Okay, I was gonna post this tomorrow, but I couldn't help it. My mom fell asleep so I don't have to go to bed! This is a drop your jaw, violent, and emotional chapter, so just prepare yourself. You'll hate me after this because someone gets hurt so bad they'll have to go to the hospital...

Troy and Brandon froze, their hearts racing at the speed of light. Coach Wolf stood there with the gun held tightly in his hands, grinning like mad. His eyes were stone cold and unforgiving, showing the pure fury that had built up in his heart for 5 years for Brandon. He glared at the two boys, teasing them with the occasional impression that he was about to pull the trigger.

"Troy, Troy, Troy." Wolf sighed, shaking his head. "You stupid teenager. Now why on earth would you tell about our little secret after all these years? I though we were having fun."

"There was no moment of fun with you Wolf. And how the hell did you get in here anyway?" Troy growled.

"Ohh, testy. I just opened the basement and walked up the stairs without being noticed." Wolf grinned, turning the gun in Brandon's direction. "Maybe I'll just teach you a quick lesson on respect for your coach."

"Don't you dare touch him!" Troy nearly shouted, stepping in front of his best friend.

Wolf laughed at Troy's attempt to protect Brandon. He was so desperate.

"Aww! Isn't that cute. The two most annoying, punk ass teenagers in the country are protecting each other." Wolf crooned, tightening his grip on the gun with every word that came out of his mouth.

"Bastard..." Brandon muttered under his breath, thinking that Wolf couldn't hear. It didn't work.

"I wouldn't be talking, you murderer!" Wolf shouted, cocking the gun again. Brandon kept his mouth shut.

"Don't talk to my best friend like that!" Troy demanded, keeping his place in between Brandon and the gun.

"I believe I'm the one with the gun, Troy." Wolf reminded him. "I think I can talk to him or you anyway I feel like." Troy, knowing that this was true, also shut up.

"Now," Wolf started "Troy, you know that there's a price for telling on me, so why don't you and Brandon come over here and pay it."

"The hell we will." Troy seethed, balling his hands into fists.

Wolf sighed and said "Have it your way." With that, he lowered the gun to the floor.

After about 10 seconds of silence between the three males in the room, Wolf piped up "Do you want to know a little secret of mine boys?"

"Does it have to do with your insanity?" Brandon hissed.

"I distinctfully remember telling you to keep your mouth shut Montez!"

Brandon rolled his eyes and bit his tongue to keep from talking further.

Wolf huffed and continued "Now as I was saying, Troy, do you want to know a little more about my plan?"

Troy replied darkly "Do I really have a choice?"

"Not really."

"Then go on."

"That I shall. Answer a question for me. What would you do if you saw a girl get hurt?"

"Kick the person's ass." Brandon answered.

Wolf's hand with the gun in it snapped up and he threatened "One more word out of you and I'll blow your brains out!"

"One more word of disrespect to him and I'll take you out right now! And don't you dare touch Gabriella!" Troy shouted, walking backwards a little so that he was now less than a foot away from Brandon.

"Oh please Troy." Wolf laughed "We both know that you can't beat me. It's been proven for 5 years."

Troy argued "That's just because I never tried to fight back! I took you as a serious threat, but I'm not gonna do that anymore. You've hurt me and my best friend one too many times. I'm not tolerating that anymore!"

Wolf shrugged and dropped the gun to the ground, surprising both Troy and Brandon.

"Fine. Do you wanna prove that to me?" Wolf offered.

"More than anything."

"Then go ahead. I'm wide open."

Troy didn't move. He knew that he could defeat Wolf if he put his blood, sweat, and tears into it, but what about Brandon? Troy knew that the gun was less than a foot away from his basketball coach and he could shoot Brandon anytime he wanted if Troy was winning. Should he really take that chance?

"Troy, don't do it." Brandon whispered in Troy's ear, making sure that Wolf couldn't hear him.

"What?"

"Don't take the risk. Just find some way to get rid of him."

Troy pondered this for a while. Brandon was always smart when it came to threats and danger, so why shouldn't he listen to him now?

"No." he finally decided, looking at Wolf.

