The room was dark, eerie. Water drip dropped in a corner somewhere, unseen by his eyes. A man stood ever so far away from him, caressing his cheek with one hand while the other ran along his small thigh. A whimper escaped his lips, and the man only grinned.

"Don't worry, boy. I'll make sure that everything will be alright.." the man spoke in a seductive tone.

Moving inwards, he could feel the heat from the man's lips upon his own, and nothing but fear grew inside his body.

Hands slithered all around him, touching him in places that were never meant to be touched, and as the man slowly pulled down his pants and forced him onto his hands and knees, an hidden feeling surfaced inside of him. And within only seconds did nothing but pain sear through him…

Cody shot forth from his laying position, sweat pouring down the sides of his face. His face was a ghostly white, and his breathing came in quick breaths. He looked around the room, seeing his twin sleeping soundly on the other side of their shared room. His breathing was steady and deep, unlike his own. Lifting his arm, Cody wiped the drench off of his forehead and cheeks with his bare arm, then looked around. The room was an uncomfortable pitch black, and only fear bubbled inside of him now.

It had been at least three weeks since he had been savagely raped, and no one knew about it. Cody Martin was too afraid to tell anyone for in fear of what they might think or do. So much so, that he has refrained from going to the doctors or anywhere near a hospital. Or for that matter, anywhere outside of the suite. The real world was too scary for him now.

This meant that he had gotten no medical treatment since that night, and he constantly finds himself awake every night due to not only nightmares, but to an infection. It pained him to move a lot of the time, however to cover it up he simply told people that he was too busy doing his homework. You had to sit to do that sort of thing.

What Cody feared the most though was what would happen if his family found out? How would his mother feel about it? What about Zack who lay so innocently asleep in his bed, dreaming of cotton candy clouds and butterflies? This troubled him so.

Cody gave a light sigh, finally being able to catch his breath after those quick shots of air. His heart still pounded furiously inside his chest, but as his breathing slowed it too seemed to settle down into a simple array of beats. He gently pulled the covers off of his small body, sliding off the bed to inspect it. As he stood before it, it was clear that he had been furiously sweating throughout the night. His pillow bared a single wet spot, larger than his own head. But what really got his attention was the fact that something wet drenched his pearly white sheets. It wasn't clear to him, so Cody took this chance to rummage through his night table quietly, pulling out a flashlight and flicking it on.

What he saw made him cringe painfully.

A red patch coated his sheets, and even managed to seep onto the under covers of his blanket. It clicked to him, and Cody quickly glanced down. His green plaid pyjama pants were soaked in possibly a mix of both wet and dry blood, and some had come onto his shirt. He guessed that while the puddle was still wet, he was tossing around in it and got some of his grey night shirt.

Glancing over his shoulder at Zack, making sure he was still asleep, Cody quietly tiptoed out of the room and into the bathroom, being as silent as a mouse. If his mom saw this, God only knew what she would do.

Cody closed the door with a small click behind him, and he meandered over to the mirror. There was more blood on him then he suspected. There was a small bit on his cheek, and his hands and arms were patched here and there. Even a smudge mark was across his forehead from when he brushed the sweat away.

Setting the flashlight down on the sink top, he shone the light on him and then slowly began to take off his shirt. He placed it in the tub, then pulled off his pyjama pants and boxers. Once they were set in the tub, Cody turned around and glanced at the figure that stared back at him; blood stained and helpless. A flash flew in front of his eyes, showing him a replay of one horrific moment.

Letting out a soft cry, tears flowed down his cheeks as his small body was being rocked back and forth.

"Don't worry…you're amazing.." came the voice of the man as he took over the child he was caressing and coming so close to. "You're amazing.."

Cody flung himself at the sink, letting out an soft, unheard cry. His eyes swelled with moisture, coming along his eyelid and slipped down in individual tears. Monster green eyes stared angrily at the reflection of himself, concentrating on his legs. He could see--and feel--a wet substance gliding along his inner thighs. It pained him to even look at the blood that shouldn't even be there, and if he tried to clean it up it only seemed to hurt more.

With one final thought, he gathered up the courage to tend to what he could reach. It was probably not wise to do it himself, but there was no way he was going to step foot out the suite door. Using toilet paper and loads of rubbing alcohol, he cleaned up what he could himself, making sure he wasn't to bleed for the rest of the night. Then, he stumbled over to the tub where his soggy pyjamas lay. He stared down into the mess until he bent over, quietly turning the taps to get the water flowing.

Cody sat there, taking a few several moments to wash his clothing until most of the blood was gone and floating in the once cleansed water. It was lucky that his mom was leaving for an early shopping trip tomorrow with Maddie, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get passed her seeing the blood on his sheets. All he had to do was get up earlier then Zack, and quickly rush to do the laundry and make his bed before his brother woke up.

Draining the water from his clothes, he hung them along the shower bar. There they hung, dripping slightly. Cody stared them lifelessly before reaching around, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He then wiped those pain wracked tears away, and exited the bathroom. His mother slept without a sound as he tiptoed passed her. Boy was she lucky not to know his misfortune.

Cody entered his room with a small audible click from the door, and wandered without a audible sound passed Zack, rummaging through his dresser and putting on a new set of attire. With that, he tucked the blood stained towel under his bed where a whole pile of stained once white towels lay. He then reached over his bed, covering the stain and sweat covered pillow with his blankets while also grabbing his untouched blankie.

Turning around, he avoided what sat on the floor to make his way over to his older twin brother.

"Zack.." he whispered, lingering over the edge of his bed. "Zack…." Shaking his brother ever so lightly, he heard him let out a soft moan. Zachary's head turned to the voice of his brother's location, and stared into the darkness until his eyes adjusted. There, he could see his brother standing there, a fear filled look was plastered on his face.

"..Y-yeah, Code? What's wrong?" he asked, propping himself onto his elbows as he stared up into the abyss.

"I.." Cody started, wishing oh so desperately to tell Zack what was wrong with him, truly, but something prevented him from doing so. He decided that he would only tell half the truth. Again. "..I had a really bad nightmare…" he finished.

Zack sighed heavily and moved over, pulling the covers open, inviting his little brother into an envelope of warmth. He watched as his brother crawled in next to him, pulling the blankets over himself while bringing his own security blanket closer to him.

"Do you wanna talk about it..?" Zack found himself saying, though for some reason he really wished he had just not asked that. Cody looked over his shoulder to his brother, feeling a few tears slip down his cheeks.

"N-no…it's fine.." he murmured into his blankie, still feeling that strange fear as it bubbled in the pit of his stomach. That fear caused him to move over slightly, cradling himself against Zack as more tears fell down his cheeks.

The oldest Martin twin gave his brother a surprised look at first, but it was quickly replaced with sympathy. Wrapping his arms around his much smaller brother, he brought him in for comfort and closed his own eyes. "Alright, then try and get some sleep.." he mumbled. He felt Cody nod against the pillow, melting right into his protective brother as for once, in the last few weeks, had he managed to finally get a proper sleep.