he is a villain by the devil's law..

Troy's POV

I walk into my old bedroom I stayed in once when I was a little kid. Everything still looked the same, the bed was still covered with some Power Rangers sheets. The walls were still a baby blue color like the sky. Gliding my fingers along the dresser and looking out the window. It was near midnight now and the clouds covered the moon's light. Memories flooded my thoughts. The good and worse. I cringed at the thoughts. All things I try my hardest to forget everyday ever since I ran.

"The same as it always was." his voice snapped me back to reality.

"What do you want?" I mutter trying to keep my calm as I turn to face him.

"What do you mean?" folding his arms across his chest.

"You called me down here for something." I glare at him. "But what?"

"Can't I just wanna see my only son?" a smile plastered his devilish face.

"No." I storm passed him knocking shoulders with him when I exist the room.

"And why not?" he walks behind me downstairs.

"You always want something." I holler.

"That's no fair, Troy." he reaches for my shoulder.

"Just fucking say what you need." I yank away from him.

"Watch your tongue." he growls.

"Sorry father." I say with sarcasm.

"You listen here you little son of a bitch!" he slams me up against the wall, banging my head against a photo frame. My head breaks the glass and I feel a pain strike from behind my head. I swear to myself and wince from the pain. He has my shirt in his grasp and our noses our inches apart now. I exhale roughly as we peer into each other's eyes. Alcohol is on his breath and smoke. All these things bringing back nightmares of the past. I want to escape and run like before.

"Get the fuck off of me bastard!" I shove him with all my strength off of me and he tumbles to the wall.

"That's no way to talk to your father Troy." he balances his self steady.

"I'm leaving." I twist the doorknob, but before I can open it his fist collides with my jaw.

"Fuck!" I shout and wipe away the blood that drips outta my mouth.

"Now sit the fuck down and listen for once in your pathetic life." his fist harden.

"Pathetic? Look at yours! Getting wasted every single god damn night of your life, doing nothing with your life!"

"And you're no better huh?" his jaw tightens. "Ever since your bitch ass mother died you're worthless."

"Shut the fuck up!" he hit me where it hurt and I was gonna hurt him.

The Present.

I watch as his eyes shoot open and look around meeting mine. I smile softly as I lean down to kiss his cheek. He sits up and looks to me in all seriousness. I'm worried of what is going through his mind. He looks frighten and sad. I bite the inside of my cheek and put my hand on his back.

"What's the matter?"

"..Nothing." he answers.

"Sure?" I ask resting my chin on his shoulder.

"Yeah." he nods and kisses my forehead. "I need a smoke."

"I think you have some in your bag still." I inform.

"Thanks." he grabs his bag that he used for a pillow and opened the side pocket.

"So, what adventure today?" I ask with a small giggle.

"Not getting chased by the cops." he chuckles as he light the cigarette that's closed together in his lips.

"Ha, yeah." I get up and stretch. "Off to Dallas then?"

"We'll go when it hits night again." he lets out a puff of smoke. "Want a hit?" he gestures it towards me.

"You know I don't smoke those cancer sticks." I shake my head.

"They're not that bad." he shrugged and rose to his feet.

"Until you get sick and die." I comment.

"Whatever." he throws down the smoke and smashes it with his shoe.

"What do we do until night fall Bolton?"

"Don't know." he runs his fingers through his messy hair.

"I have an idea." I bite my lip and look at him.

"What?" he asks arching his brow.

"You can finally tell me why you're on the run." I smile sweetly.

"Uh, no." he takes a seat again. "Nice try though."

"You have to tell me sometime, Troy." I sit next to him.

"Maybe when we get caught." he jokes.

"Ugh." I roll my eyes.

"You wouldn't wanna know anyways."

"How do you know?" I put my hand over his.

"Trust me." he looks at our hands.

"I won't judge you, promise." I kiss his neck. "Pink promise."

"Ha." he scoffs. "I don't know.. I'm afraid."

"Troy Bolton afraid?" I say amused. "Of what?"

"What you might think of me.." he sighs.

"Troy, I promise I'll still love you no matter what." I say with the most sincere tone.

"I hope so." he meets my gaze and kisses me softly.

"Tell me?" I speak softly.

"Okay.."

Troy POV

We fight throwing each other around the house into tables and walls and everything in sight. Both of us dripping with blood and anger. Punching and kicking, he's kicked me in the ribs and punched me. Making sure they were as good as broken by now. I've banged up his face pretty badly and you can hardly see it through the blood covering it. We wanted blood and we wanted to kill. It was the fight to the death with us and I wasn't confident to win. He threw me into the sliding glass door, not even breaking the glass but cracking it. Every time I inhale my rib cage burns with fire. I groan in pain as I climb to my feet only to be beaten down once again and spitting out the blood filling in my mouth. Coughing and tiring.

