Chapter 2- Dangerous Secrets
Zack took his time to get home, he didn't want to go back but it was the only place that he had to live. It looked like any ordinary house but inside it was his personal hellhole. He took the ladder from the ground and placed it under his window. He had to be very quiet or else his father would catch him, and beat him up again. He lowly climbed the ladder and opened his window. His room was trashed, glass was scattered across the floor, but luckily there was no glass on his bed. He went inside and, with his shoes still on, he locked his door. It had 3 different locks on it so his father wouldn't be able to get inside while Zack was in there. Luckily his bed was right beside his window so if he needed to make a quick escape then he could just jump out onto the ladder and run. He closed his window and lay on his bed and thought of the pretty new girl he had met that afternoon. She had been nice enough to care for him, and had enough control not to ask about his scar when she saw it. Most people would want to talk about it. Unlike Zack. His mother had died about three years ago, from leukemia. And while she was undergoing treatment, Zack's father had started abusing him, blaming him for his mother's sickness. Zack cared for his father; he knew how sad he felt. They had both loved Zack's mother, she was the glue that helped them stay together, but she was gone now, and would never come back again. Somehow Zack's father believed that Zack was the cause of his mother's death. Earlier he had hit Zack with the largest and heaviest thing he could find, in this case, the frying pan. Anything his father could find he threw or hit Zack with it.
A few weeks after his mother died Zack's father tried to kill him. He tried to stab him with a knife, but Zack jumped sideways before it could go all the way into his heart. He only had a millisecond to jump because his father was so large, fit, fast, and strong.
His girlfriend had brought him to the hospital, lying for him about what happened, she had said he tripped at a spot where a piece of glass was hanging and it cut him. Afterwards she told him that she loved him but that she couldn't take it . . . she left him for another guy who had also helped him, his best friend Landon. Zack looked at his drawer, which was covered with torn paper. That had been his second-to-last book. His old best friends, Landon and Janis had given it to him, but they left him, their fear of his dad was too strong. His very last and most favorite book was under his pillow. "A walk to remember." His mother had given it to him right before she died, and even though Zack knew his father wouldn't dare destroy that book, he still hid it from him anyway, afraid that one day his dad would not care anymore.
Zack fell asleep, thinking of how Shyana looked a lot like his mother. It was strange but it gave Zack a bit of comfort when he was around Shyana, it felt like he was given another chance to be with his mother, but in this case, a girl that was just around his age. It was strange, if he ever went out with her, wouldn't it be like going out with his own mother? It was very strange but it gave Zack good dreams anyways.
Zack woke up to a large bang at his door. He widened his eyes and realized it was his father. A big chunk of the door came off. Zack had overslept. Whenever he overslept, the closer he was to death. Zack's father was using a hammer, and a big baseball bat lay on the floor beside his feet. Zack grabbed his book from under his pillow and quickly opened his window. He glanced at his dad who was ready to get into his room, grinning. Zack jumped out onto the ladder and slammed his window. He slid down and knocked the ladder away from his window so that his father would not be able to get down without running all the way downstairs. His father used the baseball bat to hit the window while Zack was still looking back. The spray of glass hit him. He was scratched on his face but he was still o.k. He was bleeding a little, but still ok. He ran down the street to the pier, hoping Shyana would be there. He later decided to read while he waited. It was the 23rd time he had read this book. He stopped for a moment and looked at his watch. It was 1:17 PM. He had had a close call with his father. That is why he always had to wake up extra early in the morning and go back to sleep in the library or on the pier afterwards. He thought his dad still had a chance to be good, a slim chance, but still a chance. Zack's friends weren't able to see it and they never liked being near his father.
What if Shyana doesn't like being near him either? He thought
Well it wouldn't really be a loss yet. He thought she probably already had a boyfriend. He didn't know much about her yet, but he would like to. He daydreamed on the pier about Shyana so much that he didn't even notice she was standing beside him.
"Hey what's' up? I thought you were supposed to come her sunset only." She laughed a little.
"Well, I thought it was a nice day to just spend some time on the pier reading." He said
She smiled.
He's cute, sensitive, and smart . . . he seems perfect so far. She thought
She spotted the scratches on his face
"Did you get scratched by a cat or something?" she asked.
"Uh . . . Yeah." He thought she may be thinking that he gets hurt too much. That he could probably be bad luck or something.
Shyana spotted the book beside him. "You like a walk to remember?"
He nodded "Yeah . . . it's my favorite."
"Mine too!"
