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: Haha. You should know this by now. If you don't, I feel awfully sorry for you.
-- Zackary Martin's POV --
Maddie loved me. She finally loved me. Or at least, she finally admitted it. And here I was, about to die at the hands of my father and his... minions. His followers. His partners in crime. His stupid 'dogs'. Whatever you want to call them. One bullet coming towards me, aimed at the middle of my back; the other, coming straight at my heart, at my chest. I had only been shot twice in my life, and both of those weren't deep, and they were closer to my thigh, from what I remember. But here I was... If I got hit by just one of them, I would probably die.
I would die, and then it wouldn't matter if she loved me.
"Zack!" Maddie and Cody cried at the same time, as soon as both men had pulled back the trigger half-way. The other man dropped the knife from Maddie's throat to her feet, it missing her shoes by a mere inch or two. He had a wicked smirk on his face, one of victory... What would my death bring? What would it achieve? What would it do that helped them so much?
I dodged one bullet. But the other came, and it scraped past my arm painfully. I had jumped, it was a life or death situation. It didn't just feel like one, it was one. And I had landed with a more painful experience than the bullet. I had hit the table that held Moseby's valuable vase upon it quite hard, and I was almost positive at the time that I had broken at least one rib. But was that enough? No. Just my luck that the vase had to come crashing down. Not on me, but awfully close; glass flew everywhere. And I was just beside the vase, so I had glass all up and down me; and I couldn't move. Call me clumsy if you wish, but I'll always call it trying to live, trying to keep away from my death.
And if that wasn't enough, Kurt was angry. And I mean angry. He was stomping towards me, knife in hand; and the other men had Maddie. But no, they didn't hurt her, thankfully; they pushed her towards Cody and Mom. They both grabbed Maddie and held her tight, as if she was a little girl that had almost come close to death. Then again, she was; except for the little girl part, but she might as well have been.
"You deserve to die, you SOB," Kurt growled, kicking me in the ribs as he looked down on me with anger. "You deserve to die, or everything bad will continue."
"How many times.. must I tell you... that you must be the bitch... that I'm the son of?" I replied, gasping for breath. I tried to sit up, and I failed miserably. But I wouldn't give up. Soon enough, I was sitting up, though it pained me greatly to even breathe, let alone keep myself up.
"SHUT UP!" Kurt yelled. I wanted to cower away, but I was around so many people... I had to act strong. And beside that, I could hardly move. So I couldn't either way. "You caused everything, Zack... And now you'll pay for it."
"What did I... cause?" I asked quietly, but only quietly because I was still having trouble breathing. "What did I do that you didn't already?"
A large hand came swinging around, and hit me hard in the face. I could feel my cheek burning with the pain, and I groaned. "You caused my divorce with your mother, for one thing," Kurt replied, glaring straight into my eyes. I saw the anger, the hatred, that resided there. And it scared me. "If Cody was the only son, then we wouldn't have divorced. And I know you came first, but Cody was always sweeter, so he woulda been easier for us to raise. Got that?"
I could see Mom gasping, and I could see tears falling down Cody's face in waterfalls. How dare he make my brother cry! Then again, it could have been everything that was going on. But no. I wasn't going to stand for my brother crying because of something that started with Kurt. I forced myself to my feet, ignoring my pain. My brother came first... He always had, he always will. One hand clenched itself into a fist, while the other held onto the table for support. But my fist came whirling towards Kurt's nose.
"Leave... Cody out of this..." I muttered. "Look at him... You made... him cry!" My fist went back into contact with Kurt's jaw, and Kurt just seemed to be angrier at this action. Well, who wouldn't be? The knife dropped to the ground as he picked me up by the collar of my shirt, then dropped me, not satisfied. He then grabbed me by the neck.. I struggled for breath, but I just couldn't breathe. I could hear his minions, his 'dogs', his posse, his gang, his... whatever, laughing in the background and Cody struggling for control over his tears as I shut my eyes, preparing for what was coming next. For what I knew was coming.
"In omnia paratus," I whispered. Latin. Prepared for all things. And that I was; I was prepared for what could be coming; death, pain, injury, freedom, destruction, hatred, love, tears, yelling, grief... I was prepared.
"What the hell did you say, boy?" Kurt yelled. "In om-what?"
"In omnia paratus," I said, a bit louder, my eyes opening slightly. "In omnia paratus." I could see Cody's questioning face, looking as if he were going to say, "When'd he learn Latin?" But I didn't care. I just wanted to see him, and Mom, and Maddie before what might be my final moments. And I did.
Right before Kurt, who once I referred to as 'Dad', threw me at the wall of the Tipton.
I fell to the ground with a thud, my breathing slowing down until finally, I was unconcious.
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A/N; Alrighty then, next chapter will be the last, I think. Please read & review!
