Hey I hope you like this chapter. As I said in the last chapter, we are creeping closer and closer to the end. I just wanted to show you a little something here that I wasn't actually going to put in. But yeah, I won't tell you cause that will RUIN it. :P

Reviewer Time
Angel Of The Starz: Thanks so much! Good to hear, sorry I was a while with the updating.
AlwaysxAddicted: Haha me either, and you're right. He attacked her - or tried to - while he was SOBER! I mean god. Get a life, mate.
coolkitten12: Thanks so much! Especially for the compliments, you flatter me. This is the first kinda..dark story I've done so yeah thanks! More will be coming soon.
ArabellaKye: Haha I know it but keep saying it! I feel special. :P Thanks so much.
-MaDtV-: I know he does and she'll never know...Thanks!
Hollywood x Blondie: Aw thanks so much! Yeah...me too. Thank you. :)

Anyway, Up Helly Aa ROCKED! It was awesome, but I have a really bad cold from standing in all that rain for so long. -sniffles- poor me. :(
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Changing The Game

I sat against one of the school walls, pulling my top closer to me. My fingers were numb, the rest of me freezing. I was waiting for Ryan and had been for about half an hour now, I was too cold to move and too afraid to stay in the same place for fear of my father finding me. I knew where Ryan was going to take me and I was nervous, this would be the first time I had seen my own mother for about a year. And the worst part was, I was going to have to admit I was wrong about father and she had been right all along. Part of me wishes I had just gone with her, with Ryan. But I still am glad, in some way I have probably deserved what fathers doing and done - what I remember anyway - to me. I felt a little light-headed so I decided to stand, probably not the best idea because as soon as my feet touched the ground my legs buckled from underneath me, I fell right down and everything went black.

Opening my eyes I was lying on the hard pavement, I coughed and realised I was on my side with my face, hands and legs pressed right up against the pavement, I tried to roll over but my body wouldn't let me. Everything was blurry but I could see legs, feet. A voice, who was it? I couldn't make it out, the voice was so blurry in my mind and then the next thing I knew Ryan was kneeling over me and turningme so I was facing him.

"Sharpay?" I heard a panic-stricken voice. It took me a few minutes to realise the voice was Ryans and I looked at him. He lifted my eyelids further up and looked in at my eyes. "Your eyes aren't focusing. Jesus Christ."

He lifted me to my feet and placed his hand around my waist.

"Jesus Christ." He repeated when he realised how thin I was now, "When was the last time you ate?"

I didn't reply, he helped me walk along the street. This wasn't the first time I had blacked out, it wasn't. But I wasn't about to admit that. He helped me walk along the street and then when he realised this was going to be slow walking, lifted me into his arms. The rush made me dizzy and then everything went black once more.

I woke up I don't know when, but I was surrounded by people. The covers on the bed were resting in a cool cosy way around me fragile body, my feet went scritch-scritch when I rubbed them together and I couldn't help giggle at the noise. In my head of course. I breathed in through my nose and was a little surprised, I couldn't breathe through one nostril, there was something on my cheek too, and my wrist was sore. I gently opened my eyes and everything was blurry, too bright. Much too bright. I wanted to go back down to that little dark place I was in before, but it was getting further and further away. Further out of my grasp and it wasn't coming back.

"Ah, I see you are awake!" A mans voice said, he was much too cheery. "And now, I will leave you to be alone with family."

I watched the blad man with a bushy brown moustache leave the room and then looked at the other side of my bed, there stood Ryan and my mother. I gasped, she had aged so much. Her hair was no longer a thick blonde but seemed more white and thin...withered. I coughed a little and looked at her, she was so happy. I could see she had a few more wrinkles, and her teeth were yellow instead of the fabulous white I remembered. Ryan was happy too, he came forward and gave me a big hug.

"Shar.." He said, "They have to tube feed you, you fainted cause your body couldn't take the low levels of sugar, the lack of minerals and vitamins. How often did you eat? And you were very dehydrated, they need to pump fluids into you too thats why you have these." He picked up my wrist and showed me the IV drip tube in my hand, and then pulled my hand to my nose, where I could feel a tube going into one of my nostrils. I gasped again.

