AN: Ohemgee I just had the busiest few days EVER. Kay so I'm in this public speaking class, a writing workshop class, THEN another class after school which is like a combination of both at my church. I had assignments for each of them. And of course, me being me, I put it off until the last minute. Soo I spent Sunday night until 4 in the morning, finishing/starting my story for writing workshop, then writing an informative speech for public speaking. AND memorizing a poem for church. I have to recite it next sunday. blech.

So anyway, I honestly don't think this chapter is that good. I wrote it last night. I'm kinda having a hard time transitioning from Mean Chad to Caring Chad. Because he's really both at once so it's hard to balance. sorry. try to enjoy this anyway.

Seeing the cuts on Sonny's arms made my stomach jump and churn in ways I wasn't aware was possible. Had she actually done this to herself? She was freaking Sonny. People given the nickname Sonny are not allowed to self-harm. It's just against the laws of nature. Then again, I guess she goes by Allison now for a reason. I can totally see an Allison doing this. She was Allison now.

I bet it wasn't anything, though. I bet she was just being overdramatic or something. I looked up into her chocolate colored eyes, deep with worry and hurt, causing me to feel sorry for her. And not in the I'm better than you. I feel sorry for you not being me way. But in a genuine, real way.

I took a step closer to her. She looked up at me in fear. Why fear? Did she think I was going to yell at her? Okay, normally I might do the that, but only a complete moron who is straight on their way to hell would scream while a girl like Sonny is standing in front of him crying. She shuddered when I took yet another step closer to her, "Chad, please no." she cried, probably thinking I was going to hit her. Instead, I opened my arms and pulled in a very scared Sonny Monroe.

"What are you doing?" she muffled into my shoulder. "I'm hugging you. That's what." I stated matter-of-factly.

She pulled away from me slightly and looked up with those big, glassy brown eyes. "Why?"

"What do you mean why?" my hands slid from her waist to her upper arms, looking her straight in her watery eyes. "I thought you hated me. And if you didn't, I thought you really would now. You probably think I'm totally messed up."

My stomach dropped. I didn't mean to make her think I hated her or anything like that. What made her think that?

Well. I guess it could have been the whole me not letting her speak thing…or the insensitive comments torwards her fear of flying. But I didn't mean any harm by that. It was just for fun. Training, if you will. Although, I knew that as soon as I got her home with me, I would want nothing but to spend time with her, as sick as that is. One thing I knew about Sonny from the past years was this: She made me soft. And I hated that.

"I don't hate you. No matter how many times you're going to probably think that in the next two weeks, I don't." I promised. "Even though I should after what you did." I muttered under my breath. She looked confused at that and took a step back. My concerned look fell when my annoyance overpowered my caring. She effing broke my heart with that Hayden guy, and she doesn't even think I should have a legit reason to hate her? Anger boiled in me. That is, until I stupidly looked down to her arms again, which shook me up yet again. I had to remind myself, I'm not here to be her friend. She's not here visiting. She's here as my personal servant. This is for revenge.

I took a deep breath and traced her cuts lightly with my thumb. "Listen. I don't know why you did this or when you did this. But you aren't allowed to do it here, okay?" I said softly. "Y-You care about me?" she asked. More than anything, I wanted to say. But I couldn't let her know she still had control of my heart. She would take the opportunity to take my heart in her hands then throw it down and crush it, just like before. And Chad Dylan Cooper does not do hurt. So instead of letting my guard down, I made it even higher.

"No. I just don't want you to leave any blood stains." I smiled at her though, so she wouldn't know if I was serious or not. She smiled back. Truthfully, I missed her smile more than anything. I don't know why though. I was Chad Dylan Cooper. I could get any girl I wanted. A girl with a much prettier smile than her's.

I walked away for a moment, only to bring back a robe to her. She rolled her eyes as she read the words, "I Heart CDC" stitched onto it in pink. "Really, Chad, really?" she giggled, reminding me of old times. It triggered more anger within me when I thought about what she did to stop that. I thrust the robe torwards her as roughly as I could. "Put this on." I demanded. Her slight smile dropped, obviously bothered by my sudden change of mood. "I'll be right back." I said, then rushed out of the room as fast as I could, not bothering to hear her response. I relaxed a little bit more once I was outside of the huge room containing Sonny. I was safe. Just as I was heading torwards the kitchen, the doorbell rang. Do I have perfect timing or what?

I took my time approaching my door at first, but then couldn't hold my excitement any longer and raced to it. The doorbell rang once more right as I was pulling the door open. The California sunshine was in my eyes way more than it needed to be. I covered my eyes with my hands a bit. "Chad, dahling!" Elyse exclaimed when she was fully in my house. She then dropped her bag and pulled me in for an unexpected hug. "Hey, how are you?" I patted her back awkwardly. She pulled away from me to pinch my cheeks. "Look at you! You've gotten so handsome!" she said to me in her slight British accent.

I removed her hands from my cheeks as kindly as I could. "I'm glad you could make it." I closed the door, causing my house to return back to it's slightly shadowed lighting.

"It was hard, I must admit. My jam jar almost broke down on me while I was just a mile or two from your home!" she exclaimed, confusing me yet again with her strange sayings and expressions.

I grinned at Elyse yet again. I had missed her a lot. She was my hair and makeup stylist for one of my movies, Welcome to Holliewood. As you can tell by its name, it was unfortunately not all about me. The main character was about a girl named Hollie. I played the part of the rich, handsome actor she falls in love with. It fits, doesn't it?

Anyway, Elyse was a very talented makeup artist who was in her late thirties. When my assistant located Sonny, I immediately called her to fix her up for me. She was just finished painting Hannah Montana's face, and happily agreed.

