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: Same as it always has been. Same as it always will be. For now and forever, I do not own the Suite Life of Zack and Cody. Sometimes, dreams don't come true. However, I do own the song that Zack sings later on in the chapter.

A/N: I know I promised some on Maddie, but I've got writer's block for that right now. So... Here's Carey's POV.


-- Carey's POV --

"Thank you very much," I said with a smile, as a few men and women began to compliment the song that I had just sung. Grabbing my purse from a nearby table, I took my leave.

Of course, I went up to the suite, where Kurt and Cody were talking... And then, just a second after I walked into the suite, Zack stormed out of the bathroom and into his room, slamming the door. But was his face tear-stained? The last time I had seen -- or seen evidence of -- him crying was when he was just a little baby, and I must say, he didn't cry that much back then, either.

"The Codester and I are going to go get something to eat, if that's okay," Kurt finally spoke up, breaking the silence that had fallen upon the room. I nodded, then smiled.

"Okay, but remember, dinner is at six. But seeing as it's only around one, I think you'll be hungry again. Have some fun bonding time, boys."

Kurt smiled at me, mouthing a 'thank you'. After a small peck on the lips, Kurt and Cody left the suite. Kurt was such a perfect husband, or so I thought. Sweet, funny, charming...

My thoughts were interrupted by the light strumming of guitar strings, then Zack's voice singing a song that he had most likely written. I was drawn to it, and couldn't stop listening.

You're fallin', you're grabbing my hand

Pulling me down on the ride

Mmm.. Goin' through hell and back

But you don't care... you don't care

That look in your eyes, that hatred

You don't feel sorry when the belt hits my back

No, that's what you want

No, that's what you need

An anger vent, a punching bag

I'm right there, I'm right there

Gloved hands, knife blades

Does it really matter?

One look at you and you're perfect

But inside, and you're worse than the devil

I can't believe what you do

I can't believe that you can live

That look in your eyes, that hatred

You don't feel sorry when the belt hits my back

No, that's what you want

No, that's what you need

Death, the word has no meaning

Death, you want it for me

Death, that's all you need for me

The cold hard belt is not enough

Black eyes, broken ribs

No, that's not enough

Bloody noses, scars along my back

No, it'll never be enough

That look in your eyes, that hatred

You don't feel sorry when the belt hits my back

No, that's what you want

No, that's what you need

When you're on all fours,

Begging for your life

Trying to survive

But the laughter is your answer,

When you call for help

But no one's there

When the belt hits your back,

You know it's never going to end

No, it'll never end

It'll never go away

I can cry, I can hide

But I'll never truly get away

Look at what you've done to me,

Look at what you've made me see

One more breath, and I'm gone

One more breath, and I'm free

That look in your eyes, that hatred

You don't feel sorry when the belt hits my back

No, that's what you want

No, that's what you need

The song ended and I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I figured that Zack was singing about someone else's troubles, not his own. I bit my bottom lip back and took deep breaths, until the tears had stopped threatening to fall.

Who would have to go through that? Who deserved to go through that? Nobody deserved to, I knew that much. But I was so clueless that my own son would have to be the one going through it.


A/N: I am truly sorry that it was so short, but I felt as if I just had to add some Carey to the story. Now, you can see how some people are getting some big clues as to what's going on... But will it all be okay at the end?