"Okay, Carey. I have found a phyciatrist that specializes with kids. Do you want me to set up an appointment?" said Dr. Beil.

"Yeah. Actually, could you make the appointment for today? I really think that the sooner we start therepy, the sooner Cody will start talking," replied Carey.

"Sure. I'll see what I can do." Dr. Beil left to call the phyciatrist.

While Carey was waiting for Dr. Beil to come back, many thoughts were going through her head. Why isn't Cody talking? How could something be so bad that he wouldn't talk to his own mother? Is he talking to Zack? If he is, why wouldn't Zack tell me? I am their mother after all. I have a right to know. Don't I? What if the phyciatrist can't get Cody to talk? Will we ever find out who shot him? Just then the doctor walked in, and Carey was awaken from her thoughts.

"It's a good thing I called. She only had one more opening. It's at 4:00. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes. That's fine. It's not like Cody will be going anywhere for a while," With that, Carey said her goodbyes to Dr. Beil and left. She was going to see if Cody would talk to her now. Maybe he just needed a little time to think about things before he started talking.

When she walked into the room Cody smiled. Carey was relieved. Maybe he would talk after all. Maybe she didn't need to hire a phyciatrist after all. "How are you Cody?"

His eyes were saying he felt fine, but he wasn't talking.

"Why won't you talk to me Cody? Come on. You can talk to me."

Cody shook his head. You don't understand mom. I can't talk to you. You can make me say anything, and I can't afford to let this secret slip. If I don't open my mouth, you can't posiblly make me talk. I can't talk to you.

"Of course you can Cody. What makes you think that you can't talk to me?"

Mom, I told you. You just don't understand what the consequences of me talking are.

Then Carey grabbed Cody by the shoulders and shook him. "Talk to me Cody! Come on! Say something! Why won't you talk to me?" She yelled.

Cody yelled out in pain. Being shaken was not a good thing right after you have been shot. The yell had brought Carey back down to earth.

"Oh my God, Cody! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to. I'm sorry!" Carey was crying hard now. How could she have done that to Cody? No mother does that to her son. Especially after he's been shot.

Cody began to cry, too. His mother had never done anything like that before. He didn't like it. Cody grabbed his head with both hands and began gently rocking back and forth while crying.

"Oh honey. I'm sorry. You know I would never do anything to hurt you."

Well guess what mom, you just did.

Carey saw the look in Cody's eyes. The one that says that he isn't even sure if he can trust her anymore. This made Carey cry harder. "I'm sorry Cody. I love you." Carey couldn't be with Cody any longer. She had to leave, so she did.

Mom! Don't leave me! Why is everyone leaving me? Don't you know I hate being alone?

"Mom? Are you okay?" Zack could see his mom running down the hall, away from Cody's room.

"I'm fine."

"No you aren't. You're crying."

"Zack. I'm just so frustrated. Why won't Cody talk? Is he talking to you?"

"No, and if he was, you would be the first to know."

"Okay. Thank you Zack."

"Maddie and London stopped by. Cody seemed glad to see them. Well, at least he hugged back when they hugged him."

"That's good. What time is it?" Carey had forgotten to put a watch on this morning.

"It's...about 3:30. Why?"

"A phyciatrist is coming to talk to Cody at 4:00."

"A shrink?"

"No Zack. A phyciatrist. I would prefer it if you didn't refer to them as a "shrink"."

"Okay. Your the boss.

4:00

"Hi Cody. I'm Kathy. I'm going to be talking to you for a little while," Said Kathy, the pyciatrist.

Cody nodded his head. Okay. You can talk to me, but I ain't talkin back.

"So, how old are you?"

You know, you have my file right in front of you. Use it. I'm sure it has everything you need to know about me.

"Okay. Do you want to tell me why you aren't talking to me? Is it because you don't trust me?"

Okay. First of all, I don't know you. Second of all, don't you think I would talk to my family before I ever talk to you?

Things were going like that for a a half hour with Kathy and Cody. Kathy would ask questions and Cody was glare back. Kathy could tell that he didn't really like her at all. In fact, she could almost say that he hated her.

Kathy left after the half hour. She didn't really think much of Cody. It usually took a couple days for her clients to open up to her. She would just keep coming back untill Cody learned to like her.

A/N: The italics are what Cody is thinking. Sometimes Carey and later on, other people, can tell what he is thinking by his eyes. I didn't know if that would confuse you or not.

Sorry. There was a lot of dialog in this. If you didn't like it, well, that's not my problem. LOL. I am trying to get into my story and i am having a hard time with it. I want to get to a certain point, and I am not getting to it as fast as I wanted to, but that's okay. As long as you like my story, that is all that matters.

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