Chapter 11:

Ryan sat at his new kitchen table staring at the bowl of cereal he had made himself but couldn't seem to bring himself to eat. There were too many what ifs rolling around in his head to even try and start normal brain functions, but he had to start his day, had to move on with his life. He was still waiting for his sister to get up and was debating calling Kelsi but had thought better of it. Today was all about family.

Yawning Sharpay walked out into the dining room and looked at Ry. She knew that there was a lot of struggling ahead of them. Ryan had agreed to go with her to the Police station to make a formal statement. They had to start the process of pressing charges against their own father, a situation no child should ever have to face. She was slowly realizing that she was strong enough to face anything including the fact her own father had been molesting her for years. It was time that she shed the layer of ice and faced the truth. Her eyes held the fire of a tiger, she was ready for a fight for truth and justice.

The twins' outfits matched the mood. They both were wearing black outfits with a splash of bold red. While Sharpay wore a pair of blue jeans and a black camisole tank top cover by a red cardigan, Ryan wore a pair of black and red pin striped slacks and a simple black t-shirt. While it was one of the most understated outfits they wore... it showcased the real twins inside.

Ryan pushed his bowl toward Shar as she sat down next to him and she gladly took it. She felt like she hadn't eaten in months, but in all honesty it had only been a few days since the shock of her beloved Nana's death. She barely ate anything since she received the second most disappointing, heartbreaking news of her life. Her grandmother's death was second only to her own mother's tragic car accident. She probably wouldn't have eaten yet again but she needed her strength. Rising up from the brink like a phoenix in battle would take all the energy that she had.

The twins didn't say anything as they sat there. Ryan finally spread nutella on bagel and decided to eat that. The peace was both enjoyable and haunting all the same. They would never be able to fully face their family again. They couldn't go to their extended family on their father's side, not after what he had done. They would never be able to go to anyone from their mother's family as the last member had passed away. In the silent aftermath they were coming to terms of only having each other.

They may fight and disagree, but the one thing they could always agree on was leaning on one another for support. Even if a word was never spoken, there was a silent understanding. When one was sad, the other knew it. When one was angry, the other was furious. When one was happy, the other felt ultimate joy. The love between the two of them was unconditional and borderline unimaginable. In this their weakest of moments, they were joining together stronger than ever.

"I, um, I called the station when I got up," Ryan muttered as he stood up grabbing his own plate and the bowl he had given Sharpay to place them in the dishwasher. "Your friend detective Jacobs and she said she would be willing to create another case against father." Ryan didn't look back at his sister as he cleaned up breakfast out of his own weakness. To see her cry over something he could have changed would slowly kill him inside. He couldn't face her or the fact that he wasn't there when she needed him most. He blamed himself for everything that happened. If he had done something, anything, nothing would have ended so terribly. Putting the Cereal back in the pantry, Ryan kept to himself.

"I am scared Ry," Sharpay whispered her voice filled with desperation. "I just don't know if I can go through with this after all." She long ago realized that she was alone in this world. She felt the tears fall out of her ears before she could even try to stop them, before she could try to put her ice shield back up. She saw potential in Ryan. He had a kind heart and a warm energy. If she wasn't in his way, he would be popular among legions of fans. She held him back and she knew it was the truth, but he rarely defied her. Even when he doubted her most, he stood by her side like an evil side kick.

"Shar..." Ryan said his voice soothing the harsh air in the room. "You are the most inspiring person I know. You are strong and kind-hearted. You can do anything that you set your mind to. If you want father to pay, you have to be the one to tell the truth." He faced his sister standing across the table from her and looking passed her knowing if her looked her in the eyes he would be nothing but a ball of apologies and tears.

"You are absolutely right!" Sharpay almost exclaimed with a new found passion. She didn't knew when it hit her, but she found everything that needed looking into Ryan's eyes. She saw his pain, his anger, and his love. She wasn't alone... She wasn't the villain and he wasn't her sidekick. He was her inspiration and through everything he was her hero... She didn't care about her humiliation or pain. She had to make it right for him.

Ryan smiled at her sensing the change in his sister. He walked around and hugged her as tight as her could. There was nothing else left to say nothing else that could have been done differently. This was how their life was supposed to happen, how it was supposed to work out. It wasn't a happy fairytale, but a real fairytale was dark and Grimm.

"I will go to the station if you set up our equipment..." Sharpay said. "We have a lot of rehearsing to do if we ever plan to win the battle of the bands... and before you even ask if this is a good time to be starting a band... I have the perfect name for us and we need to do this for Nana."

"But we all decided..."

"i will be back here in an hour and I plan to see you, Troy, and Kelsi here and ready to go... and in the top drawer of my nightstand is my lyric book... you three get to put the lyrics to music while I am gone.." Sharpay demanded. She had her spunk back. In the loss of the woman she loved the most, she saw the bright side. While She lost someone whom she cared deeply about, she had gained a new guardian angel. She dashed out the front door and was racing to the police station leaving behind a very confused and shocked twin brother.

