Disclaimer: Sonny with a Chance is awesome. But that doesn't mean I own it. In fact, I don't own it. Aw, man. My funny button has a glitch! :p

Excuse me, but I think I need to scream with joy. 25 reviews? I could never ask for that much, thank you so much! I want to laugh and cry when I think about how amazing you all are. Even if you read, alerted, or favorited, I want to thank you. I'm so lucky to be able to have readers like you! Oh, and I would just like to credit TheSongSmith for giving me the idea to make Chad a bit more poetic. If you get the chance, check out her story! He or she is amazing! Well, before I do the whole "On with the story!" bit, I have one question for you guys. Do you want me to begin to wrap this up before it gets too long, or should I keep going? Like, three more chapters, or like, 10 more chapters? The fate of this story rests with you. Choose wisely and honestly. Now….. On with the story!

SPOV

I relaxed into Chad's warm embrace. We had been sitting on the beach in silence for about twenty minutes now. The water was beautiful at night. Chad stirred, and I knew a conversation was about to begin. I had a feeling I knew what it was about too.

"Sonny, what did you mean when you said that Jason asked you out?" I could still hear a trace of panic in his voice, though he hid it well.

I sighed. "Chad, he asked me out. Okay? End of story."

Chad sighed. "Do you remember what I said in the hospital, back when you first woke up?"

I shook my head. "No. Everything was kind of fuzzy back then. How is this relevant?"

He sighed. "Because….. it's part of the reason I think Jason's all wrong for you. Do you remember why you were in the hospital?"

I shook my head again. "No. No one ever told me. I assumed I slipped or something. Look, Chad, can we not talk about the hospital? I don't remember that much, okay? I was in shock for the first few hours, nothing anyone told me made much sense."

He groaned. "Sonny, it's important!"

I rolled my eyes. "Then what is it?" I moved so I was sitting criss-cross next to him, my body turned to face him.

He opened his mouth, but then closed it. "I can't tell you."

I groaned. "Fine. Then tell me this. Why do you have violent mood swings? Why were you crying earlier? Why are you hiding something from me? I thought you considered me your friend!"

He let out a breath of air, suddenly tense. "I kind of guessed you would bring that up sooner or later. You need to know anyway, considering the circumstances."

I tilted my head to the side, confused. "What is it, Chad?"

He was about to respond, but then a flash of light caught his eye, almost like someone was taking a picture.

Chad cursed under his breath. "Stupid paparazzi. Come on, Sonny, we'll continue this inside."

I nodded and let him lead me into his house. When we go thtere, he turned around to face me, but I was staring past him, into the living room. Someone was there. Or, rather, someones.

He looked at me in confusion and then turned. His eyes grew wide, almost as if he was afraid of whoever it was. Swiftly, he moved in front of me, as if protecting me. Shakily, he spoke. "Mom? Dad?"

They glowered at him, and he gulped. Then he did the thing I expected least. Chad Dylan Cooper grabbed my hand and ran both of us up the stairs.

As we made it into his room, Chad shut and locked the door, breathing heavily, face contorted into what could only be described as pain. 'Chad?" I asked tentatively. "Chad!"

He gasped for air, eyes still wide. "Can't. Breathe!" I gasped and plopped him onto the bed, rubbing his back.

"Chad, calm down," I tried. "Breathe. In. Out. In. Out."

He rolled his eyes, and, gasping for air, choke out, "You're just like your mom! I know how to breathe!"

I sighed and rubbed his back until he began to breathe normally. "Why are you scared, Chad?" My tone turned ice cold. "What did they do to you?"

He look at me, a frightened expression on his face. "They don't like you Sonny. But it's okay. They don't like me either." He said it as if it were the most normal thing in the world as he got up and made his way to the mini fridge in his room. "Want something to drink?"

I stormed over to him and seized him roughly. He flinched back. "What did they do to you?"

He sighed. "Look, it's nothing, Sonny, okay? They just don't like me very much. It's not like they abuse me or anything."

I frowned at him. "Then why are you so afraid? And why did you flinch?"

He sighed again. "Like I said….. they don't like me very much. Trust me, they've told me. And as for the flinching, Sonny, I have memories of your past built up carefully, and unless you want me to feel like I'm responsible for the way things are now, I suggest you don't bring it up again!"

I nodded, taking a step back. Chad's tone scared me a little. When I spoke, my voice was barely a whisper. "Do they tell you they don't like you?"

He nodded. "In every way except physically hurting me. They don't want to have to deal with the cops."

Suddenly, in my panic filled brain, the whole day clicked together. "That's why you've been acting s o weird! You knew they were coming!"

He nodded. "Actually, Sonny, they only came because….. you're here. But they'll be gone soon. I won't let them harass you."

Then he took a deep breath and opened his door. "Stay here until I tell you otherwise. I mean it, Sonny."

I nodded, rooted in place, as he walked down the stairs. After about thirty seconds, I heard shouting, and flew down the stairs. Chad's panicked face met me in the living room. "Hey!" I shouted. "Leave him alone!"

Chad's dad moved toward me. Chad was faster. He stood next to me. "Don't touch her."

Chad's dad rolled his eyes and pushed Chad so hard he fell to the ground, hitting his head in the process. He didn't move; It was too late. Chad's father grabbed me and looked me in the eyes. "We just came to tell you we don't like you!"

I refrained from rolling my eyes at him. Blunt and stupid. What else could I expect form someone who doesn't see how amazing Chad is? I worked to keep my tone polite. "Are we done here?"

He nodded and let go, turning to his wife. "Let's go, Amy." She nodded, glared at me, and turned to Chad one last time.

"You're worthless Chad. Just like you always were." Then they turned around and left as suddenly as they'd come, leaving Chad pain-stricken on the floor.

I ran over to him. "Are you okay?"

He nodded, but then his cell phone rang. He sighed, getting up and heading into the kitchen. I hope he's okay.

CPOV

I got up, ignoring the pain in my shoulder from where I'd fallen, and headed into the kitchen. That was the first time my parents physically hurt me, and, of course, Sonny had been watching. I groaned and picked up my phone, trying to sound cheery. "Let me hear you say he-ey!"

"Chad!" barked the person on the other end. Jason.

I seethed. "Leave her alone!"

He knew which her I was referring to. "I will. As long as you don't tell her what happened."

I growled at him. "Psychopath!"

He just laughed bitterly. "Maybe. But if you tell her I'll hurt her. Do what keeps her safe, Chaddy. And I think you know what that is."

I nodded, though he obviously couldn't see it. Okay. But she better be safe."

"Good boy." And he hung up. I shuddered. He better not touch Sonny.

Well, I guess now Chad's secret is out of the bag! Ha, but what'll happen on their date? Oh, and I apologize for the slow update, I was dizzy one night, my parents were out of town for a while, my grandma has no internet, yeah….. you see my dilemma. But I'm home now! Oh, and I wrote a new one shot that I think is some of my best work, so, if you want to, check out Shimmering Stardust! Wow, I have a lot of titles like that. I need a new theme. Goodnight! SMILES!

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