"Come on pussy get up and fight like a fucking man!" he kicks me in the stomach.

"So.. fucking.. done." I mutter and get to my feet. Punching him over and over in the face and the stomach. I couldn't stop myself I had lost all control over what I was doing. I wanted him dead, dead and buried. To repay him for all the pain he caused me over the years. It was time for him to go down and drown. He's finally down and can't get back up. He's choking on his own blood and looks to me with his one good eye.

"It's time for you to know the misery you've put me through." I walk into the kitchen and take out a pistol that he's hidden in the cabinets. I walk back over to him and load the gun positioning it now to his head. He looks at me with fear.

"Troy.." he begs.

"Goodbye father." I aim for his head and there it is the bullet. Lodged into his brain and he lies cold and lifeless. I drop the gun to the ground and kick it, I take one good look at him and make a run for it.

"You killed your father?" My body's went into shock. I didn't know what to do or say.

"I was fucking defending myself Brie!" he shouted in anger.

"You didn't need to shoot him." I cry. "What have you done.."

"You said you wouldn't judge me remember?" he sneers. "Guess that was a lie."

"I'm sorry.." I touch him. "I'm just shocked."

"Sorry for snapping." he takes my hand in his. "Now you know the truth."

"Yup." I bury my face in his neck and hold onto him.

"It'll all be alright though." he whispers into my hair and kisses it.

"As long as we have each other." he cradles me in his lap.

The day drifts by and we get some rest before heading off in the middle of the night. We walk until we tire and need to take a break. Then we're back on our way once again. We end up hitchhiking, Troy's idea of course. It was risky, but we needed to get to Dallas or at least close before dawn came. The people took us all the way there because they were headed that way anyways. Troy looked up his friends number in a phone book at the payphone. I stood watching out for cops or anything dangerous. He called the friend up and then we were on our way to his house. It was a good hour long walk and I'd say it was around close to 9 am when we arrived on his doorstep. The man was about our age maybe a little older. He wore disgusting clothes and lived in a broken down home which I'm sure was bug infested. But I couldn't complain because this guy was helping us out and he was a good friend of Troy's. Assuming on how they were acting like they were brothers.

"I knew you'd be come knocking on my door sooner or later." the guy laughed as he opened a beer.

"Yeah, good to see you man." Troy smiled as he took the beer the guy offered him.

"Anyways what can I do for you and your lovely lady here?" he gestured to me when he said that.

"Um, you haven't heard the news?" Troy took a swing of the alcohol.

"I have." the guy nodded and the smile faded away. "Knew it would happen."

Troy nodded silent and look down at his beer. The guy chugged down the beer and threw the can on the coffee table in front of me. I was on the old couch and nervous. I wanted to get out of here now, but we couldn't. troy looked my way and he could tell I was miserable here and he frowned.

"Troy Bolton.. is that you?" I heard a girl voice come from behind me. I turned and seen a auburn hair color girl. She was my height it looked and a little more petite though. She had green eyes and tanned skin, she was beautiful. Wearing skinny jeans and a tight black tank top. Her hair went down to her ass almost, it was wavy and gorgeous. The girl made her way to Troy.

"Wow, Carmen." he brightened up and hugged her tightly.

"Long time huh?" she smirked once they pulled apart.

"Hell yeah." he agreed. "You look.. amazing still."

"Same to you." she replied flirtatiously.

"Ehm." I spoke softly. Jealousy was arising in me.

"Oh." she turned her attention to me. "And who's this?"

"This is Gabriella." Troy smiled at me.

"Girlfriend?" she looked at troy.

"Yeah, actually." he replied happily.

"Lovely." I could hint there was some jealousy in her tone.

"Anyways.." the guy interrupted. "Let's discuss this trouble Troy."

"For sure Issac." he walked to me and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Be right back."

"Okay." I nodded. He and'Issac' went into the other room and locked the door.

"You won't survive with Troy." Carmen told me while she searched the fridge.

"Excuse me?" I asked confused.

"Nothing personal, but you two won't work." she looked at me.

"And why not?" I scoffed.

"He can never keep a girl. He moves around too much, gets in too much trouble." she neared me.

"I can handle it."

"Not forever though." she shrugged. "He'll get sick of dragging you around."

"Not likely." I rolled my eyes.

"He did with me." she licked her glossy lips. "But he always comes back."

"Whatever."

"Better watch your back bitch." she whispered in my ear as she passed me.

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