Wow, it's been millenniums since I've update, hasn't it? Anyways, I felt I owed you good people an APOLOGY! I was ranting on about not having enough reviews when really I've been getting a lot of support! Forgive me:D

Anyways, this is kinda a filler chapter, when we FINALLY see Taylor again and Zoë goes for a wander. Enjoy.

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The World Changes and Rearranges

Zoë In The Woods

Her head was pounding, and her entire body ached. She rolled over and groaned, snuggling into Chad's chest and sighing. The two of them must've got wasted or something the night before.

"That was quite a night," a voice chuckled in her ear. Her eyes widened and she sat up, looking into the smug face of a man who wasn't her husband.

"You!" she shrieked, "What happened last night?!"

He sat up, beetle black eyes twinkling, "Well, we made love. As two people in a relationship like ours are supposed to!"
"R-r…relationship?" Taylor repeated, scuttling away from him and pulling her shirt up to cover herself, "I am married! To a man I love dearly! You are just a boy I made a stupid promise to years ago!"
His face soured, "You still made that promise, and you are mine now! Do you hear me?"
Taylor scowled and attempted to get further away, only to find he had tied her ankle to the bedpost on a short chain.

"You whack job!" she exclaimed.

"Don't speak like that, Tay-Tay," he soothed, reaching out and brushing her cheek with his hand, causing her to shiver, "I love you baby,"

Then he kissed her, pushing her up against the wall. She kept her mouth clamped tight and kicked out at him with her legs, causing him to topple off the bed, winded.

"Feisty!" he snapped, "I guess a couple of hours without a meal should cure that, huh?"
Taylor merely smirked defiantly and spat at him, making him even angrier. With a slam of the door, he was gone, leaving Taylor in the dreary room he had been holding her in.

Taylor sighed and pulled the shirt over her head. She knew what had happened that night was because he had drugged her, and she had woken up with hazy vision; not recognizing the man who was with her. She shuddered and the memories and curled into a ball, shaking violently as she silently prayed Chad would find her soon…

"There you are!"
Zoë squealed as her dad grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her into his arms, tickling her ribs. She laughed and tried feebly to swot him away, as baby Shaun watched amused from his pram.

"Okay! Lemme go hide again!" Zoë declared, wriggling out of her father's arms and falling with a soft thump on the grass of the park. Troy nodded and took his station beside Shaun, covering his eyes and loudly counting, "One…two…three…"

Zoë ran from her father, running towards a line of hedges lining the edges of the park. She knew that beyond this particular line of hedges was a hilly forest, but it was a good place to hide!
With one last glance back at Troy, she threw herself through the prickly bush and rolled onto the soft forest floor. She looked up and eyed the tall trees that surrounded her, and she climbed onto her feet. Zoë could still hear her dad counting.

"Twenty-one, twenty-two…!"

She giggled and walked away from the hedge, where the hole she had made would make her an easy target. She found a large tree and hid behind it, barely breathing.

Suddenly…

"Hello, dear,"
Zoë shrieked in shock as she felt a hand lay on her shoulder, and a voice spoke in her ear. She spun around and stared in surprise at the man behind her.

"Who are you?" she demanded, cross at being surprised like that.

"I could ask you the same question," the man chuckled, picking her up (much to her protest, "Are you lost, sweet pea?"
"No," Zoë said defiantly.

"What's your name?"
"Zoë Evans-Bolton," she mumbled.

"I know you!" the man suddenly laughed, "You're Troy Bolton's daughter,"
Zoë's eyes widened, "You know my daddy?"
The man shook his head, "No. I know your auntie Taylor Danforth."
The girl's eyes widened even more, "Uncle Chad said she went on holiday!"

"No," the man said, "She…left Uncle Chad and came to stay with me. Would you like to come see her?"
"YEAH!" Zoë shrieked enthusiastically, causing the mysterious man to flinch at her loudness.

"Okay. Be a little quieter and I'll take you to her,"

The man lived on at the bottom of a hill. The man had carried Zoë up quite a steep slope and was now walking her down the hill towards a little cottage, which to Zoë looked very lonesome.

He opened the door which revealed a single large room, with a wooden table with four chairs, a cooker and fridge, and an old iron bed. The house had no heating and Zoë shivered.
The man led her to the only other door in the house, and this one had a lock on it. With his free hand, he pulled out a key and unlocked the door, opening it and allowing Zoë in. She was thrust into small dingy room, with no windows. There was almost no light, except for a naked bulb hanging from the roof, with was swinging and allowed disjointed visions of each corner of the room. The dim light illuminated a face Zoë hadn't seen in a while.

"Tay-Tay!" she exclaimed, lunging at the surprised woman.

"Zoë?" she whispered, pulling the tiny girl into a hug, "What are you doing here?"
"He brought me," Zoë grinned, pointing at the man who stood in the corner. Taylor's eyes narrowed at him.

"Tay, when're you comin' home?" Zoë asked, sitting comfortably in Taylor's lap.

"Soon," Taylor said.

The man cleared his throat angrily from the corner and picked Zoë off of Taylor.

"I'd best be getting you back to your daddy," he said, scowling at Taylor. He then dragged Zoë out of the house, ignoring Taylor's protests.

He carried Zoë back to the spot where they had met, where it was easy for her to get home.

"So, Zoë, can I trust you to keep this a secret?" he asked.

"Okay, mister," Zoë grumbled.

"Don't call me mister. You can call me Uncle Willy,"

Zoë giggled immaturely, "Okay Uncle…Willy,"
'Willy' rolled his eyes and patted her head, "It's our little secret, princess. Don't tell a soul,"
"Okay!" Zoë grinned, "Bye-bye,"
"Bye-bye,"

Zoë waved and ran back towards the hedge, lunging through the hole. Before she had even touched the ground, Troy had grabbed her and swooped her into a bone crushing hug.

"Zoë! Where were you? I was worried sick!"

"I was with Unc—" Zoë caught herself, remembering not to tell her secret.

"I just found a really good hiding place," she beamed, "Sorry I worried you,"
"What were you gonna say?" Troy asked, " 'I was with…'?"

"That's nothing, Daddy," Zoë smiled, "Nothing at all!"

Yeah, I know Albuquerque probably isn't hilly, and probably doesn't have woods, but for the sake of this story, it does. It'll be important for my SAD ending. :(

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