Sorry I didn't put an author's note in the last chapter, it was kind of rushed. I noticed I didn't get many reviews again. Anyway, that chapter was kind of a relaxation and easy going chapter before this one...which I'm actually quite proud of. I hope you can feel the emotion I've been trying to communicate. I was listning to lots of hard rock when I wrote this! LOL Enjoy!

Cody's POV

Her voice cut into my soul and I could remember the tone of her voice when she had spoken to me before about her former life. There had always been something she never told me.

"Because I knew how it felt. Only I've had it worse."

That look in her eyes had meant something; I hadn't been able to put my finger on. But now, I took those pieces together and pushed them in place with the hungry look in Andrew's eyes that I could see now. Tanya looked so small and frightened, but I could tell she knew what he wanted. And that's what scared her. It scared me too, because now I knew it as well as she.

"Don't you dare touch her!" I screamed even louder this time, lifting myself out of the bed. Andrew looked like he had seen a dead person come out of the grave. Well in a way he had.

"Damn kid, you're supposed to be out cold!" he finally found the words to say. But he didn't drop Tanya like I had hoped, but instead gripped her wrist harder, causing her hand to turn a reddish shade of purple. He used his free arm to strike me off the bed and to the floor. I fell to the yellow carpet, breathing hard. I heard Tanya scream again, but it became muffled after less then a second. I peeked up to see him crushing his dirty yellow lips to her small pink ones. He held her head still with his hands, squashing her cheeks, and her body wriggled helplessly.

I wasn't afraid. Instead I felt angry. But it wasn't anger like you would feel during a catfight, or towards your mother when she grounds you. No, this anger was different. It was a protective anger for someone that I loved. I could feel the anger rushing through my veins and eating like acid at my blood. It beat with my heart, fast and heavy, then rose to my face causing it to fall to a crimson color. I clenched my fists together until the nails on my fingers had dug deep enough into my pale skin to draw a few drops of burning blood. That bastard was not going to touch her.

I stormed to where he was on the ground with her, and slung my good arm at him, crushing my fist into his face. I felt rush of satisfaction when I heard a loud crack as my fist met his nose. He dropped Tanya and put his hands to his face, holding his crooked nose in his hand. Blood seeped through the cracks in his hands. Andrew's eyes practically turn bloodshot in front of my face as he finally dropped Tanya to the ground in a sorry heap of tears and screams.

His eyebrows creased into the furrows of his leather skin. I backed away, though still not feeling real fear. I was too angry to be afraid. I was backing away because of wisdom. He took my good arm and began to twist it behind my back. I heard a crack and screamed in obvious pain shooting through my blood and mixing with the anger, causing it to broil even more. With his other hand, he grabbed me at the neck and began to slowly increase pressure. I could feel my breath cutting short as he tightened his grip around my neck.

Andrew sunk down to my eye level, loosening his grip slightly. I swallowed as his eyes looked into mine. He was a horror movie all by himself. Andrew When He's Drunk (rated NC 17) His eyebrows cut deep into the folds of his skin and sweat dribbled down the sides of his face. He smiled, a smile full of pure evil, revealing yellow teeth splashed with black grime. I felt a familiar voice in my head. Cody, he's going to kill you. I ignored it…I wasn't ready to die.

I ignored the pain throbbing in my bones through both of my arms. Surprisingly my 'good' arm felt worse then my 'bad' arm. I could stand his evil smile and breaths in my face of alcohol no longer. I hocked up a huge lugi in my throat and sent it right into his eye. He instinctively let go of my neck to wipe the yellow slab falling down his cheek, but still held my arm, now with an even tighter grip. I could feel the circulation in my arm dying down, and all the power draining from it.

Andrew raised his hand in the air, ready to strike down on me with one of his powerful blows. I cringed as the hand came nearer, until it stopped. Why had he stopped? My question was answered instantly. Andrew was digging his hand in his coat pocket for something…then I saw it.

Now there was a metal pistol pointed at my head. It held my life at the end of it.

"You're going to die kid." He whispered. I don't think so. I reared my legback and sent it flying between his legs. He dropped me, and the gun and held himself in anguish. For less then a second, I wanted to sit and laugh at him. But that urge left me, and then I did a very stupid thing. I ran. I should have picked up the gun, then left with Tanya. But I was feeling fear again now, and fear causes you to do crazy things.

"I darted out of the room, pumping my sore legs that were still not fully recovered from my last beating. My twisted ankle screamed in pain to the rest of my body, begging me to stop. I ignored the cries and sucked in my breath, and ran faster. There was an open door on my left, and I started towards it.

Please be a door to the outside. Please please please! I thought to myself. But my pleas were not answered. Inside the room, sitting on a bed very similar to the one I had spent the last two weeks on sat Lola. She was muttering to herself with her eyes closed when I ran in. Then she opened her eyes.

"Cody? Oh my God, I thought you were dead! Tanya wouldn't let me-"

"Shut up!" I shouted. I hated to be so cruel to the woman who had saved my life, but in the given circumstances it was necessary. "Andrew has a gun, and he's going to kill me!" My voice ended up in hot tears and I hiccupped repeatedly out loud. My breathing was shallow and wheezy as she pulled me into an embrace. I pushed her away. "He'll hurt you too!"

"Oh my God" she whispered. I turned to the door to see Andrew standing there holding the gun in front of him and pointed…at me.

Behind him stood Tanya, shaking uncontrollably with hot tears rushing down the sides of her thin face. I noticed more buttons on her sleeping shirt were undone then when we had went to bed. I could feel my anger returning, but I held myself back.

"Andrew don't you dare!" shouted Lola, obviously horrified by the scene laid in front of her.

"Shut up woman!" he screamed

Do you know how they say that before you die, your life flashes in front of your eyes? Well that's what happened to me, in a way. I breathed in slowly, and in the seconds that it took Andrew to cock the gun, I felt memories rushing over me.

Zack. Mom.The Tipton Hotel. The few friends I actually had. And Tanya.All the days we had spent spun around in my head. I felt a strangeunfamiliar satisfactionwith my life. As strange as it felt for me to be telling myself, I knew I had been happy. My misery that had occurred the last few months was minor, and I knew it. I felt tears welding up in my eyes when I thought about the searches for me that would never end up good. I had to do something.

"Tanya! Get out now! Find Zack and my Mom, and tell them I love them." She was crying loudly, in screaming broken sobs. "Tanya…I love you! Now go!" I turned to look at Andrew now cocking the gun, and stood a little taller. If I was going to die, I was going to die proud. "Go! NOW!" I screamed as athundering crackpierced thestill night air...

Bwah haha ha ha...I just had to put that cliffy in there to torture you guys. Thats right, this is the torturing chapter...I didn't even put any Zack in here! Heehee I feel so evilMuahhahaha But anyway, please review...feel free to flame your anger towards the evil cliffy lol, or compliment my amazing writing! Lol, just messin, but please do review! Or it might be a while before I update...