"So, where is she?" she asked, her accent still evident. "Follow me." I started walking to the massive room where Sonny was. When I opened the doors to let Elyse in, Sonny was sitting on a chair, fiddling with her sleeve. I coughed to let her know I was back. Her head immediately shot up, then her brown eyes squinted in confusion at the visitor. As for Elyse, she gasped in horror at Sonny. I know she looked scarily unhealthy, but it wasn't that bad. "Elyse, this is Sonny." I introduced. "Sonny, this is Elyse. She'll be fixing you up for me today. You know I have to have the best. And you…aren't."

She looked slightly hurt by that, but she ignored the comment anyway. "Hi, Elyse." she stood and put out her hand to try to make contact with Elyse's. She only stared at Sonny's hand in disgust, causing Sonny to immediately pull back. "Hi." Elyse greeted coldly.

Before any awkward silence crept into the room, I excused myself out. I pressed my palms together as if I was praying.

"Well, I'm off. Elyse, you know what to do."

"Where are you going?" Sonny asked while I was half-way out the door.

I turned around. "You need discipline. So I'm going to make a rule list for you. Is that okay with you, Sonshine?"

She fake-smiled at me. "Yeah. That's great."

Little did she know, I was making two sets of rule. One for her, and for me.

I had to be honest: I was majorly scared when Chad left me alone with this mean-looking lady I barely knew. "Well, I guess we should get started then." she stated. I continued to stand there, unsure of where she wanted me. I raised my eyebrows and looked at her with my eyebrows raised and eyes wide curiously. Thankfully, she met my questioning gaze. "Go wash the makeup off your face. You look goth. Lipstick too. Then come back here. The loo is to the-"

"I know where it is." I stopped her, surprising myself that I still remembered the location of Chad's bathroom. I exited the room and entered the door to its right. Once inside, my eyes widened in surprise at its beauty. Chad may have left the rest of the house the same, but the bathroom was completely transformed. It still smelled like pine cleaner, yes. But the look was unfamiliar. The floor used to be black and white squares, reminding me of chess. The toilet, tub, and sink were black, with a creepy picture of him plastered on the wall that always made me wonder why exactly he enjoyed looking at a picture of himself while he peed. Or why anyone else would, for that matter.

Now, the room looked much more elegant. The tiles were a tan, woodish color. The windows were white, matching the tub, toilet, and sink. The walls were a beautiful teal color, while the outline of the door was white. On one wall were two golden hooks, holding pure white towels. I couldn't resist but to reach out and touch it, loving its softness. I couldn't wait to take a shower here so I could use them. There was a golden, elegant chandelier hanging on the wall, right above the bath tub. The tub was in the shape of a rectangle, with the wooden tiles surrounding it up and down, so that only a bit of the white on the outside was visible. There were small, teal bath accessories thrown neatly around the room. It took me away for a little bit, to a happier place. This was definitely going to be my favorite room of the house.

After I had managed to pull myself away from the beauty of the room and washed my face, I noticed there was a bronze magazine rack sitting beside the bath tub. I approached it, curious to see what Chad Dylan Cooper is subscribed to. While I was going through the stack, a picture on the cover of one caught my eye. It took me a moment to recognize who the girl was. I then realized, it was me. Happy me. Sixteen year old me. In fact, this was me at my sixteenth birthday party in Disney Land. I was wearing a gorgeous yellow dress, and my hands were thrown up into the air excitedly.

I stared at my reflection in the elegant mirror. It was shocking how much I had changed over the past three years. Forgetting to breath, I continued to stare. My once perfectly long, chocolate, straight hair was now tousled and dirty, haphazardly cut. It looked like I had gone at it with a chain-saw and then not showered for three days. My eyes, once glowing with life, were now a dull brown, lacking any twinkle or sign of life. My skin had once been healthy and tan. Now it was sickly pale, with not even a dash of pink in my cheeks. My rosy lips were a shocking contrast to my pale skin, and they were chapped and cracking due to my lack of hydration. As I continued to stare at my thin, weak body in the mirror, I asked myself how I had let Sonny turn into Allison. Was it really Chad who made me like this? Before, I was prettier, healthy, and strong. Now I looked like a zombie who couldn't even run a mile. Was this my goal? Was this who I wanted to be? How could I let anyone cause me to do this to myself?

"Sonny? Are you okay in there?" I heard Elyse's voice call out to me. I would have opened the door a bit to assure her that I was fine and would be back in a moment, but my reflection had captivated me. I heard Chad's voice talking to Elyse, then rough footsteps coming torwards the door. But I still couldn't force myself to move."Sonny?" The voice echoed through the hallway outside, making its way into my ears. I heard it again, ringing, hypnotizing."Sonny?" There it was again, frantic shouting. I couldn't call out. My lips wouldn't move. My eyes still locked on my own in the mirror, as I held out my arms and rolled up my sleeves, horrified by the scars. How did Chad not find me disgusting? After all, I did.

The door shot open, finally knocking me out of my trance. Chad saw me staring at myself in the mirror and laughed a little. "You're reminding me of Tawni. Only she smiles into the mirror, not frowns."

I shook my head, freeing myself of my pounding thoughts. "Sorry I took so long. I'm fine," I tried to be believable with a smile. "Honest."

However, he didn't look very convinced, but went with it anyway. "Alright. Elyse should want you back by now." I nodded and dragged myself torwards the all white room again.

Elyse didn't seem to notice how out of it I was. If she did, she didn't want to say anything about it. She simply nodded in acknowledgement of me and looked torwards the small stool. "Now let's really get started, shall we?"