Money Power Beauty
Chapter Twelve
You say that you want to go to a land that's far away. How are we supposed to get there with the way that we're living today?
"Troy…" His name echoed in his head, how could she make him feel so weak just by saying his name? She took a step towards him, their eyes never leaving each other's. He didn't know what to do, what to say, he couldn't even move from his spot. He just continued to stare at the beauty in front of him.
"Troy…" Sharpay repeated, "I am sorry."
He looked at her, the word sending a shock through his body, as anger began to build. "What do you want? I have given you everything, what more do you want from me Sharpay?"
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "I just wanted to see how you were."
"How I was? How do you think I feel Sharpay? I told you I loved you and you walked away from me. You didn't even say goodbye to me, all I got was a fucking letter." He yelled at the girl who took a step back in shook, he could tell she was scared by his sudden anger. "I am sorry." He said softly, trying to control his anger.
"I couldn't come and see you, I wanted to."
"Bullshit."
"There's nothing bullshit about it!"
The heated conversation seemed to have caught some wedding guest's attention as Troy saw some of them look through the glass windows to see what was going on. He turned to Sharpay and shook his head, "Let's just forget it. You told me to move on, I'm moving on."
"Troy please," She turned to him, realising the attention they were receiving, this little confrontation is definitely the last thing she needs appearing on magazines, "I just want to talk to you."
"What is there to talk about?"
"Please." She pleaded, Troy looked at her, she looked desperate and hurt, how could he say no to her? He nodded and she wrote down something on a piece of paper and passed it to him. "I'll see you later?"
Can you lie next to her,
and give her your heart, your heart?
As well as your body?
Troy followed the address written on the tiny piece of paper, it led him to a hotel which he assumed was where she was staying. He didn't know why he was putting up with her when he could have easily walked away, just like she did. But Troy couldn't say no to her, she looked so sad and desperate, he wanted to know what was going on.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door of the hotel room, a few seconds letter the door opened and there stood Sharpay, still wearing the same dress from before. She invited him inside and apologised for the state of her hotel room. He couldn't believe his eyes, Sharpay was always so neat and tidy and her room looked like the aftermath of a massive fight. There were clothes all over the floor, bottles and her make up were scattered across the tables. He found a spare seat on the coach and sat down.
"I was in a rush getting ready this afternoon." She carefully sat down next to him, leaving enough of a gap between each other. "I didn't say it earlier but congrats Troy, I heard a lot about your new app."
"Thanks." He looked down at his hand trying to avoid eye contact with her. "I know you didn't want me here to talk about that." He said coldly.
"No… I didn't." Her eyes never leaving him, "Please believe me when I tell you that I wanted to come and see you before you came to New York."
"Why should I believe you Sharpay?" He finally looked up at her and saw that her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, "You told me you love me but you left me anyway."
"I didn't want to leave you."
"Well you didn't pick me when I asked you." Troy rolled his eyes.
"He is my husband, what did you expect me to do, just drop everything and leave with you?"
"I know he is your husband, and it's obvious he still is." Troy glared at her, "I just don't understand why I gave you everything you could ever want and you decided to go back to your shitty life."
"Because I couldn't leave him." She whispered and took the glass of wine that was on the table into her hand, taking a sip. "I wanted to leave him Troy."
And can you lie next to her,
and confess your love, your love,
as well as your folly?
"But you didn't." He paused, "Sometimes it's hard to believe you even loved me Sharpay."
"Don't you dare say that! You have no idea how much I love you Troy Bolton! I can't live a day without thinking about you or just wanting to be with you."
"Well you did a damn good job at showing it Sharpay."
"I would give up everything for you Troy." She placed her hand on his cheeks as a single tear rolled down her cheeks, "My life is hell without you."
Troy took her hand and moved it away from him, her touch was too much, "But you didn't. You wanted to be with Marcus, because he gave you everything." He paused, "But love. Which was what you were getting from me."
"That's not true Troy, I couldn't have left him, I wanted to! Why can't you understand me!" Sharpay jumped up from her seat and walked away from him, she felt flushed. She couldn't face him anymore. How could someone be so unreasonable? Sharpay slammed the bathroom door shut, leaving Troy to sit in her room.
And can you kneel before the king,
and say I'm clean, I'm clean?
Sharpay stumbled out of the bathroom about fifteen minutes later, she felt her world spin and had trouble standing still. She leant against the wall and stared right at Troy who was still sat in the same spot as before.
