The Unknown and Unexpected

by WRDT-old-find me on AO3 lol

So many unexpected things happens to Sharpay Evans, things she never wanted, but will she fall victim to her circumstance,or prevail to overcome them? Must read to find out. Troypay, technically, Readers might choose how it ends. May become M-rated,maybe. TW: R*pe

6. Who do I trust?

Chapter 4: Who do I trust?

I arrived at school twenty minutes late.

I walked into my first class and handed the teacher my tardy pass.

As I walked to my seat, I could feel a pair of eyes, mostly likely Chad's, on me.

Later on, I had study hall and was in the library with Chad. We were looking for books when he started to talk.

"So," He began casually. "you were late today."

"Yea, so?"

"Why?"

"I woke up late. No big deal." I shrugged it off.

"It is a big deal. A few months ago, your attendance record was spotless."

"Ok? Your point?"

"My point is that you've changed."

"I've changed?" I was getting a little angry, but I didn't want to.

"Yes. You're always late to school, you're dressing differently, you act weird, and you look different." I guess he noticed the size of my chest. I guess that when you start having sex your chest gets bigger because I had gone up a cup size. I looked down. It was very noticeable.

I ignored him and reached for a book on a high shelf. As I reached for it, I craned my neck. I felt his eyes on my neck. Then the fabric of my shirt stretched up, and I felt a breeze on my stomach. I felt his eyes on my stomach. I finally reached the book and yanked it off the shelf.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, totally out of the blue.

"No." I don't think someone you were just having meaningless, involuntary sex with counted as a boyfriend.

"Then why are there hickeys all over your neck?"

"That's none of your business." I said simply.

"Whats with the red mark on you? Is he hurting you?" He ignored me and I turned to him.

"No, he is not hurting me."

"Then whats with the red mark on your stomach?" He repeated himself and I got even angrier. I was always unreasonably angry for some reason, I didn't understand why. Just one thing usually set me off.

"I don't believe that's any of your damn business, so butt the hell out." I turned to go, but he grabbed my arm. He grabbed it where the scars were and I winced because it hurt.

"Shar, look. All I'm trying to do is help." That was the one thing that did it.

"Well guess what?" I snapped. "I don't need or want your fucking help, so mind your own fucking business and stay the hell out of mine." I pulled my arm out of his grasp, shoved the books in his arms, and walked away. I had grown tired of his questions.

I went to the bathroom to clean my arm, it had started bleeding when Chad grabbed it. I went into one of the stalls, the biggest one, and raised my sleeve up. I'd been right. The blood was making me a little queasy as I grabbed some tissue and started to clean it.

Once I finished, I threw the bloody tissue away and was about to get up, when I felt something twist in my stomach. I felt something rise in my throat, pushing its way up. I turned back toward the toilet and begin to throw up anything I had in my stomach. I couldn't stop for a long time. It felt horrible. I felt horrible. I hadn't been this sick in a long time. Blood had always had it's affect on me, making me a little dizzy, but never had it made me sick.

I was still throwing up when I heard the bathroom door open.

"Shar?" Taylor's voice called. Of course Chad would go get her. God, why can't they just leave me alone.

I couldn't answer her as of the fowl smelling acid coming out of my mouth. I'm sure she heard me, because she was kneeling right beside me, rubbing my back and holding my hair. "Sharpay? Are you okay?"

I nodded, but my stomach didn't seem to agree. I started to vomit again.

It took me about 15 minutes to stop throwing up. I coughed a few times to clear my throat and sat there for a few seconds. I got up, flushed the toilet, and went to wash my mouth out. Taylor didn't speak, until then.

"Are you okay? You looked pretty sick in there."

I spit in the sink in order to answer her. "I'm fine. I ordered some food last night and it was probably bad."

"Oh." I saw Taylor's eyes leave my face and look at the mirror. She saw something weird in there that made her gasp, then look back at me. Before I could ask her what was it, she grabbed my arm. "What happened to your arm?"

"What are you talking about?"

"This!" She pulled out my arm and showed me my cut.

I looked down at it with horror written across my face.

I had forgot to cover it up!

I looked up and saw her demanding eyes. "I-I'm not sure."

"Don't lie to me! Who did this to you?"

"Nobody!"

