if you don't beat the sun home I'm going to have my dad come and change every single lock on every single door in this house before you do get here. Now you can try me or you can trust me, but I'd advise you to trust me. "

Ripping the cover off of me I ended the call and jumped up and started to pace the floor. It's was damn near dawn and he wasn't home. He wasn't answering his phone. He had a history of cheating. The part of me that was telling me to trust him was immediately squashed by those three facts, and anger started to turn into physical pain. My breath started to come out in short burst and my chest started to hurt. I couldn't believe that Troy was breaking my heart once again, and by all accounts it seemed as though he didn't even care.

As the time passed by slowly, pain subsided to anger once again. I forgave him once for this bullshit, but I'll be damned if I did it again. And I told him that I would not forgive this a second time so to me it was almost like he was begging me to leave him. I kicked at his basketball that was on the floor near the foot of the bed. I was heated. I should be in bed with his arms wrapped around me not fucking waiting for him to come home. I spent half of my year sharing him with the NBA, I wasn't going to share him with the wild night life and groupies that came along with him being in the NBA, and his monkey ass must've bumped his head somewhere along the way if he thought that I would. This mother fucker must think I'm stupid.

I was all over the place and I didn't like it one bit. It made me feel like I was indeed losing it. I didn't deserve this at all. I was the perfect wife. Always sacrificing for the sake of making our marriage work, but if he wasn't willing to start meeting me halfway and sacrificing in order to give me what I need then maybe it was time for me to move on. Maybe it was time for me leave, even if it was the last thing I ever wanted to do.

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine. My nerves were shot to hell and it seemed as though my marriage was shot to hell also. This wasn't the way I pictured my life when I said I do. As I downed my wine in one go, my eyes landed on a stack of mail I hadn't bothered going through earlier. Deciding to go through it in hopes that it would ease my mind until the alcohol could do so. I grabbed it and hopped up on the kitchen counter.

"Junk"

"Junk"

"Crap"

"Phone Bill"

I was getting ready to chuck it to the side when I remembered that I could track his location by his phone online. I ran to the home computer we kept downstairs and logged on to our account. Quickly finding the link I needed I typed in his number and took a deep breath while it tracked his location. I closed my eyes to stop the tears that were starting to fall. I didn't know rather or not my fears were about to be materialized into a horrible reality. Well it was now or never, I opened my eyes and there it was clear as day, he was currently….. in the driveway?

I ran out the door, not bothering with house shoes or a robe, and ran to the parking garage. And sure enough parked next to my candy apple red 2012 Mustang convertible was Troy's custom made truck. Slowly I walked up to the driver's side and there he was sleeping like a new born. All the anger faded and my heart melted at the sight. I softly knocked on his window and waited while he opened the door. He turned towards me and I stepped in the middle of his legs.

"Baby, why are you sleeping in your truck? How long have you been out here? Do you know how pissed off at you I've been?"

He silenced me with the kiss. I could taste the alcohol on his breath, and my anger returned. I pushed him away from me.

"I see you were too busy drinking to answer my calls."

"B..baby don't be mad."

"Troy just tell me the truth, did you cheat on me tonight?"

"N..nnooo I wouldn't never do that…. Aa… again. I love you."

"You're wasted, why did you drive yourself home."

"I missed you."

"Troy I won't be cheated on again."

He stood up and turned us so that my back was against his truck.

"Never again… Never."

He looked me straight in my eyes and I could tell that he'd remained faithful even if he hadn't remained sober.

He started placing kisses on my neck while reaching up under my night gown. Feeling that I wasn't wearing any panties a growl escaped from him and he pulled back enough to undo his jeans and to push them and his boxers down in one fluid motion. I felt his hardness push up against my thigh and my passion started to reach a fever pitch. I pulled my night gown up and off leaving me naked to his heated gaze.

"So beautiful…. Always so fucking beautiful…"

Without hesitation he picked me up and placed himself at my opening before sliding into my wet heat and pounding into me… I bit down on his shoulder as he fucked me hard up against his truck all the while whispering to me that he would never again stray. I felt my climax approaching and I let go, of all the pain, stress, anxiety, and fear from earlier and let the pleasure take me to away…..

So I decided to make this like a part two of the Resentment one shot…. And just like the Resentment one shot this is not one of my favorites but this is part of why I'm doing this challenge to get comfortable writing anything….. And besides I'm still enjoying this challenge so I'm still taking words and songs….