Troy looked over at Sharpay with a worried expression on his face, he rushed over immediately trying to support her. "Sharpay? Are you ok?"
"Don't touch me!" She pushed him away with all her might.
"What?!" Troy studied her, her eyes were red and dilated, whilst her speech was slurred. Sharpay pushed past him and reached for the bottle of wine on the side, taking a large sip straight from the bottle.
"Why do I still cry over you every night? Why did you have to have such a big effect on me Troy? Why can't you just be all the others, I don't think about them! Why did you leave? Why didn't you fight for me?"
Troy took the bottle from her and his eyes hardened. He gazed straight into her eyes, like little daggers straight into her soul. She was an absolute mess. "Sharpay, what did you do in there?"
She avoided the question and tried to take the bottle from Troy but was not strong enough for him. She crashed into his body instead.
"Sharpay, tell me." He held her, trying to steady her. He could feel her heart racing against his body.
"I didn't do anything! Please, I need that Troy." Troy studied her, there was still sense of urgency with her and she couldn't keep still. "Please." She begged, her eyes pleading. Sharpay looked up at him, not even noticing how close they were physically were. "I love you so much." She mumbled.
Sharpay leant up their lips only inches apart now. Troy didn't move, he wanted to kiss her desperately but a part of him knew it was wrong. He tried so hard to move on from her but then he lets himself down when he sees her physically, he was so weak for her. She felt he didn't move away from her and leant in closer, their lips finally touching.
He was tense at first but relaxed into the kiss, his arms started to tighten around her shoulders, but she gasped in pain, pulling herself away. Troy looked at her confused, he saw the pain in her eyes and frowned, "Are you ok?"
She nodded and stared back into his blue eyes, she couldn't wait another moment. Grabbing his shirt, she closed the gap between their lips with one swift moment. She longed for him, the way he held her in his arms, she felt so safe and peaceful with him. But then reality struck again when Troy placed his hand on her left hip, making her yelp in pain.
"Sharpay, are you sure you are ok?" He spoke softly, as if his words can break her. His eyes were intense and glowing in the dark room.
She nodded again and wrapped her arms around his neck, "I love you," She whispered, "Show me you love me too."
Tell me now, where was my fault
in loving you with my whole heart.
Oh tell me now, where was my fault,
in loving you with my whole heart.
Troy woke up and was confused with his immediately surroundings; he turned to his side and saw that Sharpay was gone. She had fallen asleep next to him only a few hours ago, he sat up and looked at his phone for the time: 2:12am. He sighed feeling guilty about what he had done. He tried so hard to forget about her but couldn't even put up a fight with her. Something as simple as her words and her touch could break him into a million pieces. Why did he have to make things so complicated again when he could have so simply walked away from her? She managed to do it to him.
A light from the bathroom caught Troy's eye, he climbed out of bed and he spotted his appearance in the mirror. His hair was messy and he was still fully clothed, all he was missing was his blazer. He quietly walked over at the partially closed bathroom door, calling out her name before pushing the door open. Troy saw her sat on the floor rolling what seemed to be a ten-dollar bill, his eye widened when he saw the two lines of white substance on the counter.
Sharpay shot up immediately, dropping whatever she was holding. "Troy," she called out, running over to him. "It's not what you think."
"It's not what I think? I don't know Sharpay, it looks like you are about to snort some coke to me, or whatever that white shit is." His eyes hardened, he couldn't believe what he just saw.
"You don't understand!" She defended herself but he could see her mind was everywhere, he could tell she was in pain. "Troy, please,"
"No I can't believe this." Troy turned away from her, marching his way around her room to grab his belongings. She came running out of the bathroom after him, still wearing the dress from earlier. Sharpay clung onto his arm, wanting him to stop.
"Please listen to me." Her bloodshot eyes were filled with tears, her heart was racing, she felt her world tipping over, darkness looming over her heart once again.
"Look Sharpay, you decided to put yourself in this shit. I can't believe this."
"You don't know what I have been through!"
"I can't put myself to care anymore, Sharpay." He paused, taking one last look at the girl before grabbing his blazer jacket and opening the door of her room.
"Troy," She cried out, "Please stay, this will be the last time I see you…I love you… Please…"
Troy shook his head and left the room, he walked across the hallway confused and angry, why would Sharpay do this to herself. Did she not know how much damage she is causing herself? Surely everything had a solution, drugs is never the answer to anything.
A white blank page and a swelling rage, rage.