"Troy-"

"Brandon, just shut up and let your boyfriend kick my ass." Wolf rolled his eyes.

"I'm not gay, you idiot." Brandon fought back a little too quickly.

"That's it," Wolf furiously growled "You're dead!"

As he lunged for Brandon, Troy's eyes widened and he took action. Just as Wolf grabbed Brandon's arm, Troy kicked him in the stomach. Wolf groaned and fell to his knees, clutching his abdomen.

Brandon had fallen to his backside, but was quickly pulled to his feet by Troy.

"We need to get out of here!" Troy told him.

Brandon nodded and ran for the door on the other side of the room, but accidentally got too close to Wolf. The coach grabbed Brandon's ankle and pulled him backward.

"Troy!" Brandon cried before hitting the floor. Wolf laughed evilly and dragged him into the corner while Brandon clawed at the tiled floor, trying to escape his grasp.

Suddenly, the pressure on Brandon's ankle was released. Brandon turned around and gasped when he saw Troy and Wolf rolling around on the floor sending punches at each other.

"Get off of me Bolton! Just let me kill him!" Wolf screamed as he threw two punches at Troy's nose and jaw.

"Never!" Troy yelled back, kneeing him in the groin.

"Troy, stop!" Brandon called, running over to him. Wolf found a stray glass oil bottle on the floor and launched it at Brandon's head. Brandon tried to dodge it, but the pointy neck of the bottle scraped against his cheek. He howled in pain and collapsed on the floor, clutching his cheek that was completely cut open.

"Brandon!" Troy screamed. Brandon tried to pick himself off the floor, but Wolf shouted "Don't get up or I'll get my gun!" Brandon stayed put.

"You son of a bitch!" Troy screamed. He got to his feet and stomped on the coach's chest, hearing the howls and yells coming from his throat.

"Get...stomp...off...stomp...of...stomp...me...stomp...Bolton!!" Wolf screamed. He grabbed Troy's foot and pushed him off of his chest into Brandon, who was watching it all happen in awe.

Troy landed on top Brandon with a thump. Brandon groaned and, being the one on the bottom, squeaked "Sorry I didn't help man."

"It's alright," Troy moaned "At least you broke my fall. Are you okay?"

Brandon nodded, but was soon screaming as Wolf pulled him out from under Troy and pressed him against the wall, cutting off his access to oxygen.

"Let him go!" Troy loudly demanded. Wolf tightened his grip on Brandon's bruised and bleeding neck. Troy kicked Wolf's knee and sent him down on the floor, letting go of Brandon's neck.

"Brandon, go get your dad! How can he not hear this?!" Troy commanded.

"This room is soundproof." Brandon answered, seeing Wolf race towards the boys. "Look out!"

But his warning came too late. Troy was now in a tight strangle hold by Wolf, who was bleeding from his nose and temple.

"Too bad you don't have eyes in the back of your head Troy." Wolf hissed in his ear. Troy opened his closed eyes and was surprised to not see Brandon anywhere.

"Hey Wolf!" Brandon's voice came from behind the two men.

Wolf turned around, but was soon on the floor as Brandon threw another glass oil bottle at his face. Wolf let go of Troy's neck and let him fall to the floor, trying to get his breathing back under control.

Brandon rushed over to him and concerned "Troy, are you okay?!"

Troy nodded his blue face and breathed "Y-yeah. I'm f-fine."

Brandon helped his best friend up off the floor and led him over to the door when a gunshot was heard. The two teens froze and spun around.

"I may not be able to see you, but I can sure scare you into not leaving." Wolf grinned, his eyes bleeding from the glass that struck them.

"How did he-"

"The vibrations of our footsteps on the floor." Brandon answered Troy's question before it was even asked. Troy nodded and stood his ground.

5 minutes later, Troy got tired of waiting. He sighed impatiently and said to Brandon "We've gotta leave. Call the police."

"Okay, just stay here so that he won't get...AHHH!!" Brandon suddenly fell to the floor, clutching his arm.

"You should really learn how to whisper Montez." Wolf sarcastically advised, blowing on the gun barrel.