"Then how did you get it?"

"That's none of your business." I said and walked passed her. She grabbed my arm and spun me around to look at her.

"Chad told me about the hickeys he saw all over your neck early." She said in a sullen voice.

"Yea so? Chad needs to keep his mouth shut."

"He also told me about the red marks he saw on your stomach. That tells me you must have a new, abusive boyfriend."

"I do not."

"Have you read whats on your arm? It says mine. It shows possession. Only a cruel, nasty, abusive person would carve that into someone's arm! He's abusive, cruel, nasty, and possessive. Didn't you learn from the first time?" She scolded me. "With Jimmy?"

Flashback

Jimmy had been my first real boyfriend. He had asked me out when I was fourteen, a freshman, and he was seventeen, a junior. We had bumped into each other at school then started to talk. He was tall, tan, and so hot. He had the most gorgeous blue eyes. We found that we had many things in common and he asked me out. We were together for half a year. We had been real playful from the start, pecking each other on the lips, flirting all the time, holding hands, and going on dates to places like carnivals and fairs. Then it got real serious real fast. He started to take me to nice, fancy restaurants, and we started kissing, making out, touching, and fooling around. I would let him touch private parts of my body, and he would let me touch his. Sometimes, when we were over his house and his parents weren't there, he would get naked and cuddle with me. It was remarkable how fit he was and how beautiful his body was. He had been the first person I had ever seen completely naked and when I saw him, it sent fire through me. He urged me to take off some of my clothes, but all I could get the courage to be in my panties. I couldn't take them off. He respected that. I had also told him that I wasn't ready for sex, and he had told me that there was nothing wrong with sexual contact because it wasn't sex. I agreed with him on that and he didn't pressure me.

When things had gotten so serious that he gave me a promise ring, I should have known that the next two things were coming. There had been a few incidents were he would accidentally hit me, or accidentally grip my arm to hard. I ignored them, they were accidents. I had thought we were in love, then one Friday night, after dinner, we had went for a walk in the park. Then he turned and grabbed my hand.

'Hey, do you want to come over tomorrow and hang out at my house?' He had asked me.

'I would love to, but I have plans. Me and Chad are going to the mall.'

'What about Sunday?'

'I would but I have plans that day too with-'

'Chad.'

'No, I was going to say Taylor, but what would it have mattered if it was with Chad?'

'Why do you always spend most of your time with him?'

'Because he's my best friend.'

'And I'm your boyfriend! You should want to spend more time with me!' He yelled.

'I'm sorry, but I want to spend time with him too. You aren't the only person in my life.'

'But we hardly are together!'

'I'm sorry! But I can't just drop everyone to spend more time with you!'

'You should want to! You are my girlfriend. Not his or anyone elses! No other person should get to spend more time with you then I do.'

'I'm sorry, but there's nothing you can do about how much time I spend with him. Deal with it!'

It was almost so fast that I didn't catch it. His hand whipped around so fast I didn't see it coming. He struck me so hard that I fell to the ground. He was fuming as he stood over me and watched as I sat there crying. He knelt beside me and touched my shoulder. I asked him why he had hit me. He told me that he loved me so much, and how he doesn't want to lose me to another guy, and that he was just a little too mad. I looked up at him, and he kissed me. The kiss had convinced me. I forgave him and tried not to make him so mad. The next day there was a hand print on my face. Jimmy had came into the bathroom, I had spent the night with him, and looked at me.

'What is it baby?' He asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and kissed my neck.

'There's a mark on my face.' I had sighed and laid my head on his chest.

'A mark?'

'Yeah. A mark...a hand print...your hand print...from last night...when you hit me.' I had started to tear up when I was speaking and I started to cry. He spun me around in his arms so I was facing him.

'Don't cry, baby. I already said that I was sorry and explained why I did it. Remember? Its because I love you and because I was a little too angry. You know that right? You know that I love you?' I looked down and nodded. He put his hand under my chin and kissed me.

When we pulled away I turned and looked back at my face. 'But what do I do about this?'

He looked at my red cheek for a second. 'Just put some make-up over it and nobody will notice.'

'Ok' I nodded. I grabbed my make-up bag and started to put the make-up on my cheek. When I touched it, it hurt. I winced.

