A/N: For those of you who read my previous post of the third book in the Irreplaceable Father Series, even though this has very similar bits and the same title, please look upon this as a new fanfiction, separate from the other. Thank you very much. For those of you who haven't read When the Cradle Falls, or Nothing But Miles, please do so, or else none of this will make sense. The title for this fanfiction is to be credited to my good friend 0x0xLOVE and WARx0x0 . Though that phrase is not hers, she gave me the idea to use it.

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY ASPECT OF THE SUITE LIFE OF ZACK AND CODY(CHARACTERS, SETTINGS, THOUGHTS, STORY LINES, PLOTS, NAMES, ETC.) !!!!!!!! I DO OWN THE CHARACTERS OF LISA LEONHARD, AND ERIKA LEONHARD, AND BONNIE BOYDZ, AND CHRIS BOYDZ! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

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Chapter 1:

Several Months Later

Lisa switched on the small lamp on her desk and removed her necklace. On the end of it was a key. She slid the key into one of the desk drawers, and listened for the click. She opened the drawer and pulled out a book with a hard wooden cover. She set it in front of her on the desk. Then, she opened a small jewelry box, and pulled out another key. This time, she slid it into the lock that held the wooden covered book closed. She removed the lock, and opened the book to a page that had been bookmarked. After removing the bookmark, she pulled the cap off her blue pen, and began to write.

Dear Journal, January 3, 2007

I have

Suddenly, Lisa heard the front door open. Lisa sighed. She closed the diary, put the pen back in the holder, re-locked the journal, placed it back in the drawer, and re-locked the drawer. She placed the necklace back on her neck. She walked to her small closet, and pulled out a pair of jeans, a shirt, and a hoodie that read "I Love NYC". She slid them on. Taking a hair tie from her wrist, she pulled her hair back into a simple ponytail. Before leaving, she looked at her face in the mirror. No longer were the eyes filled with joy and excitement. They had been replaced with terror and sorrow. Just one of the many "scars" that several months in this place had given her. She left her room and headed upstairs to the dining room. She glanced at the barred windows, and turned away. She took her seat at the table, the first one there. She sighed.

Slowly, the others walked in. Erika, Zack, Cody, and Carey. Each took their seat at the table. Suddenly, Chris and Bonnie walked in with the dishes of food. Fake smiles crossed Erika, Lisa, Cody, Zack, and Carey's faces.

"Good morning," said Chris, taking his seat. Bonnie took her seat as well. Everyone responded with a sigh of fake happiness.

After breakfast, Lisa headed down to the basement, while the others remained upstairs. She headed straight for the bathroom. About 2 minutes later, she emerged. Opening the door to her room, she stepped inside, and quickly closed the door behind her. She flicked on her light, and walked over to the scale that was in front of her mirror. She looked at the weight and nodded in satisfaction. Lifting up her shirt, she stared at her stomach in the mirror. You could easily see the ribs. She had lost a considerable amount of weight since she had arrived. She had been too scared and too hopeless to eat for a while. For a few months, she ate next to nothing. She didn't want to eat much after Zack's little incident. Chris had noticed Zack putting on a considerable about of weight, and he severely punished and beaten Zack. He locked him in a room for 3 days and fed him only two meals a day consisting of nothing but bread and water. There were then stricter eating rules laid down. Lisa was afraid to eat after watching Chris do that to Zack. Then, Chris noticed that she wasn't eating much. Chris screamed at her and forced her to eat two helping of everything that was on her plate for three weeks. He threatened to kill her if she didn't eat properly. After that, she became bulimic. This way, Chris saw her eating, but she wouldn't get yelled at for putting on too many pounds. Her thin waist and even paler complection were yet another "scar" this dreadful place had given her. She, of course, was the only one who knew she was bulimic.

Erika opened the door to her bedroom, and quietly stepped in. Over the years, she had learned to be very quiet each time she moved. She went to a dresser on the opposite side of the bedroom. Yanking open of the drawers, she pulled out a pair of jeans with butterflies sewn on the pockets. She opened another drawer and pulled out an orange and yellow tie-dyed shirt. She removed her robe, revealing a tank top and a pair of flannel pajama pants. She opened her bathroom door, and went in to change.

While she was changing, Cody came down the stairs carefully. He took advantage of the fact that the doors in the house were only able to be locked from the outside by keys that Chris kept on his person at all times. Quietly, he opened Erika's door, and walked in. He carefully sat down on her bed, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Erika, without noticing Cody, walked to her desk and grabbed a necklace. She slid it around her neck, and buried it beneath her shirt. She turned around and jumped the sight of Cody.

"So, Chris said he was leaving soon," said Cody, smiling at Erika.

"Oh my goodness! You scared me!" said Erika, starting to head towards him. A smile crossed her face. She sat down on the bed next to him.

"I hope you don't mind, the door was open, " he said, gesturing to the door. Erika leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Now why would I mind?" said Erika, getting up and heading back to her dresser to comb her hair. Cody just smiled.

"Do you think we should, at least, tell our siblings about us?" asked Cody.

"But what if they slip to Chris? I don't want to even think about what he'd do to us."

"I thought you trusted your sister with your life, and I certainly trust my brother with mine" said Cody.

"I do, but.."

"But what?" asked Cody, giving her a puzzled look.

"I don't know. Can we wait a while, please?" she asked, walking back over, sitting down next to him, and reaching for his hand.

"I suppose" said Cody smiling, taking her hand, and leading her out of her room and upstairs.

Zack came downstairs and into his room. He pulled an old, worn pillow out of one of his dresser drawers. He began to violently punch it. Harder, and harder, and harder he punched the pillow until his fists were red. He pounded and pounded. Finally, he stopped and threw himself back on his bed, as his sobs violently shook him. Too much had happened since they had left. And it was tearing him apart.

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