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?
