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Disclaimer: Yeah, forgot this first chapter, so here we go. HSM does not belong to me, sadly, otherwise Gabriella would be kicked out and Ryan would have a striptease...
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Warnings: SLASH Troy/Ryan ABUSE RAPE
Anyway...
Chapter Two
Sharpay was polishing the last of the vases when the clock struck six. She quickly put away the rag and helped Ryan bring out dinner. They were very prompt, barely putting the last flashing spoon down when the door clicked open.
The man who walked in was tall and bulging just a bit from the waist from too many beers. His shirt was ironed neat and his pants were creased just right. His jacket was slung over his shoulder and from the light way he carried his briefcase, Ryan could tell Sharpay had been wrong - their father did not seem too angry tonight.
The twins stood meekly by the table, watching cautiously at their father. They were like mice watching a lazy cat stroll, the slightest movement and he could pounce on them.
"Hey kids," he said in an amicable tone. "Is that dinner ready? How pleasant!" He walked over to them and ruffled Ryan's hair before walking away to use the rest room.
When the door had shut, the twins breathed a sigh of relief. "He doesn't look angry," Ryan commented as he pinched a flower to make it stand taller.
"He did on the phone, maybe there was no traffic," Sharpay replied, busying herself with fluffing the cushions on the seats.
When their father had returned, he seated himself, making the seat squeak. "Sit, kids," he instructed and they sat on either side of him. Unfolding his napkin, the father, Michael Evans, looked around and said, "Where's your mother?"
Ryan looked up and glanced at Sharpay. She made a face. "Er, probably caught up at the hospital," he replied. The truth was that she had run away from home a few months ago, having enough of her drunk husband and his torture. It was simple to hide this: either their father was too drunk to notice, or blame it on her 24-hour occupation, a nurse.
Of course, they would never admit to their father that he had driven away their mother. He would kill them. Really.
Michael simply nodded and helped himself to a large helping of sirloin steak, juice still dripping off the sides. Sharpay let herself have some potatoes and Ryan did the same.
"So, how's the acting? When's the paycheck come in?" Michael joked.
"Good, soon," Sharpay said quickly. The atmosphere was calm so the twins relaxed, comforting each other by small stares or taking the same helping of the same thing.
It wasn't until the football game that things got bad. Grabbing a pack of beers and potato chips, their father seated himself in front of the flat screen in the family room. It was the calm before the storm.
Ryan had been sitting in his room, catching up on some Shakespeare when he heard the crash. He stopped. He heard the sound of glass on concrete. Quickly, he put on a shirt and rushed to Sharpay's room. The best part was that their rooms were connected by a door. He never had to pass his father.
Sharpay's eyes were wide. "What do you suppose is wrong?" she whispered, terrified.
"Team's probably losing," Ryan said as he helped her up from the floor where she was organizing her CDs. They had a routine when they were preparing for their father's nightly visits.
Ryan would walk Sharpay to the door of her closet and she would lock herself in. Ryan didn't allow Sharpay to take any hits because one, she was obviously not as strong as he was, and two, the first time she had been hit she had not healed for days.
"Be careful," Sharpay whispered needlessly. They held hands and nodded. When Ryan finally heard the soft click of the closet, he walked back to his room. His father would not like to see him in his sister's room. Perhaps not, but why take the risk?
Feigning a deep interest in his homework, Ryan apprehended the moment his door slammed open. Already there was a hole in the wall from where their father slammed the door against it. Suddenly, his cell phone rang.
VvVvV
Kelsi had cornered Troy that afternoon the minute he exited the showers. She looked worried but eccentric at the same time. "Kelsi?"
"Oh Troy! I'm so glad to see you!" Her voice was a bit cracked and she sounded a bit depressed.
"Are you okay?" he asked. When she suddenly burst out crying and the rest of the jocks walked past them with awkward glances, his face turned hot. "Hey!" he cried. "Tell me what's wrong!"
"Ms. Darbus is using my compositions for the spring musical!" she said with tiny hiccups.
Troy furrowed his brow. "...Oh, that...sucks..."
Kelsi shook her head. "Ms. Darbus said it might be too controversial, so if no one good auditions, she won't let me have another chance and we'd end up doing Romeo and Juliet! Plus, the audition sign ups are empty!" More tears leaked from her eyes.
"Hey! Stop the waterworks!" Troy said, frowning. "I'll sign up if you want. Basketball season is over, so I'll have loads of time! Just...stop crying. People are staring."
Also, Troy didn't want to do Romeo and Juliet at all. If he made it, he would either have to kiss Sharpay or Gabriella. He and Gabriella hadn't hooked up that well, as she couldn't take his popularity and each time he talked to another girl, even Kelsi or Taylor, he was 'cheating' on her. And Sharpay ... ew.
