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: Whee, I suddenly got rich, money was pouring from the sky! It was awesome! I mean, I was being showered with money! Now, I bought the Suite Life of Zack and Cody, and have begun to write it and such as well! NOT. If I did, would I be writing this?

A/N: Still, I have writer's block for Maddie's situation. Plus, you wanted to know what Kurt was going to do with Cody. Rest assured, there will be no physical abuse for the smart, sensitive one.


-- Kurt's POV --

That stupid, stupid son of mine, just had to tell his brother. And his brother just had to believe him. But no. Cody was not, and I repeat, not, going to find out. No matter how I was going to do this, Cody was going to forget. Cody was going to continue to look up to me. He was not going to be afraid. He was not going to tell Carey. He was not, and again, I repeat not, going to get me landed in jail.

"Come on, son," I said with a smile as I put an arm around him, leading him to a nearby restuarant. A waiter smiled and asked, "The usual?" I nodded, then allowed Cody to order.

"Hey, Code, I'll be right back, okay? I think I want something other than my usual," I lied, standing up and walking to the waiter. "Add some tequila to the Coke, alright? I'll be drinking it, of course. And make it all to go."

The waiter reluctantly nodded, heading off to fulfill our orders as I sat back down by my son. "Code, I think we'll go eat by the park tonight. I know how you like to sit by the small pond and just watch everything."

Cody smiled nervously, but then he nodded. "Alright, Dad. The pond it is."

Soon enough, our food was brought out. I handed Cody the Coke and his food as I paid, then we left for the park. We did, of course, walk there. "This good?" I asked, sitting down on a bench. Cody nodded, taking a sip of his Coke.

"This has a weird flavor to it, Dad," he complained. I took a sip.

"Really? Tastes normal to me," I lied. The kid had to drink it. Then I could say he was just dreaming.

The boy shrugged, chugging down some of the drink then eating some of his food, doing that again and again. Finally we were done, and Cody got up to sit by the pond's edge. I took advantage of the moment to pour some of my left-over tequila into what was left of Cody's soda.

The cups were soon empty, and Cody seemed to be -- how can I put this? -- high. Although, there had been at least six shots worth of tequila in his drink. That would have made a lot of people high, let alone a sixteen-year-old.

"You think you'll be okay by yourself, kiddo?" I inquired, standing up. Cody smiled and nodded, walking off in the direction of some girls. I smirked. Now, my kid was drunk, and he wouldn't remember a thing.