'What is it?'

'Nothing. It just hurts,' I had winced again. 'A lot.' He turned me around and kissed me hard on my lips.

He pulled me against his chest and his hands ran up and down my side. 'Like I said, I'm sorry and it won't happen again.'

But it happened occasionally, where I would say something that would get him mad and he would hit me and I would end up with bruises, mostly on my face and arms. I would cry because when he hit me it would hurt, and he would just watch me cry for a second, then come over and comfort me but he never stopped. He never said sorry except for the first time. I started to believe that he hit me only because he loved me, so I didn't break up with him or stop him. I really loved him. I would have done almost anything and everything for him. I thought he loved me too.

The only person who knew about him hitting me was my sister, Gabriella. We always told each other everything. Gabriella kept trying to persuade me to break up with him. She told me how she was worried about me and my well-being. She wanted me to get out of the relationship before I got seriously hurt. Taylor noticed next, she had seen a fresh hand print on my cheek one day when I had came back from Jimmy's house and she connected the pieces. She also told me to leave Jimmy, that if he really loved me he wouldn't hit me, but I told both of them that I couldn't. I loved him too much to even think about leaving him. I told him that he hit me because he loved me. It was a tough love and that I could deal with. I trusted him, he wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

Then one day, he had invited me over to his place so we could hang out. I agreed and went over to his house. We kissed real briefly then went up to his room. We were sitting on his bed talking when he suddenly leaned over and started to kiss me. I allowed the kiss to escalate and his arms went around my waist while mine went around his neck and we started to make out. He pushed my back against the bed and rolled on top of me. I didn't stop him when he put his hand under my skirt and rubbed my thigh, or when his hand slid under my shirt and started to stroke my breasts. I didn't stop him because I didn't won't him to stop. It felt so good. I allowed him to pull off my shirt, not really knowing where he was getting at. This was what we usually did when we made out, so there was nothing I worried about. He pulled off his shirt too and started to kiss and touch me again. He pulled off both of our pants, and I still didn't stop him. I couldn't stop him, it had felt so right.

He took off my bra then started to kiss my breast. I finally saw where he was going, one of his hands had slipped into my underwear and he had started to stroke my private part, but it felt so good on one part that I wanted him to keep going. I loved this feeling I was getting, but I stopped his hands. I knew that this was a form of sex and we had to stop, because if it continued and if he would have kept going, we would have ended up having actual sex and I wasn't ready for that. He kept trying and I kept stopping his hands. I called his name and he stopped and looked at me. I told him that I wasn't ready for this yet, and I didn't want to. He asked me if I loved him and I told him, 'Of course I love you. With all my heart.' Then he told me that if I loved him so much, that I should give him my virginity. I told him again that I would but I just wasn't ready for that yet, that I didn't want to take that step yet. 'Don't you love me?' He asked me fiercely. I said yes. Then he said I should want to do this with him. For him. I told him again that I was fourteen and that I wasn't ready but he ignored me. He continued to try at my panties, and I tried to push him off me, but of course he was much stronger then I was. I kept telling him no, and to stop but he didn't listen. He eventually got my panties off and slung them to the floor. I took that chance to push him off me and try to get up, but he grabbed both of my wrist and pinned me down to the bed. 'No, Jimmy, No. Stop. Please. I don't want to. Stop. Jimmy! NO! STOP!' I had begged him not to, but by then his other hand was traveling down my side to remove his boxers. His fingers had just slipped under the waistband, when the door opened. There stood Chad, Ryan, and Taylor. Chad saw me struggling, and went over and punched Jimmy. Jimmy let me go, and I pulled on my underwear and ran to the door and clung to the first person there, Ryan. He wrapped his long jacket around me and hugged me, his hands running up and down my back, his arms were so comforting, even though his hands were a bit touchy. He kept hugging me, trying to help me not pay attention to the beat down going on in the room. We stood that way and he let me cry into his shirt until he saw that Chad needed a little help. He let me go and I clung to Taylor. I cried into her shirt and she had patted my hair as Ryan handed me my clothes.

