Okay… so this is my first attempt at a fanfiction where abuse is involved. It will probably be either a twoshot or a threeshot. I know I could turn this into a full fledged story but understand that writing this was like a break from my other story.

Before you read this please note that there are some things about abuse that I will never be able to fully understand. But this is my take on it, please just read the first chapter and tell me if it sucks, okay?

I shifted uncomfortably in the metal chair, I was in a small, dark room. I couldn't believe that I was here, inside of an interrogating room at the police station. How could all of this happen to me? Just a year ago I was living the life every girl dreamed of, good friends… great boyfriend, annoyingly lovable brother… and a functional family life. How could it turn into this? I lost communication with all my friends, my boyfriend and I drifted apart so he dumped me and went for my former best friend… they're currently in a one year relationship. And my annoyingly lovable brother… he wasn't quite at his best at this moment. The door opened, and a tall, plain faced woman stepped through the door.

"Hi, you must be Sharpay." She said, sitting across from me.

"Yeah…" I said, trying my hardest to smile back. She was talking to me like I was an eight year old, I didn't like being here at all, and she wasn't making it any easier.

"Look, I know this must be hard for you but just tell me exactly what happened this morning." She said, trying hard to sound sympathetic.

I closed my eyes, trying my hardest to get myself to say something… anything, just so that she would stop looking at me like I was a victim. I didn't want to be a victim, even though I knew I was one. "Sharpay…" The lady said, placing her hand over mine. I jumped, opening my eyes and straightening my posture. "If this is about your brother, he'll be fine. The doctors said that he should be waking up pretty soon."

I couldn't blame her for bringing up Ryan… she probably thought she was helping. It didn't help at all. It only brought memories of the morning flooding back to me…

"Sharpay, we need to get out of here, someone have to call the police or something." Ryan said as him and his sister stood outside their father's bedroom.

"You can't… he's our dad Ry. And besides, who will you tell? He is the police." Sharpay said in a hushed tone.

"It doesn't matter… maybe just the negative attention will get some kind of back ground check filed, maybe he's hurt someone else too, do you really want to see this happen to someone else?" Ryan whispered.

"Stop pretending to worry about it okay? He's never touched you, you're fine." Sharpay hissed.

"Do you really think I pretend to worry when I see these everyday?" He asked, pulling up Sharpay's sleeve to reveal dark purple bruises lining her arm. Sharpay winced at both the sight and the pain that she felt on contact with them.

"It's not as bad as it looks Ryan, it was an accident." Sharpay lied to herself.

"Sharpay, it's not okay for him to come home drunk every night and just hurt you for no reason." Ryan said loudly.

Sharpay gave him a look, the last thing they wanted was for him to wake up now. It was too late. "Go Ryan, he's awake, I don't want you getting into trouble."

"But Shar-"

"Just go!" Sharpay screamed. She covered her mouth quickly.

"Sharpay? Was that you?" A voice came from the bedroom.

Sharpay squeezed her eyes shut. "Yeah dad, I'm sorry, I was practicing for the school play, I shouldn't have gotten so loud." She prayed that the excuse would work.

"Just shut up and get in here…now!" No such luck. She gave Ryan an apologetic look and opened the door…

I snapped out of it when I heard a ringing sound… were cops allowed to take cell phones into interview rooms? Well this cop wasn't such a good interrogator in the first place so it wasn't that big of a surprise. "Listen, Sharpay… I can see you're uncomfortable, so how about you take a breather, jut sit out in the lobby for a bit, let all of this sink in." She said, obviously making excuses.

I accepted it none the less, anything to get out of this room. I got up weakly and headed to the door. Today could easily be named as the worst day of my life. I sat on the stiff couched in the lobby, they were only slightly more comfortable than the cold metal chair in the interrogation room. "Sharpay?" A familiar voice called. "Is that you?"

"Troy… what are you doing here?" I asked frantically.

"Um… my mom works the desk." He said with a shrug. I mentally smacked myself for not recognizing Mrs. Bolton when I saw her. "And what are you doing here?" He asked. I looked down, not knowing what to say. "Okay, so I guess you don't want to tell me then."

"No offence, but it's none of your business." I snapped, resuming defensive mode.

Troy (as always) didn't take it personally. He took a seat next to me and settled in, he was evilly persistent and I hated him for it right now. "That's alright, we don't have to talk about that." He shrugged.

There was a long, incredibly awkward silence. "So, how are things with Gabriella?" I asked as a last resort, my ex-boyfriend and my ex-best friend's relationship wasn't quite something I would usually bring up.

"Fine… just fine." He answered uncomfortably. We sat there in silence for another minute before Troy decided to start talking again. "Look Sharpay, I really hate that we never got the chance to talk about how it ended between us."

I was pretty much shocked at the sudden turn of this conversation. I managed to stay calm though, after putting my thoughts together I managed to answer. "Its fine Troy… you fell for someone else, I get it." I said, neglecting to mention that 'someone else' was my best friend at the time.

"That's not it." He said quickly. I looked at him for a second, since when did he get so serious? He was never like this when we were dating. "I don't know, last year it was like you weren't telling me something. You started freaking out at the most random things, and you would never tell me why. I was worried about you Shar." He said. All of a sudden I felt really guilty. Troy really cared about me, and I just threw it away because I was too much of a coward to tell him what was really going on. "I figured it had something to do with us… and I didn't want to be the one who was making you so paranoid all the time… so I ended it."

"Funny, you sure seemed to bounce back quickly." I said, but I immediately regretted saying it. He was being so nice and I was being so idiotic. "Listen, I didn't mean that-"

"No… you did." Troy said, once again surprising me. What exactly happened since we broke up? "The whole thing with Gabriella was just a huge mistake. We were both so we started talking… then we went from talking about you to talking about us… and before I knew it we were being voted cutest couple of the year." He said with a small laugh.