The walk to the police station was a short ten block walk from Sharpay's new downtown condominium that she shared with Ryan. It was nice to get out in the fresh New Mexico air, even if it was hot and humid. It felt like things were real, things were starting to be grounded. There was a new sense of hope and a better future in the air.

Inhaling deeply before finally stepping into the station, Sharpay took one final second to reminisce over the last year and how everything played out. Nana had a aura of love and tranquility around her, even in her death. Her memory would serve as a guide toward a new Sharpay, a better Sharpay. She was going to move on with her life and focus on music and the people that matter most to her. It was finally time to punish those who take pride in hurting others.

Walking into the station, Sharpay was thankful to see Michelle right away. She wouldn't have known what to say to a receptionist, this was still all kinda new to her. She just wanted to get her statement done and over with. She didn't understand why she had to write down everything that she had already said from the beginning. Why couldn't just saying it be enough?

"Ms. Evans" Michelle smiled extending a guiding hand in Sharpay's direction. "I am glad that you decided to stop in. I am sorry to hear of your loss. I wish there was something more we could have done."

"You can make him pay." Sharpay replied instantly. She didn't need to think about what could have happened. She only wanted to look toward justice in the future. She was worried that her father would be able to pay his way out of the consequences for his actions much like O. J. Simpson in the death of his wife. Justice was the reason that she was here in the first place. Justice was why she followed Detective Michelle Jacobs to the interrogation room of the Albuquerque police department. Justice would be what brought Sharpay and Ryan together to face the unknown future.

Taking a deep breath Sharpay listened as detective Jacobs explained how to file her formal statement. She was going to have to write everything down from the start. She was going to have to write the details surrounding the abuse and molestation she suffered from her father and she was going to have to describe the moment she lost her Nana. This was probably the hardest thing she would ever have to do...

I was barely a teenager the first time it happen. I did not understand what was happening. I did not know the true meaning of the situation I had been thrust into without a choice. I, Sharpay Evans was molested and raped by my own father. At first he just touched me... in my private area under the table. I think it was simply to see if I would object. I was still a child at heart and soul, so how could I object to something I didn't know or understand.

It started with my father rubbing my thigh as we watched television at night. As time went on, he touched me more frequently in more place. One night after my mother had passed away about three years ago, we were alone just my father and myself. When we sat at the dinner table he went a little further into molesting me as he unzipped my jeans at the dinner table and threw his hand all the way down my pants. It was then that he had first touched my clitoris. My body reacted involuntarily and began to lubricate itself encouraging him more. In my opinion, it was him thinking I was getting wet for him that drove him to thrust a finger into my then virgin vagina. It hurt. I wanted to scream out no, but he was my father. I didn't want to defy him or upset him, he was all I had left. At that point it was as far as it had went.

It was about a week after that when my brother went away to a dance camp and I was alone with my father for the first time for a long stretch of time. In that week was when he fully took advantage of my for the first time. I remember the exact day because it was my mother's birthday.

I just turned fifteen had finished my first year in high school. My father told me, that he had picked out a special present for me. When I got home that day I saw a bag with the Victoria's Secret logo on it. Inside was a white lace see through nightgown and a matching silk thong. The sight of it made me want to puke.

I was going to throw it away when my father caught my wrist right above the trash can, with his free hand he slapped me across the face yelling at me to go put it on. Afraid of him, I listened to him instantly and walked back down to the kitchen.

It was July 17th and it was the first day that my father raped me. He slammed my body against the kitchen counter and slid his body hard against mine. Ripping the thong away from the night gown, he unzipped his pants and entered my vagina with a demanding urgency I screamed out in pain demanding that he stop. I tried to push away from him when I felt the blood slide down my legs but nothing worked. He would only hit me for disobeying him. He pounded hid erection into with fury. Every time that I screamed in agony or fear, he would only thrust faster and deeper and harder. When my father was ready to come he pushed me onto my knees and shoved his cock in my mouth making me taste everything from my own blood to his cum.

Disgusted in myself, my father and God for letting it happen I tried to run away the next day only to wake up to him thrusting into my body already. Even as I slept, he released himself in the pleasure of my body sucking my breasts and biting my nipples. I cried and screamed every time it happened at first. After a few months I realized that my screaming wouldn't do any good and I let my father abuse me mentally and physically for the next three years.

I knew my only hope to end the cycle was to go to my Nana and beg for my inheritance from my dead grandfather on my 18th birthday, It was a weak before my birthday on the night of May 15th that I went to my Nana's house to discuss my plans.

When I arrived there I sat in the car for a few minutes before finally mustering up the courage to talk to her. It was as I approached the door that I simultaneously saw my father's car in the drive way and a gun shot shattered the night.

That was the day my father shot Nana Burgendorf.

Sharpay sighed as she finished writing her statement. She hoped it would be enough to at least arrest her father for rape and murder. This was her day. She was going to make him scream and cry for her to stop. In the end her father would regret the day that he ever fucking touched his own daughter. He would regret every single touch, every lie, every painful memory he caused!