"Brandon!" Troy cried, falling to his knees and checking Brandon's bullet wound. His eyes darkened as he growled "You monster." After seeing Wolf grin, Troy gave him a glare and turned back to Brandon.

Wolf blinked for a few minutes before he got half of his vision back. To Troy and Brandon's misfortune, they didn't know that he could see. Wolf got up and walked around in different directions before walking over to the two boys. He raised the gun in his hand and struck Troy's temple with it. Troy fell to the ground with a scream, but was soon shut up with Wolf's foot.

"Keep quiet or I'll go get your beloved girlfriend."

"Don't go anywhere near my sister!" Brandon screamed, wincing as he felt the bullet in his arm move. He tried his best to ignore it as he ran toward Wolf. Wolf lashed out his fist and sent Brandon to the floor in one swift move. Brandon landed on his arm and screamed.

"Troy..." Brandon whispered, seeing his best friend's eyes drooping.

"Oh, looks like Troy Boy got a little tired. Wanna be next?" Wolf crooned, seeing the horrified look on Brandon's face when Troy's chest stopped rising and falling.

"Troy, wake up! Come on, just open your eyes and breathe!" Brandon cried, getting to his knees, pain surging through his arm. "Troy, come on!"

"Brandon, I'm sorry." Troy muttered, barely being heard. But Brandon, unwillingly, heard him.

"Troy, no! Wake up!" Brandon pleaded, crawling towards him with one arm. Wolf kicked him across the room, hearing something crack. Brandon cried out in pain and clutched his now broken rib.

"Oww!" Wolf mocked. "That's gonna hurt in the morning." He removed his foot from a now unconscious Troy and walked over to Brandon, who had tears streaming down his face. He looked up at the coach and his breath went ragged. This couldn't be happening to him.

"God, just look at you." Wolf shook his head in disgust. "So weak and pathetic." He kicked Brandon in the face and watched him fall back in pain. "Just like your so called 'best friend'. What kind of friend ditches you for 5 years? You have extremely bad taste."

"He didn't have a choice." Brandon choked out, noticing the white tiled floors turn red from his wounded arm. "You forced him to do it."

"I didn't force him into anything. He could've just avoided those beatings by just saying no."

"But then you would've killed me and he couldn't stand if that happened. He cares about me." Brandon seethed through his bloody teeth.

"Oh boo hoo. It doesn't matter anymore. He's almost dead."

"You're lying." Brandon disagreed.

"Have you seen him breathe once?" Brandon looked over and found that Wolf was right. Troy's face was growing paler and whiter by the second.

"No!" Brandon cried, but was pushed back down by Wolf's fist. The coach sighed and said "Now that I have your attention, I'm gonna go get my gun. Wait right here." With that, he got up and started walking towards his gun, which was on the other side of the room.

Brandon took this as his chance. He screamed at the top of his lungs "TROYYY!!"

Wolf turned around for a second and his face grew red with anger as Troy stirred. He ran to his gun and grabbed it.

"Brandon..." Troy yawned, his blurred vision focusing. He tried to get to his feet, but Wolf cracked him on the head again with the gun, sending him to the floor unconscious.

"Troy..." Brandon whimpered, getting to his knees. But Wolf pushed him back down with his foot on his chest and cocked the gun, holding it to Brandon's temple.

"Thanks for ruining my life as well as my daughter's Montez." Wolf seethed, tightening his grip on the trigger. "It's been hell knowing you."

Brandon froze. He could no longer feel the pressure in his arm from getting shot. He was completely numb. This was it. The end of the road of life. He was going to die.

A bright white light shone behind Brandon's closed eyes.

His mother was screaming in a hospital room. A baby's cry filled the room a few seconds later.

Brandon now found himself at his day care when he was 2. He was playing with clay when a brown haired, blue eyed toddler trotted over to him and introduced himself.

"Hi." Brandon squeaked, smiling.

"Hi. Can I pway with you?" the boy asked.

Brandon nodded. The two messed with the clay for a few minutes in silence before Brandon spoke up "I'm Bwandon Montez."

