Disclaimer: I own nothing, never have and never will.

Although the storyline and wording is mine, all mine.

A/N: So, out of my voting stories – three won!

~ Chapter One ~

"Nothing makes us as lonely as our secrets."

Chad bit down on his lip as hard as he possibly could, watching Sonny as she stormed out of her own dressing room after another argument with him. He sighed, looking around the room for a moment before his eyes settled on a black diary.

He smiled to himself as he walked over to it, picking it up and shrugging before opening the first page;

Allison Munroe

He frowned at the way she had written 'Allison', she hated that name – he wondered why she would put it in her diary. He shrugged it off, opening it up to the first page, hoping to find a big love heart with his name inside.

Dear Diary,

I thought that when I was away from Wisconsin all the pain would stop, but no matter how hard I try my best to be Sonny.. it never works. Allison keeps creeping up, fighting her way to the surface as each day gets worse and worse.

But this time I will not let her win, I am not going to be that girl again.

I have friends, a job, a life.. I have so much but still, nothing is working out for me at him.. if only the pain would stop, if only I never had to go home, if only I would be okay...

I should go now, before they catch me – I don't know what they would do if they found my diary collection. Things would just get worse, dad would murder me.. nobody can find out, ever.

Allison

He inhaled sharply, shaking his head as he realized that this was not what he had been expecting, he would have thought he would find smiling faces, pretty drawings, colourful writing, new sketches... anything but this.

He thought about leaving the diary there for a moment, pretending like he had never found it in the first place but he just had to know what Sonny was talking about. He needed to understand what exactly was happening to the girl he secretly liked.

Chad looked at the book in his hands for a second before walking out of that room as fast as he possibly could, making sure he couldn't be seen as he nearly ran into his dressing room. He closed his eyes for a split second before sitting down to open the diary to the next page,

Dear Diary,

Sometimes I wonder why my parents ever bothered to have me, they hate me.. and I don't know what I could have done wrong when I was just a little girl. I just feel like screaming at them sometimes, asking them to tell me what I did wrong so I can make it all better. But nothing ever seems to work, no matter how much money I put into this family, no matter how much I beg, no matter how much I cry... they don't care.

I dream about a life with nice parents sometimes, I think about how Sonny's parents would be. Mum was nice on my first day here, I actually thought she had changed but then two weeks later he came back and she changed back to normal.

It's how she copes – I know that but even knowing that she doesn't mean any of the evil, malicious things she says to me, doesn't make it hurt any less.

And now that I know that without him being here, she can be nice – it hurts even more.

He came into my bedroom again last night...

I am going to beg Tawni if I can stay over hers for a few nights today, maybe when I get back things will be okay.. maybe.

Allison

His heart almost stopped beating as he read the words on the tear stained page, his hands were shaking with anger as his grip on the book tightened, how could anyone hurt her? How could anyone even think about laying a finger on the girl he loved so much?

He looked at his reflection in the mirror, resisting the urge to chuck something across the room as he dropped the diary to the floor, looking down as though it had burned him. He hated Sonny because he cared about her, but at the same time he loved her because she was the only person who had been able to make him care.

He couldn't help but wonder if every smile she had ever given him was fake, if every loud laugh was a lie or if every small sparkle he saw in her eyes was actually a flicker of pain. He bit down on his lip, thinking for a second before picking the diary back up carefully, acting as though it would shatter at any moment.

He knew he had to protect her, he just didn't know how, how could he go about telling her he knew when he didn't want her to find out how he had found out? He sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he thought about it.

He had to make sure she was okay, he had to save her.. but how?

A/N: Eeek, this was fun, poor Sonny. I am evil to her aren't I?

Well seeing as fourteen of you voted for this, then I expect fourteen votes! ;)