Zack's POV

Three days had passed. I could do nothing but writhe in my own mental pain. The police had found no trace of Cody. No clothes, no tracks, or anything. He was gone.

Mom was hysterical. I could tell that she was going literally crazy. Once she came out of the bathroom with her shirt on inside out. The seams were visible, and there is no way she could have missed it... if she had looked in the mirror that morning. Obviously though, she didn't care anymore. She stumbled out of her room; her eyes were red and puffy. Her hair was greasy and messed up. Despite the problems going on with her, Moseby still made her sing at some events. His excuse? I know you miss Cody, but I can't continue to pay you for lying in my suite weeping. He just didn't understand. Cody was GONE. She had gone to sing that day, and gotten an encore for her song she wrote herself The Price of a Shattered Soul. Everyone said that it was an amazing performance, and that her facial expressions and actions were so realistic. I don't think they understood that she wasn't acting, and that her break down at the end was not part of the song.

I think I was Mom's only comfort. I needed her and she needed me. I was so grateful to have someone to hug when I got home after school. I would sit on the couch and she would sit beside me. If she was home and not at the police station, she would hold me in her arms and gently stroke my hair like I was a baby again. Usually, I would pull away in embarrassment. I wanted to cry, but I never did. I was so used to being the strong twin, who could fix everyone's problems. I was tough, and didn't break easily. But when you know that you are the source of the possible death of someone you love, that hard core melts away. But I still wouldn't cry.

My only other comfort was Max. During breaks at school we would walk down the halls, our fingers laced together. Surprisingly, the principal said nothing. He knew what I was going though, and that even small moments with someone you love are comforting. But even the love of Mom and Max could not fill the hole in my heart that Cody had left.

The fourth day after Cody had left went slowly like all. After the bus dropped me off at the Tipton, I slid my key card into the slot of our suite. It was deserted. Mom was probably at the police again, asking about Cody. I don't think she understood that they weren't going to find him. They did3n't know Cody, or where he could be. They didn't know his thinking style, or where he had went. And no one listened to me when I told them that something had happened to Cody when he went to see Dad. I couldn't tell myself he was dead though. I could feel that he was still alive, and that he was somewhere the police couldn't find him. I sat on the couch alone, with no one to talk to. I needed comfort…I needed Max

"Max? Its Zack"

"Hey Zack"

Max, I feel so horrible"

"Why?"

"Max, I know why Cody ran away. It's because of me. I've been so horrible to him lately. I never talked to him in public anymore, and at home I would continuously diss him. I think he left because he hated me so much or something like that. I don't know, I just know he was suffering depression and couldn't deal. Did you read the poem he left? It was amazing, but so sad."

"Zack…it couldn't just be you. We were all mean to him. I feel guilty too."

"But I'm his brother! I'm supposed to be there for him, not making him feel worse. I've been such a horrible brother too him."

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter anymore. Zack its ok. Stop blaming yourself. Cody was just going through a depression. Sure you probably didn't make him feel any better, but I'm sure it wasn't all about you."

" I can't help blaming myself."

"Stop it! I'm serious! Its not your fault!" Max screamed into the phone. Then I started to cry. I let all those feelings I had stopped up inside pour out. And I could hear sniffling on the phone too. Max was crying too. We sat like that for about an hour, just crying and comforting each other. I don't know what I would do without her.

Cody's POV

I felt like a huge weight was on top of me. Mentally I pushed it off and forced my eyes open. I was not going to die. I couldn't die. I was on a bed. A small bed, but it was still a bed. I felt so tiered, like I hadn't slept in days. I tried to get up, but was greeted by unattainable pain rushing through my body. Everything hurt…my head, my chest, my face, my stomach, and my limbs. Actually, I couldn't feel my left leg. It must have been asleep.

I could hear a door opening, and I sunk deeper into the blanket that covered me. The last person that had come through a door that I could remember had been Andrew. I shuddered as the memories flooded back. I could still feel his anger and hate broiling in my soul to the man that had almost killed me. I could feel someone over me, and the bed sunk in like someone had sat beside me. I kept my eyes shut. Maybe if he thought I was dying he would leave me alone. I could feel soft skin touching my face gently, and the tips of long fingernails brushing my skin. The touch was so gentle it couldn't be Andrew. I forced my eyes open and gasped at what I saw.

Light was streaming in the room from an open window illuminated the face of a young girl. An angel, I was sure. Her hair was a soft shade of brown with golden highlights. It tumbled naturally wavy around her shoulders and fell in her face as she leaned over looking at me. Her face was small, and her skin smooth and creamy. I must have died and went to heaven. This was an angel sitting over me. I could hear a beautiful sweet voice whispering softly.

"So beautiful. I can't believe what happened. So beautiful."

"Are you an angel?" I whispered, my voice was so hoarse."

"Oh my God, you're awake!" She jumped up and smiled. Her smile was so beautiful. No honey, I'm Tanya."

"Daughter?"

"Oh my God, you look horrible. What did he do to you?"

"He hurt me. I want my Mom." I started to cry softly. She took me in her arms and softly smoothed my hair. I didn't even know this girl, but it made me feel so much better.

"I know exactly how you feel. When Lola goes places…Andrew gets drunk a lot." She rolled up her long sleeves she was wearing in the middle of summer to reveal various bruises and scars. Some looked old, but others looked very recent.

"Where have you been?" She looked down.

"The hospital. I came back, and you were like this. Lola was hysterical, but she didn't do a thing to Andrew. She never does. She really likes you." I could feel my heart speed up in anger. How could he hurt this beautiful girl? How could he even attempt to lay a single finger on her…how could he even think about touching her in a hurtful way? I just couldn't understand it. Finally, I broke the silence.

"I'm Cody."

"Like I said before, Tanya."

"So why are you here? I mean, why do you care so much about me? You don't even know me, or what kind of person I am."

"Well first, I saw Lola crying when she took me home. She said that Andrew had almost killed a little boy that looked just like Justin, and that he wouldn't let her take him to the hospital. She had blood on her face, so I'm guessing there was another fight. Then I came in here and saw you, and you looked so innocent. I felt horrible, because I knew how it felt. Only I've had it worse." She looked away with a forlorn look on her face.

"Are they your parents?" I could see tears forming on her face.

"Well, the closest I have. When I was just 5, Andrew just picked me up off the street. He's kept me here ever since, and Lola hasn't done anything about it. She's got a good heart, but she practically worships Andrew. She doesn't see the true him at all."

"Why did he take you? What kind of bastard is he?"

"Please, I don't want to talk about it." I could see the hurt in her eyes. Something was bothering her and I wanted to help. I couldn't believe the connection I felt towards this girl I had just met. I felt like I had known her for years. We had so much in common.

"We can't stay here Tanya. I know I can't, and I don't want him to hurt you." I felt determined. I had to save this beautiful and completely amazing girl from the pain that I had experienced…how long ago? "How long have I been here?"

"You've been out for four days. I'm amazed that you woke up. I thought you were going to die for sure." She stared at me sadly. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and gritted my teeth at the pain. If I was going to leave, I was going to have to walk.

Tanya. She just popped into my head last night and I'm like, if I put Max and Zack together I have to get someone for Cody too. Why didn't anyone review my last chapter?I only got a fewreviews. That made me so sad :( Please review this chapter! And could you guys do me a favor? Please tell me exactly what you think about it. Tell me what you think is good, or bad, about the story. Thank you so much to my regular reviewers, I love you guys thanks sooo much!