Taylor helped me put my clothes back on. I saw Chad and Ryan walk back toward us and motion for us to come along. I looked back into the room and saw Jimmy lying on his bed, his head, lolling to the sides. He had blood trickling down his face and I could see the bruises on his face and his chest forming. This brought more tears to my eyes. Taylor wrapped an arm around my waist and started to pull me along, but I couldn't move from my place. My eyes were stuck looking back at the boy on the bed. I pushed against Taylor's arms and, when she let me go, went back over to Jimmy. I knelt beside his bed and touched the side of his face. His head turned toward me and his eyes opened. He opened his slack mouth.

'Sharpay..."

'Jimmy...'

'I am so sorry.'

'That doesn't matter. I-I thought you loved me. How could you try and do that to me?'

'I do. I do love you I-I was just out of control. Please forgive me.' I put my hand against his face.

'I already forgave you, but I won't take you back. I-I love you, but I-I can't take the way you treat me anymore. I-I can't let you this to me anymore. Whats to say you won't try this again? I-I'm sorry, but love shouldn't...it shouldn't hurt this much. I won't tell anyone about this, though. I-I still love you that much.' Then I broke down and the tears came pouring down. 'I don't want to leave you, I want to stay. I want to take you back so badly, I really do, but-but I have to leave you. This hurts me so damn much, it all does and I-I can't stand it. I love you so much, I want this to last, but it can't. You said you loved me, but you hurt me. I gave you my all and my heart and you played with me. You said you loved me but you just tried to take my virginity from me. I loved you so much that I would have given my virginity to you but only when I was ready. I told you that and you told me that you would wait for me until I was ready. But you lied. Was our whole relationship a lie? Were all our kisses, all our touches, all our private moments lies? Did you just want to take the most precious thing from me? Were you lying when you said you loved me? Or maybe it was the age difference. Maybe a seventeen year old boy can't be with a fourteen year old girl? Maybe you should be with someone your age? Someone who is ready for this, because I'm not.' I sobbed. 'I am in love with you, I love you so fucking much that I would do anything and everything for you.' I had leaned forward and kissed him for a long time, then pulled away. 'I don't want it to end like this but it has to. If this continues, you'll probably get so mad at me that you hurt so bad that I end up in the hospital. I don't want that. What happens if you try this again and no one is here to stop you? I love you, I love you so much. It breaks my heart to love you this much. I love you, but this has to end right now. I-It hurts me to do this so much, but I have to.' I leaned forward and kissed him one more time then laid my head on the edge of the bed and cried.

After about five minutes I heard him say, 'O-Okay.'

'B-B-Bye Jimmy. I-I love you. I-I-I-I will always love you.' I started to sob more as I said this.I felt his hand on my cheek, but I turned away from it.

I got up, and walked over to Taylor. She wrapped her arm around me and walked me out of the room.

End of Flashback

Only a few people ever knew what had happened, or almost happened. Taylor, Ryan, Chad, and Gabriella. No one else.

"He is not! He is not like him!"

"God! Are you stupid? Look at your stomach!" She said, raising up my shirt, showing the two dark red bruises.

"He just has a strong grip!"

"A strong grip? For what?" She thought for a second, but before I could answer something clicked in her head. "You're having sex with him? You should not be having sex with such a nasty, cruel, abusive jerk! Why the hell did you give your virginity to some abusive jackass?"

"He is not!" I didn't deny her claim.

She looked at me as if I was stupid. "That," She pointed at the bruises on my stomach " That is nasty! That is cruel! That is abusive! He is hurting you. Which means hes a monster!" And that, again, set me off.

I felt some feeling roar through me, and I found myself defending my rapist. "He is not! He is not cruel. He is not nasty. He is not possessive. He is not a jerk. He is not a monster! And he is not hurting me, so step off bitch." I could see that my tone and words surprised her, but that didn't stop my angry rant. I was way to pissed off to stop. "And you have no authority to tell me who I can or can not sleep with. I'll have sex with whoever I damn well please! Whether its Chad, a teacher, a girl, a boy, a whole group of people, or Ryan." My mind was thinking of the meanest way to hurt her. "I'm sure he would like a break from you. Y'know, have something less easy. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. He's already asked for it many of times before." I could tell that the last part was a low blow, because I saw tears gather in her eyes. I wasn't lying though. It was the truth...