"Mom..." I croaked, saying that word I had promised myself I would never speak again, "I'm sorry..." I heard myself say and almost regretted it. I should have let her apologise. Then she burst into tears and pushed past Ryan, she gave me a tight hug and promised I would be home soon.

"I'm sorry I left you, I wanted you to come I did. I should never have gone." She wept.

"No mom...I was too stubborn, I should have come with you. I didn't understand, now I do." I said and stroked her hair, I was looked pretty emotionless and sounding it too, so I can't have been much of a comfort.

"The doctor says he wants to keep you in for a few days, observation and such." Ryan said, "Also, Troy was wondering about you. I told him you'd moved in with me and mom and were working with a few issues. Is that okay?"
I nodded, hoping he didn't actually mean I was moving in with them. I know all this had happened, but I made a promise and I couldn't break that.

Could I?

After a few days of sleepless nights, restful days and calm I left the hospital, I was parially afraid for the fact I had been safe in the hospital, my father couldn't reach me there but also excited to be back in the real world. The hospital was like a box and I was only glad to get out, I was pleased. Ryan guided me to the car and sat me in the passenger seat, he did up my seatbelt and gave me a kiss on the cheek before closing the door and going to the drivers seat.

Once we were on our way, he looked at me.

"How you feeling?" He broke the silence, I had my head leaning against the window, I looked at him.

"Afraid."

He didn't reply so I just went on, assuming thats what he wanted me to do anyway.

"I mean, what if Dad does something worse? What if he's angry? But then again, what if he didn't notice at all..."

I had decided I was going to go back to Dad. Everyone deserves a second chance, so I was going back. If he did anything like that again I would go live with mom, in the meanwhile I was going to visit mom and Ryan 3 times a week at the least so they could make sure I was okay. I knew once my father realised who I had been talking to, who I was going to see from now on, he would have a fit. I wasn't even permitted to say mothers name in the house, let alone go for a visit. But it was a risk I was willing to take.

The car stopped and I looked at Ryan, he leaned across and hugged me, we kissed eachothers cheeks and I took off my seatbelt, opening the door.

"Stay safe, you will call won't you?" He asked as I began to get out.

"Of course." I said and nodded before shutting the door behind me. Ryan didn't drive away until I had walked up the path and opened the door, I don't know why probably some security reason. I closed the door behind me and I was back, in the hell I had to call my home. I coughed a little, my throat was still feeling raw and sore. I heard a grunt from the sitting room as I walked by it and headed straight to the kitchen for a drink. I opened the kitchen door and gasped.

The place was a mess, it was awful. Beer bottles, rum bottles, vodka bottles were everywhere, cluttering up the ground, making the floor sticky. I sighed in irritation and got a black bag it was so typical of my father to do this to me. Not that he knew I had just come out of hospital. I heard him move around, a stench came into the kitchen and I knew immediately it was my father. I turned around.

"What are you doing?" He asked harshly.

"I was...cleaning up." I said slowly.

"Well don't." He commanded.

I leaned down and put another into the black bag, I was cleaning up this dump whether he liked it or not.

"I said don't!" My father yelled and I heard something smash, I was annoyed this just meant more mess to clean up. I glared at him and then saw him lash out. I felt this pain in my face, inmy moth and shrieked in pain. I brought my hand up to my mouth and touched my lips with my fingers, I swallowed and could taste blood. I looked at the blood on my fingers and then spat on the ground. I spat this huge pool of blood and looked up. He appeared shocked but I didn't care anymore.

I started screaming.

And I didn't stop either, nor did I stop when I picked up bottles, glass bottles and threw them in his general direction. I didn't stop even when he threw some back. Nor did I stop screaming when I started overturning furniture. The chairs, the kitchen table. Hearing things smash as they landed on the ground.

"FINE!!! LET THIS PLACE BE A TIP! A MESS! JUST LIKE YOUR LIFE! AND THE MESS YOU MADE MY LIFE INTO!! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU!!!" I shrieked at him and broke a beer bottle, pointing it at him, "How do you like this?! How does it seem when the tables are turned?! Huh?!"

He didn't say anything, he looked afraid but I didn't care.

"You are not my father." I spat and threw the broken beer bottle to the floor, hearing it smash as I walked out into the hall, stomped up the stairs and into my room, fuming.