Alone
Summary: Kurt and Carey have remarried. But, two months after the marriage, Kurt starts to abuse his older son. Not Cody, not Carey -- Zack. And only Maddie will listen to him. Zack x Maddie
Disclaimer: I don't own the Suite Life of Zack and Cody. I wish that I did, however. That'd be plain out awesome.
-- Kurt's POV --
Why did that stupid son of mine have to go and rat me out to some worthless, stupid candy counter girl? That was just plain out wrong. What kind of son does that to his own father? It's like divorcing with your wife when you both still love eachother.
And what did my son see in that girl anyway? I know that he's had a crush on her for years. Sure, she was pretty. Quite beautiful, even. But what else was there to her?
I smiled. The boy was definitely a lot like me, no matter how much he wanted to disagree with that. He loved a pretty face. Truth be told, I didn't really love his mother. Well, not love love. I loved her pretty face. There were prettier women out there, true, but Carey was the only one that'd be willing to marry me.
Was that his plan with that candy counter girl? My smile turned into a smirk. Taking out my cell phone, I dialed a number on my phone. "Hey, Jacques. Will you meet me at Tom's Bar in a minute? Yeah, okay. See you there." Jacques was a man maybe a year or two older than that candy counter girl. Hopefully, they'd get along well, and he'd steal her from Zack's arms.
I drove to the bar, and only had to wait two minutes for Jacques. When he entered, he immediately found me and sat beside me. We were in the back, where we could converse quietly. "Okay, Kurt, who do you want me to get with this time?"
Believe it or not, Jacques has done a lot of jobs involving ladies before. He always seems to enjoy them, and that's why I know he'd do it for me, and only make me pay if it doesn't work out. "The candy counter girl at the Tipton," I replied, taking a sip of my beer.
"No problem, Kurt. She's actually a hottie, and I wouldn't mind her." He smiled, obviously liking my pick of the girl. "Is this another one of those if-it-doesn't-work-out-then-it's-fine jobs, like last time?"
"No," I replied firmly. "This is more of a... make-sure-you-get-her kind of job. Pretend to be anybody, just get her. Understood?" I looked the younger man straight in the eye.
"Understood. And believe me, I'll do whatever it takes." Leaving money on the table to pay for the beers, Jacques stood up and walked out of the bar, the smile still plastered to his face.
A/n: Sorry for it being so short. I just felt like I needed to add this, so you know more of what's going on.