Ok now he must be perfect for me! I hope he doesn't have a girlfriend though. She thought
They talked about the book for a while surprised at how much they had in common. After about three hours of A Walk to Remember. They walked down to the nearest subway to get a bite to eat. Talking about a walk to remember all the way there
Zack took his time to get home, he didn't want to go back but it was the only place that he had to live. It looked like any ordinary house but inside it was his personal hellhole. He took the ladder from the ground and placed it under his window. He had to be very quiet or else his father would catch him, and beat him up again. He lowly climbed the ladder and opened his window. His room was trashed, glass was scattered across the floor, but luckily there was no glass on his bed. He went inside and, with his shoes still on, he locked his door. It had 3 different locks on it so his father wouldn't be able to get inside while Zack was in there. Luckily his bed was right beside his window so if he needed to make a quick escape then he could just jump out onto the ladder and run. He closed his window and lay on his bed and thought of the pretty new girl he had met that afternoon. She had been nice enough to care for him, and had enough control not to ask about his scar when she saw it. Most people would want to talk about it. Unlike Zack. His mother had died about three years ago, from leukemia. And while she was undergoing treatment, Zack's father had started abusing him, blaming him for his mother's sickness. Zack cared for his father; he knew how sad he felt. They had both loved Zack's mother, she was the glue that helped them stay together, but she was gone now, and would never come back again. Somehow Zack's father believed that Zack was the cause of his mother's death. Earlier he had hit Zack with the largest and heaviest thing he could find, in this case, the frying pan. Anything his father could find he threw or hit Zack with it.
A few weeks after his mother died Zack's father tried to kill him. He tried to stab him with a knife, but Zack jumped sideways before it could go all the way into his heart. He only had a millisecond to jump because his father was so large, fit, fast, and strong.
His girlfriend had brought him to the hospital, lying for him about what happened, she had said he tripped at a spot where a piece of glass was hanging and it cut him. Afterwards she told him that she loved him but that she couldn't take it . . . she left him for another guy who had also helped him, his best friend Landon. Zack looked at his drawer, which was covered with torn paper. That had been his second-to-last book. His old best friends, Landon and Janis had given it to him, but they left him, their fear of his dad was too strong. His very last and most favorite book was under his pillow. "A walk to remember." His mother had given it to him right before she died, and even though Zack knew his father wouldn't dare destroy that book, he still hid it from him anyway, afraid that one day his dad would not care anymore.
Zack fell asleep, thinking of how Shyana looked a lot like his mother. It was strange but it gave Zack a bit of comfort when he was around Shyana, it felt like he was given another chance to be with his mother, but in this case, a girl that was just around his age. It was strange, if he ever went out with her, wouldn't it be like going out with his own mother? It was very strange but it gave Zack good dreams anyways.
Zack woke up to a large bang at his door. He widened his eyes and realized it was his father. A big chunk of the door came off. Zack had overslept. Whenever he overslept, the closer he was to death. Zack's father was using a hammer, and a big baseball bat lay on the floor beside his feet. Zack grabbed his book from under his pillow and quickly opened his window. He glanced at his dad who was ready to get into his room, grinning. Zack jumped out onto the ladder and slammed his window. He slid down and knocked the ladder away from his window so that his father would not be able to get down without running all the way downstairs. His father used the baseball bat to hit the window while Zack was still looking back. The spray of glass hit him. He was scratched on his face but he was still o.k. He was bleeding a little, but still ok. He ran down the street to the pier, hoping Shyana would be there. He later decided to read while he waited. It was the 23rd time he had read this book. He stopped for a moment and looked at his watch. It was 1:17 PM. He had had a close call with his father. That is why he always had to wake up extra early in the morning and go back to sleep in the library or on the pier afterwards. He thought his dad still had a chance to be good, a slim chance, but still a chance. Zack's friends weren't able to see it and they never liked being near his father.
What if Shyana doesn't like being near him either? He thought
Well it wouldn't really be a loss yet. He thought she probably already had a boyfriend. He didn't know much about her yet, but he would like to. He daydreamed on the pier about Shyana so much that he didn't even notice she was standing beside him.
"Hey what's' up? I thought you were supposed to come her sunset only." She laughed a little.
"Well, I thought it was a nice day to just spend some time on the pier reading." He said
She smiled.
He's cute, sensitive, and smart . . . he seems perfect so far. She thought
She spotted the scratches on his face
"Did you get scratched by a cat or something?" she asked.
"Uh . . . Yeah." He thought she may be thinking that he gets hurt too much. That he could probably be bad luck or something.
Shyana spotted the book beside him. "You like a walk to remember?"
He nodded "Yeah . . . it's my favorite."
"Mine too!"
Ok now he must be perfect for me! I hope he doesn't have a girlfriend though. She thought
They talked about the book for a while surprised at how much they had in common. After about three hours of A Walk to Remember. They walked down to the nearest subway to get a bite to eat. Talking about a walk to remember all the way there
