A/N: Update! Yay! I finally got another one typed up! Holy crap, things have been busy lately…Ah, well, this chapter is in 3rd person again, and it's focused mainly on Troy's guilt. I really hope the story goes as planned because if it does, we'll probably have maybe 15 chapters? I'm not quite sure. I'll update you on that one. Oh, and for all of my stories, I'll be updating today! As sort of a kind of…late Christmas gift to all of my great reviewers! So, if you read my other stories, check them out today! If you don't…you better read them, or I'll find out where you live and…Oh, wait, I'm trying to be nice. Whatever... So here it is! Peace.

Chapter 10: Guilt Bites

(3rd person)

Troy walked across the marble tile floors in the large, yet empty house. The silence was deafening and Troy paced around the living room, thinking in constant and deep thought. He was having flashbacks of the reunion when he closed his eyes, and they weren't any good memories. He remembered the girl, who walked up to him initially with such hope and wonder in her big brown eyes. He then remembered her face when he broke her heart into a thousand pieces.

Her face, once lit up and with a bright and brilliant smile, then turned into a hard, sad, face with mascara smeared and a smirk across the side of her mouth. No more smile. No more happiness. Just cold, icy eyes with a deep hatred for him and possibly everyone else in the room. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just possibly she could have been telling the truth.

Her age was right, her face was a clear sign too. She looked almost like a feminine version of him back in high school. He knew he had behaved terribly at the reunion, and pretty much attacked the girl's hopes and dreams. But it was just his reaction to the situation at hand. He just wished he could turn back time, and be nicer and more understanding of her.

Troy wanted to see her again, terribly. He really did. But whenever the thought came to mind her remembered Sharpay's words to him. That he would never see her again. He couldn't blame her, she was just protecting the feelings of her daughter. My daughter. He needed to talk to her, he just needed to. He hit "6" on his speed dial and he waited to hear the voice of the person he knew could help him. The only problem was to get him to help him.

"Hello," Ryan's voice shot through the phone's speaker.

"Hey Ryan. It's me…Troy."

"Troy? Look, I, uh…gotta go do something for the, uh…"

"Ryan! Please! Talk to me! I'm sorry for what I did to Shar and…"

"Alyson?"

Troy felt upset that he couldn't remember his daughter's name.

"Yes! I just need to talk to her! Just one last time!"

"Uh…Troy? Why should I trust you?"

"Because, you should know that I was just confused, and shocked, and stupid! I didn't know what I was doing!"

"But…"

"Please, Ryan. I beg of you. Please, I'll do anything."

"Well, I have her address, but…"

"Please?"

"Okay, look, call me later, and I'll…tell you."

"Thanks Ryan! You're the best!"

"So, I've been told…"

Troy hung up the phone and almost lost balance. He was really going to meet her. He was finally going to meet his daughter. The right way.

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Peace,

Maddie