"Really?" Kelsi looked up, her eyes wide and bright from tears. "Then sign up now!" She took his wrist and ran down the hall leading to the atrium. It was true, no one had signed up.
She whipped out a Sharpie and he wrote his name down. "Happy?"
"Promise not to back out?" Kelsi implored with a bit of a whimper.
"I promise! I got your back, playmaker," Troy assured.
Kelsi's face was suddenly conquered by a widening grin and the tears were gone. "Thanks Troy! You're a real pal!" She was about to walk away when Troy stopped her.
"Wait, what's this musical about? And what song should I audition?"
"Well," Kelsi paused. "You should perform this song." She handed him a song entitled 'Only You, Whoever You Are.'
"Great, a love story," Troy muttered. "I suppose I'm gonna end up with Sharpay or Gabriella." It was more to himself, but Kelsi must have caught it because her grin grew, like the Cheshire cat.
"Actually, I was hoping you would ask Ryan to perform with you."
Troy's eyes grew wide. Did she know? Her face was suddenly innocent and his very hot. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Kelsi said slowly, choosing her words carefully. "Remember how Ms. Darbus said it was controversial? That's cause... That's cause it's about a gay couple."
Troy's mouth suddenly opened very wide. "Remember! You said you wouldn't back out!" Kelsi said, choking her voice with tears again. It was getting obvious that she would be great at acting herself.
"But- But- "
"I was hoping you'd call Ryan for me, seeing how you guys are such great friends now." Kelsi saw his dubious expression and put on a puppy face that worked well with Jason. If it didn't work, she didn't know what else could.
She had no doubt that Troy would keep his promise, he was just a man of his word. But convincing him to speak to Ryan, whom she was sure he had some type of feeling for, would be more difficult than him being cast into a gay role opposite a stranger.
That night, after comforting a tearful Kelsi once again, he picked up his phone and dialed in the number she had given him before she skipped happily out the door. He hesitated a while before pressing dial, but then hit it.
It rung once or twice and Troy was about to hang up when a soft voice answered. "Hello?"
Troy sighed with relief. No one else in the world had that angelic voice. "Ryan? It's Troy."
Instantly, Ryan's voice perked up. This secretly pleased Troy. "Yeah, Kelsi wanted me to ask you something." At Ryan's urging, he told the whole story, omitting the fact that it was a gay role.
"Sure I'll pair with you. But that's odd, don't you think? A boy-and-boy pair, almost as if it were - " His voice broke off.
All Troy heard was some whimpering and his line went dead.
VvVvV
"Who were you talking to, son?" The words came out a bit slurred and almost mocking.
"Just a friend from school, father," Ryan said nonchalantly, putting his phone into a drawer in case it got damaged.
"It's eight and you're still not done your homework!"
"I'm finished, just checking some - "
The fist came, just as was expected. In fact, Ryan could predict his father's moves. A twitch in the left temple meant a fist on the right. Being drunk did not make him lethal, just brash.
"No good son of a bitch!" The words came out like a growl, each word being spoken with more ferocity than the last. He picked him up and threw him against the bookshelf. A few encyclopedias fells and bounced off his head.
Michael picked him up by the neck and put him against the wall. He looked into Ryan's eyes. All he could see were defiance and disappointment. Michael growled again and slammed Ryan's head into the wall and, getting no sound, he dropped him.
"Not behaving, eh? Do we have to get out our dear friends Mickie and Minnie?" he asked, lushed, and crawling with grime on each word.
Ryan winced, first because of his father's threats, then again because he showed fear. Mickie and Minnie were his father's weapons against him. Minnie was his father's dear army knife, which had gracefully carved many designs on Ryan's white skin.
But even Sharpay didn't know about Mickie. Ryan was always too ashamed to tell her about that particular weapon. In truth, even he himself didn't know which was worse. What was Mickie? Well...
"Mickie it is, then!" Michael said with sickening pleasure and he dropped his pants.
As his own clothes came off, Ryan braced himself.
Author's Notes: Happy Valentine's Day! I know, this ruined the mood. But I feel really bad for Ryan, don't you? I do. Not much between Ryan and Troy, but I swear it, next chapter.
To my reviewers:
xWishxUponxAxStar: I know, it was basically the whole reason I was on FFNET. I adore slash. I look it up in everything I see. I'm such a dork.
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numon: Yeah, thanks. I noticed it too. I was too hurried to getting the whole thing out that I jumped the gun a bit. Thanks for telling me.
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