"Hi Bwandon. I'm Twoy Bolton."

His life sped ahead 7 years. His 9 year old self was curled up in his bed with tears streaming down his face, waiting for the screaming to end. His father just came home drunk and started an unnecessary fight with Gina. This was the fifth time that week that Chase had gone out to a bar with his friends and every time he came home, Brandon made sure to be over at Troy's house until late. He just couldn't take the fighting. But tonight was different. Troy was at a basketball game with his father, so Brandon had no where to go without his mother driving him. Gabriella was out with Sharpay and Taylor, so he couldn't go to her for support. He tightened his grip on his pillow as insult after insult was thrown at Gina. The door finally slammed and Chase's car drove down the street. It was over for now, but little did Brandon know that he still 2 more years to

2 years later now. Brandon was running from his house over to East Middle for the basketball tryouts. But that wasn't the only reason he was running. His father had come home drunk again and this fight was different. They had gone physical. Chase slapped Gina across the face when his dinner wasn't prepared. That was the final straw for Brandon. He dashed down the stairs and took off down the street. He saw Troy wave to him halfway there, but his smile faded when he saw the state that Brandon was in. A few minutes later, the two were headed over to East Middle, where the end of their friendship for 5 years would take place.

The most hated scene came into play next. Troy was looking at the floor while Brandon angrily questioned him about why he wasn't on the team but Troy was.

Next took place just a few minutes after. Brandon was punching Troy in the stomach and the fight continued until Coach Wolf pulled the two apart and threw Brandon to the other side of the locker room. After the mini fight with Chad, Troy seethed "We're through."

"Fine. I'm done with you." Brandon replied with just as much fire in his voice.

The next scene was in court 5 years later. A 16 year old Brandon was holding Gabriella tight as she cried into his chest, him doing the same in her hair. Chase had just gotten custody of Gabriella for a reason that Brandon couldn't understand. All he knew was that his sister was leaving him. There would be no more hugs from her when he and Troy fought at school and no more soothing words besides over the phone. It wasn't the same. The emotion was removed when they talked over the phone. This was a disaster.

8 months later, Gabriella flew into Brandon's arms. Gabriella couldn't take being away from Brandon anymore and demanded that she move back in with her mother.

Suddenly, Isabelle's face appeared in Brandon's head. The dance rescue, their first date, their first kiss, and the day she left.

Now Brandon was running away from East High with blood on his hands. He had just stabbed Troy. He ran to his house, got his things, and drove off to his father's house.

The doorbell rang. Chase called Gabriella downstairs just as Brandon was about to show her a Three Days Grace video. After Brandon watched it, he knew that Gabriella would love it. He ran downstairs and started announcing it, but froze when his brown eyes connected with Troy's blue ones.

Brandon and Troy were in the kitchen. Troy was letting the past 5 years of his life spill out of his mouth. Brandon felt like an idiot for believing that his best friend, his brother since they were 2, would ditch him for no logical reason.

Troy and Brandon were frozen as the gun belonging to Coach Wolf was held to their heads.

Brandon fell to the floor and held his bleeding arm with a fresh bullet in it.

All of these memories were known as Brandon's 17 year old life, which was about to end. He gulped and cried like he never cried before. Not when Troy ditched him, not when Gabriella left, not when Gabriella started ignoring him, and not even when their parents were fighting. 5 salty tears found their way out of his eyes at the same time, a mixture of pain from the beatings and bullet and emotional feelings. That was a new record for Brandon. But that didn't matter now. He was about to leave this earth and go back home. This was the end.

"Goodbye Brandon." Wolf whispered evilly, tightening his grip on the trigger.

"Brandon, no..." Troy silently sobbed, not being able to get up to save him.

Brandon shut his eyes tightly.

Wolf pulled the trigger.

A gunshot sounded through the kitchen as Brandon's heart stopped, his body numbing.

CLIFFHANGER!! Srry about that guys. It had to be done. So Wolf beat the shit outta both of them and shot Brandon. What do you think happened? Do you think Brandon's dead? REVIEW and find out! God, I'll have so much fun reading these reviews this chapter...

Rachel :)