Flashback

I didn't mean to be that cruel, but it was the truth. Her boyfriend had asked me so many times to give my virginity to him, it wasn't funny. He'd even gotten me alone in his house once (we were 15, sophomores, and we had to work on a project together, and his parents were gone on a weekend trip) and he started to kiss me. For a while I had totally forgotten about him and Taylor going out, and remembered that I had a huge crush on him, and we started to make-out on his bed. He pushed me back on the bed, so that I was on my back and he was on top of me, and pulled off my shirt. He had stuck his hand under my bra and started to touch my breasts, and it had felt so good that I didn't want him to stop. Nobody had touched me this way in over a year. Though I was still a virgin, I still craved the contact. Then when he had unbuttoned my skirt and stuck his hand in my underwear and started to touch me, I came to my senses. I pushed him and his hands away and buttoned back up my skirt. He asked me what was wrong and I told him that I couldn't do this. He asked me why not and I told him that he was with Taylor and that this would kill her. He told me that she didn't have to know then he tried to kiss me again. I let him for a second, but pushed him away and pulled on my shirt. I told him that I wouldn't tell Taylor and then left.

There was another case where that happened. We were both 16 (earlier this year). He had caught me at school one time and pulled me into a janitor's closet. He had pinned me up against the wall and attacked me with his lips. I had tried to resist him, but my hormones had taken over me in that moment of time and I kissed him back. He had started to undress me, first taking off my shirt, then my skirt. I had took off his shirt, and was working on his pants when he took off my bra and started to rub my chest. He had removed his lips from mine and had been attacking my neck when I heard myself moan his name. It didn't stop us though. He then removed my underwear as I had removed his pants, leaving him in his boxers. I felt my hand run over the bulge in his boxers and heard him moan my name in my ear. That's what stopped me. As soon as I heard my name leave his lips, I had been brought back down to Earth. I had pushed him away from me and started to grab my clothes. He had asked me what as I gathered the rest of my clothes and threw them on. I told him that we couldn't do this because he was with Taylor. He told me once again that she didn't have to know. I told him I couldn't and left.

He had asked me many times after that but I had said no.

End of Flashback

Anyways, she took a deep breath and looked at me. "Sharpay, you've changed. You never had said something so cruel. What happened to you?"

"Nothing more than life." I grabbed my bag off the floor and left. I went back to the library, I was sure Chad had left, and sat and thought.

I rethought the whole conversation, thinking I would feel different or guilty for my horrible words, but I didn't. I knew it was mean to say those things to her, but I wasn't sorry for saying them. Some of the things she said about Troy, I just didn't like. Even though some of it, well most of it, was true, it bothered me. She can't say anything about Troy, she doesn't know-she doesn't know him. Okay, I barely know him, but that's beside the point. She had no right. Has no right, only I have that right. Only I can say how cruel, mean, abusive, and possessive he is. He was all those things.

So why did I defend him?

I was brought out of my thoughts by the final bell ringing.

I went home and laid down on my bed to think.

I hadn't wanted to be so mean to Taylor, but what was I suppose to do? Break down and tell her everything that had happened? I didn't know if I could trust her to keep this a secret from everybody else. I wasn't so sure about Chad either. He always tried to do what HE thought was best for me, and I knew that if I told him what was happening, he would go to the police. I didn't even want to think about what Troy would do to me if he knew Chad told.

I wanted to tell Chad, though. He had been my best friend since birth and I usually tell him everything, but how are you suppose to tell your best friend that you're scared for your life that this man will kill you when you know that he is just going to try to get you to get the man arrested which will lead to your death sentence? I made up my mind that I wasn't going to tell him, that I wasn't going to tell anybody because I couldn't trust anybody but me, myself, and I. It was harsh, but it was true.

I waited for Troy to come. He showed up and did his usual thing and left. I was still thinking about who I could trust while he was there and came to a conclusion. If I couldn't trust anyone, maybe, just maybe, I could put my trust in the one person who many say will never tell anyone else. The one who can and will help you with anything and get you out of a bad situation. After Troy left, I knelt at the foot of my bed and put my trust in God. I told God everything that was happening to me and asked him to make it all go away. I ended up crying, which I was doing so much these days, then going to sleep. I hoped that God had heard me and was working on helping me. He would come through for me.

I hope.

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