"But you two seem so… in love." I said, still soaking all of this in.

"Me and Gabriella? No way. I can't even imagine us being in love… it just isn't there you know?" He asked. I nodded, not quite knowing how to react. "So… um… I know where they hide the coffee around here, would you maybe want to come with me to get a cup?" He asked.

I looked up, just realizing what was going on. "Oh… um well, I'd love to, but…" I trailed off. I blushed, I sounded so stupid at that moment.

"No… it's okay, really. I shouldn't even have asked." Troy said, getting up.

"That's not it Troy, seriously, this has nothing to do with you." I rambled, knowing that I made no sense what so ever.

There was another long pause. It was just so awkward between us these days, and I hated that. "Listen, maybe we should just forget I ever said that." Troy said.

I nodded reluctantly and forced a smile. "Sure… let's just forget it."

Troy smiled and sat back down. "So, you never told me why you're here."

My smile faded, I almost successfully forgot about that. But it was too late, I was remembering again…

"Do you want me to lose my job!?" Michael Evans yelled at his child.

Sharpay looked down. "No…I don't, I was being stupid."

"Well I'm gonna lose my job if I don't get enough sleep! I'm doing this for you! Do you think you could have all your little Prada purses and Gucci sun glasses if I didn't go every day and bust my ass for you!?" He yelled in her face.

"No… I'm a stupid, stupid kid. And I'm sorry I disturbed you, it won't happen again." Sharpay said, biting her lip and fighting her desperate urge to both cry and talk back. She knew they would both just make this harder and more painful.

"You better be damn sure about that, because if not-" He didn't bother finding the proper word, instead he just demonstrated my whipping his hand across her already numb face. Luckily or her, she kept her balance, she knew if she fell that would earn her a few sucker punches that would hurt like hell. "Now let me sleep and if I hear a word out of you…" He trailed off, hearing something a bit more troubling.

Sharpay listened too. 'Please don't do this now Ryan' she begged silently. It didn't work. She heard his voice loud and clear. "… Please get over here now, my father is hurting my sister and-"

"What do you think you're doing?" Mr. Evans stormed out of the room, violently pushing past Sharpay, to see Ryan on the phone. Instead of taking the phone back, he yanked entire cord out, disconnecting the phone line.

Sharpay looked at Ryan worriedly. He had no clue what would happen now, he was being way too confident, but it was too late, she could only stay silent and watch now. "I'm protecting my sister." Ryan stated firmly.

"That little slut? Why? She deserves all of this, don't you?" He asked, looking at Sharpay.

She blinked back tears and nodded, she had no other choice. Ryan looked disgusted. "I already called the police, they're on their way here. You can't do this forever."

"Yes I can, I have the badge, no way will anyone believe you. I can do anything I want to this bitch." Mr. Evans said, motioning to Sharpay.

"They may not believe me, but this is a big enough accusation to start an investigation. And since the hand marks on Sharpay will match your hand you'll pretty much be sent to jail. I would have thought a cop would have been smart enough to cover that up." Ryan smirked. Bad, bad move. Mr. Evans lunged at him angrily, pushing him backwards… right down the stairs…

"Sharpay? Are you okay? You just blanked out for a second." Troy said.

I rested my head in my hand, I had the hugest headache. "I'm fine, it was just that-"

"Sharpay Evans to room thirty four, I repeat, Sharpay Evans to room thirty four." A voice came over the intercom.

Troy gave me a puzzled look. I stood up. "I think I'd better go." I said quickly.

"Room thirty four? Isn't that an interrogation room?" He asked.

"I've really got to go now." I said, starting to walk away.

Troy grabbed me by the arm, gripping a bruise. Making it both excruciatingly painful and totally awkward. "Wait, are you in trouble or something? Are you okay?" He asked.

"Don't touch me!" I said loudly. Troy let go, looking worried. I stepped back and held my arm, it hurt really badly.

"Sharpay… I didn't mean t hurt you." He said, still sounding extremely worried.

"Well you did." I snapped.

"Is your arm okay? I mean, I didn't grab you that hard." He said. He took a step closer to me. "Let me see…" He said.

"No, get away from me." I said, squirming away.

"No! Let me see." He said, he got a hold of my wrist, and pulled my sleeve up quickly. He took a step back when he saw my arm, it wasn't a pretty sight.

"Sharpay Evans to room thirty four, I repeat, Sharpay Evans to room thirty four." The voice came over the intercom again.

I pulled my sleeve down. "I-I… I have to go." I said. I tried walking back down the hall as fast as I could but he followed me.

"What's going on? Are you okay?" He asked.

"Just leave me alone." I said, walking faster.

"What's with all those bruises?" He asked.

I turned around. "Look, this is exactly why I never told you anything when we were going out." I snapped.

Troy stepped back, I'll admit, it was a cruel thing to say, but I was desperate to just get away from him at that point. "Excuse me, but this is a closed wing. You have to leave." I turned around, the detective who was interrogating me (badly I might add) was actually saving my ass. I decided to let her do the talking this time, I didn't want to get myself into more trouble.

Troy gave me a look then turned around and left. There was no doubt anymore, this was the worst day of my life.

Okay… so there is chapter one. I'll only have about three chapters to this so don't expect a novel. This is like, the third rewrite I did of this, I really wanted to see if I could write this because I'm usually not a very complex thinker. So just tell me if it sucks. FLAME AWAY!!! But constructive criticism and advice for improvements would be much more appreciated.