A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I was struggling to come up for an idea for this chapter! This chapter will be extremely short and will be more of a filler chapter, like the start of the rising action before the climax.
Beautiful Bruises
Chapter 4: Decisions
Gabriella walked into her lovely home to smell something beyond aromatic. She followed her nose to the kitchen where Zeke had set up one of his homemade dinners on their large glass dining room table.
Lining its length were candles and the pathway to the kitchen was littered with rose petals of every color.
Gabriella gasped as she saw it. What was she doing even thinking of Troy Bolton when she had the perfect man?
"Home cooked meal, Gabi!" Zeke announced when he noticed her standing there. Gabriella couldn't stop smiling.
At least until later when she found take out containers in the trashcan and the whole computer wiped.
…
Troy was fiending. He couldn't control it anymore. He needed drugs, he needed anything, and he couldn't deal with it anymore
He checked himself in, then he could check himself out.
As soon as Troy sat up, the shakes hit him hard and he wrapped his arms around himself but it did no good.
His wife was divorcing him, Gabriella wasn't interested in him and he didn't want to ruin a marriage, and he hadn't heard from his best friend in weeks. He was truly alone.
But, try as he might, he could not bring himself to get up and walk to the door.
Maybe Sharpay was right… maybe he could just do this for himself.
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Sharpay's unusual baggy clothes, oversized sunglasses, and wig disguised her as she sat in the plastic chairs at the clinic. Ryan sat right beside her, squeezing her hand.
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she glared at the floor, trying to ignore the stares from the furious protestors outside.
"Um… Henrietta Van?" The lady at the front of the free clinic called.
Ryan shot her a quizzical look when she stood up but he didn't say anything. This was her choice.
As Sharpay passed through the double doors, scurrying behind the nurse, she couldn't stop her tears.
Even as she laid on the cold metal table and opened her legs, she couldn't stop crying.
But, when the doctor suddenly moved forward, Sharpay had to speak.
"Stop!"
A/N: I told you… so short. I apologize so much. I've had three hours of sleep in the last two days but this was my only time to write so I wanted to give ya'll something. Thank you all for reading and sticking with me. Ya'll are the best!