I realize that this chapter is pretty dramatic and unexpected, but I've never done anything like this in anything that I've written, so I wanted a little drama and suspense. Thank you to those of you who reviewed. I hope you like this chapter. And don't worry. This is definitely a Troypay :) You know who that response was to. This chapter is kind of short, but I was anxious to get it posted and didn't have too much description in it. But I still hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own High School Musical or the actors/actresses. If I did, Troy and Sharpay would be together... And Zac Efron would me mine, amen.
THE REASON
"Stop laughing at me, it's not funny," Sharpay said, hitting Troy lightly on the back of his head as they walked through the front door.
Troy laughed and rubbed his head lightly. "Hey, it didn't happen to me; it's hilarious," he said.
"No, it's not. It's humiliating," she said, closing and locking the door behind her.
"It's funny. Take it from the funny man."
"You're not the funny man. Chad's the funny man. Go check on your dogs and make sure they didn't chew anything up."
"What about your dog?"
"I'll check on him after I save Dad from Sandie," she said, walking past Troy.
"Yes, Ma'am."
Sharpay walked into the living room and smiled, seeing Troy's father, Jack laying on the couch with Sandie. She walked over to the couch, before she realized that they were both asleep. She looked around the room for a few seconds before spotting her Kodak Easy Share Z915 camera on the entertainment center. She tiptoed over and grabbed the camera, turning it on as she walked back over to the couch, and she snapped the picture, wincing as the bright flash went off. She turned the camera off and let out a small breath of relief when she realized that it hadn't woken Jack or Sandie up. She kissed both of them on the head and she walked out of the room, to the kitchen.
"The dogs are fine, how's Sandie?" Troy asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Sleeping with Dad. Leave them alone," Sharpay said as she opened the refrigerator.
"Wasn't planning on waking them up."
Sharpay took a water bottle out of the fridge and she closed the door, before walking over to the back door and opening it. "Boi! Come here, baby!" she called. She stayed silent for a few seconds, waiting for Boi to come in, and she looked at Troy. "...That's weird. He usually always comes when I call for him."
"Maybe he's sleeping."
Sharpay shook her head. "No, he'd still have heard me," she said, walking out to the back.
Troy followed her and he stood behind her as she looked around the yard for a few seconds.
"I'm gonna go look for him," she said.
"I'll look over here."
Sharpay nodded and she walked over to the side of the house. She saw something on the ground a little further down the small path, so she walked down a little further. As she got closer, she saw that it was Boi laying on the ground. She got a little closer and she gasped, putting her hand over her mouth, and she let out a sob. "Troy!" she shouted.
Troy stopped his search as he heard Sharpay, and he ran to where she was. "What? What's wrong?"
"Boi..."
Troy looked down to where Boi was and he stared for a few seconds, before he realized that the small dog had been shot. How the hell did that happen? he thought, as he wrapped his arms around Sharpay. "It's okay, it'll be fine," he said.
Sharpay sobbed again and she buried her face into Troy's chest. "Who would do something like that to a poor defenseless dog?"
"I don't know, Babe. Let's go back inside. We'll call the police."
Sharpay nodded and she reluctantly followed Troy inside, with her brain running a hundred miles a second. "I'm gonna go check on Dad and Sandie..."
"Okay. Calm down. You know Sandie gets upset when you're upset," Troy said, picking up the phone.
Sharpay sniffled and wiped her tears away before she walked back into the living room. She saw that Sandie and Jack were still asleep, so she picked up her camera and sat in an oversized chair, turning it on. She pushed the playback button and smiled, staring at the picture she'd taken earlier. Noticing something on the picture, she zoomed in on it with a confused expression. "What the hell..." she said. She stared at the picture for a few more seconds before jumping out of the chair and leaving the camera behind. She rushed over to the couch and gasped, seeing that what she noticed in the picture was blood. "Oh my god... Oh my god. Troy!" she shouted, picking Sandie up from Jack's chest, making her start crying. "Troy! Hurry!"
Troy ran into the living room with the phone up to his ear. "What's wrong?"
"Dad was shot, too. What the hell is going on?" she asked, with a sob.
"Go check Sandie out, I'm still on the phone with the police."
As Troy continued his conversation, Sharpay ran upstairs with Sandie in her arms. She ran into Troy's room, being the closest room, and she laid Sandie down on the bed, taking the bloody clothes off of her and throwing them to the floor. She looked over Sandie's body carefully for any wounds and was relieved to have found none. She picked Sandie up and hugged her, kissing her cheek repeatedly. "Oh Baby, I'm so glad you're okay..."
"But you're not."
Sharpay whipped around, hearing the voice and her eyes widened a little, seeing who it was. "...Gabriella..."
Gabriella had a pistol in her hand, and she had it pointed at Sharpay. Her eyes were dark and evil looking, and her face was flushed with anger.
"Gabriella, please put the gun down..." Sharpay said, putting Sandie down, despite her wailing.
"You fucked up everything for me. You took my boyfriend. The love of my life. It's all your fault," Gabriella said.
"Gabi, please, I'm begging you, please put down the gun."
"You just had to have him. You had to make sure your life was perfect and mine was a living hell. This is what you've been planing from the beginning."
"The beginning of what? I didn't plan anything. Please put down the gun, Gabi; you're scaring me and you're upsetting Sandie."
"Say goodbye to your little girl, Sharpay. You have three seconds."
"What are you talking about? Gabriella, please put it down."
"Three."
"What are you doing?"
"Two."
"Gabriella."
"One."
"Gabriella, no!"
A loud bang echoed throughout the house. The only thing that was heard was the sound of Sandie's cries.