Chapter 5:

Sharpay went straight to her room after school only to find her dad waiting there for her. She could have almost handled an early evening bed race, but she had accomplished so much for herself today by writing that song. She was on a high and she didn't want anything to bring down. And the way her father was placing hand cuff on her bed posts and whipping that long black leather whip around, she knew she wouldn't have a high left when he was done with her.

Sharpay gently set her backpack down fighting back the tears. She turned her back to her father and almost just ran away… But he was much quicker than her and his hands were on her wrists before she even reached for the door. Before she could even think he swept her off her feet and threw her on the bed. It was like a race to see how fast he could lock her in all the handcuffs and strip her from the last off her dignity.

Laying there bare-naked gritting with every strike of the leather whip, Sharpay felt like Jesus carrying the cross… no matter how much good she did, the next hit was going to be even harder. AS her father forced himself into her tight vagina the hit of the leather on her body dug into her flesh. It burned and it hurt, but the more she screamed the harder he thrust, the harder he whipped his toy.

Once he was done with her he stood there just staring. He didn't bother to unlock her or even show the least bit of guilt. Tears started to fall down her pale cheeks as the full pain of his satisfaction hit her. It was one of her shortest experiences with her father, but it was by far the worst pain she had felt in a long time.

"Did you think I didn't notice you this morning you fucking whore?" Her dad whispered as he tightened the cuffs even more causing them to dig into her soft skin. "Who the hell is that boy?"

Sharpay was at a loss for words. Her father couldn't have known about Troy. She made sure he was sleeping before she left this morning. He probably thought she was with Troy while she was at school. She looked at him refusing to answer. Her friendship with Troy was the purest things she had, she wasn't about to let her father taint it.

After a couple seconds without a reply her father whipped her with all his strength causing her to whelp in pain. Her body was too dry to even cry anymore all she could do was scream in agony knowing that no one could hear her cries for help. No one could even understand her pain.

Her father unlocked all the handcuffs and leaned down as close as her could without touching her and whispered into her ear, "If I ever smell that fucker on you, you little tramp. I will fucking kill you." Without another word he walked right out of the room.

Sharpay could only lay there trembling emotionally naked to the world in that moment. Her life was over. There was no way out of this mess. This shit would be the life and death of her. The only way out of it would be to kill her own father, but no matter how much he hurt her, he was her father and she loved him.

In that small moment when it seemed like her world was crashing down around her… A phone started ringing. It was almost as if it was a sign. There had to be something she could do.

"Sharpay? It's Kelsi. I remembered what you said about starting a band and my mom works nights at the diner so we can practice at my house if you want."

Pulling her silky smooth light pink robe on, Sharpay didn't know how to respond. "We don't have a band. It's just me and you Kelsi. And no offense but I am not in the mood to just sit there and sing with you, so if you don't mind, I will just see you tomorrow at school."

"Wait! I knew a few people who play instruments, so I asked them to come over. They sound really good. They love your song."

"I am not working with a bunch of your loser friends. I am…"

"Sharpay you were so much nicer this morning. I don't understand."

"Maybe, I don't want to be in your fucking band anymore!"

"F...f...fine. Then I will just leave you alone. I am sorry for calling you. I will give you your song back tomorrow."

Sharpay was just about to agree and quickly hang up the phone, but this was something she needed to do. Music was in her soul and her soul needed to be fed. "Are they at your place now?"

"Well… yes, they are. I wanted to call you before they left in case you wanted to come over and practice or something."

Sharpay looked at her door. There was no way she was going to be able to leave her house today. Her father was too alert and ready to spring into action and she couldn't let anyone see her like this. She had to take a shower and stop the little bit of blood from the whips.

"Sharpay are you still there?"

"I can't come over today. I have some things to do around the house. Why don't we all just meet in the music room tomorrow morning?" Sharpay slowly sat up trying not to cringe at the pain shooting through her.

"Ummm… Ok. Ryan and Troy will be coming back to your house to work on some science homework anyways."

"TROY?! As in the troy Bolton?!"

"Is there a problem? He is one of the best guitarists I know and he was there when I asked Ryan to be your drummer. I knew that you and your brother were close so I figured you wouldn't mind me asking him and I couldn't say no to Troy."

Sharpay fell back onto her bed. There really was no break in this world. How could she start a band with the one man she was forbidden to see, the man that she just couldn't get off her mind. Troy was definitely her kryptonite. "It would be great to have Troy in our band. Tell them we will have our band practices in the music room. I am a little tired I am going to take a bubble bath. SO I will just have to talk to you later."

Sharpay hung up the phone. Gathering up her remaining strength Sharpay lifted herself off her bed and walked to her small bathroom. She started the water and poured the bubble syrup. As she watched the bubbles form in the hot water she reflected on her life. Slipping into the scorching tub, new tears slid down her face. She wanted to kill herself in that moment, what did she have to live for?