Relocation

Chapter 7: Helpless

By music is happiness

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Last Chapter…

"It's ok, I'm used to it." He chuckled slightly, a low laugh. Sharpay liked the sound of it.

Even she couldn't hold back a small giggle. "I'll be there soon."

After she hung up, a thought struck her. Was it her being upset about Chad's call that prompted her to call Troy? Or was it just the desire to see Troy again?

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The streets were almost completely empty as she walked to Troy's house. A rare cold wind tickled her hair and she wrapped the blanket that, in her haste to get to his house, had forgotten to take off. The soft polyester was comforting to her, when she felt like she was tearing apart.

"Good evening, Miss," a man said to her as he passed. Tipping his hat to her, he grinned good-naturally, demonstrating a set of mildly crooked teeth. He seemed like a pleasant sort of person. Half-smiling at him, she said "Good evening" back and they went their separate ways. Once again, nothing nice can stay, she thought glumly to herself. Dropping her gaze, she kept her eyes on her feet. One foot after the other, just keep walking….

"Hey there, sweet thang," a low voice says, words slightly slurred. Sharpay felt a arm sling around her shoulders. Staggered, she turned her head to face the stranger, frazzled hair whipping her face.

The intruder to her walk was a man, maybe twenty or twenty-one. He was at least a foot taller than her and had dark, sharp features and long shaggy hair. His eyes chilled her to the bone, though, above everything else. They were bright, almost neon green, and were only fixed on her. The hand that wasn't on her was fixed on the neck of a bottle of whiskey. His breath reeked of alcohol and he leaned mostly on her. Her knees were straining under the extra burden.

She was too frightened to say anything.

"Whatcha doin' out 'ere all 'lone on a night like this'n?" She could barely distinguish one word from the other.

Using all her strength, she shook the guy off her and started to run away, but he caught her roughly by her golden locks and dragged her backward. Her loose shoes caught on a stone and slipped off. Her bare feet contacted with the still hot gravel from the sweltering day.

"I said," he growled, pulling her up until their faces were only a few inches apart. He suddenly went from casual to furious in a heartbeat. A heartbeat that might be her last, "what are you doing out here?"

"N-n-nothing…" she whispered, eyes wide as dinner plates. She didn't dare try and squirm, not wanting a broken neck.

Three other gang members crowded around him. All three were obviously wasted.

Turning his piercing gaze away from hers for a brief moment, he nodded to the other men and they grabbed Sharpay's legs before she could move them away. One person's hand closed over her mouth so she couldn't scream for help. She was utterly helpless. And no one could save her.

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