You did not think when you sent me to the brink, to the brink.
You desired my attention but denied my affections, my affections.
Sharpay felt like her heart had been torn out, she sat on the floor sobbing, why did he have to walk out when she needed him the most? She knew she was addicted, but realising you have a problem is different to being ready to fix the problem. She remembered when she first touched drugs, she was with the wrong crowd of people and all she wanted to do was to get away from Marcus for one night.
When you first get addicted, it doesn't feel like a problem. It cures boredom; it makes you feel powerful, like no one around is good enough for you. At the beginning she would only do it when she was with them. But then she started using solo and it became all-consuming, she was nothing without it. She could not imagine her life without it, she had convinced herself that cocaine was the only good thing in her life.
But then the high wears off, about an hour after the hit. This is the stage where she would do anything for another hit, just to ease the pain, trying to prolong having to recover for as long as possible. She will do anything to get her hands on the drug during this stage, even if it meant driving hundred of miles early in the morning just to get a little more.
Then there are the drug addicts, who become broke trying to fund their drug addiction, but Sharpay was different, she had all the money in the world that she didn't care. She had nothing to live for, the only happy moments she feels now is when she's on a high.
Sharpay looked at herself in the mirror, she looked like a mess. Her hair was pulled into a topknot whilst her mascara was running down her cheeks, tracing her tears. She glanced at the white lines on the counter, each of them tormenting her. She tried hard to fight the urge but she knew this was a fight she was going to lose. It was only a matter of seconds before her hand snatched the ten-dollar bill from the floor.
Tell me now, where was my fault?
In loving you with my whole heart.
Oh tell me now, where was my fault?
In loving you with my whole heart.
Troy sat in his car, trying to reorganise his thoughts. His head rested against the steering wheel, his eyes closed. How could some like Sharpay ended up like she has? He felt guilty for leaving her, but he was so shocked and angry that he couldn't control himself from leaving. He wanted to drive home but guilt took over, unable to drive he decided to park on the side for a while.
It had been at least an hour now and he wasn't feeling any better. Heck he was feeling worse; he knew he shouldn't have left her. He should have at least tried to help her, maybe that's why she told him to go and see her after the reception? He sighed heavily trying to tell his brain to shut up whilst it was trying to construct its own pros and cons list. Troy couldn't do it anymore, he switched his engine back on and drove back to the hotel.
Lead me to the truth and I,
will follow you with my whole life.
"Sharpay open the door!" Troy yelled, "Sharpay please, it's me. I am sorry, let me in." Nothing. He heard nothing, no movement. Troy started to worry and he knew the hotel staff would not let him have a key to the room. "Sharpay I am going to kick the door down if you don't open this door!"
Still nothing, not even a sound of movement. Troy took a deep breath and took a few steps back, after a few attempts the door kicked open, a lot easier than Troy anticipated. He ran into the room, first checking the bathroom to see if Sharpay was inside. The lines on the counter were gone but replaced with pills that had fallen out of a tube. Worried, he quickly made his way around the corner towards the bed, freezing when he saw her there.
She laid lifelessly on the bed facing away from Troy, her skin was pale and she had changed out of her dress from earlier into a vest top and some shorts. The vest top was creased up, revealing a massive dark purple bruise on her left hip. Troy ran towards her immediately, turning her to face him. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly opened with a white liquid substance tripping out. Troy lifted her limpness body into his arms, checking to see if she was still breathing.
"Sharpay!" He called out, as tears began to fall from his eyes, "Sharpay wake up." He whispered.
Lead me to the truth and I,
will follow you with my whole life.
I was so excited to do this chapter because I just feel like everything comes together. I love the way Troy feels about Sharpay. He basically hates the way he feels about her, he wants to move on from her but literally seeing her makes him weak. I never like writing drug scenes due to personal situations in the past, which is why I never described her taking it, just the way she feels after the hit and 'the recovery process'. It is one of the most addictive drugs out there but the feeling you get from it is second to none. Obviously, I don't think drugs should be the answer to anything but if then I put myself in Sharpay's shoes, and you sort of understand why she resulted in this way. The song in this chapter is 'White Blank Page' by Mumford & Sons. Next chapter is a bit different, so leave me some feedback and I will post it as soon as possible!
Also, to Xedra27, thank you for your review. I totally agree with what you said and I am really happy that you are enjoying my story. Hopefully you are not too annoyed at what I did to Troy and Sharpay in this chapter. :P
