Author's Note: Life is a terrible thing that should be slept through. Also, Silent Rumble(and any other concerned Cody fan), please note
that I don't hate Cody or anything, I just feel like, of all the characters, he would be one of the characters to get more tormented and be
unable to do anything about it. Plus, since he's smart he'd find a way out, unlike Zack who is tough and not-so-smart. But don't worry,
Cody's my favorite character besides Maddie, though here he gets hurt really bad.
4.
Cody woke up and looked in horror as Kurt as standing in the room, holding a knife, staring down upon him like he was about to end
the life of his son. Cody gasped, then pushed himself back into the corner of the room, trying to get away from his dad. Kurt walked
closer, and said,"Get over here," and grabbed Cody by the wrist and pulled him off the bed and threw him upon the floor. Cody turned
his head to see Kurt turn him over, then pick up his right hand and bring the knife to his wrist. Without warning, Kurt put the jagged end
of the knife, the part used for cutting, against Cody's wrist and slid it down. Cody burst out loud, screaming at the top of his lungs,
crying, as the rough, jagged, pointy metal pierced his skin, leaving red, hot, strings of pain throughout his hand and wrist. Blood came
seeping down out of his wrist, as Cody was crying and begging his dad to stop. Kurt completely ignored his son, and cut even harder
and faster. Cody's face was red from pain and crying, and he jerked around violently, trying to ease the pain. Seeing that he couldn't cut
his son much longer, Kurt put the knife into the tiny slit of his son's wrist, and brought the knife down his wrist, cutting it wide open. He
then let go of his son's wrist and walked away, taking the knife with him. He closed the door and locked it, and as he walked away he
heard his son screaming in pain and horror, and crying, all at the same time. Well, soon after selling his body to those guys for sex, I'll
get enough money from them to move to a different country, where I'll never be found. Kurt smiled, and made a slight laugh in his
throat, and went to the bathroom to wash the blood off the knife. Afterwards, he left the house and went to get something to eat, and
wondered if his son would ever commit suicide to escape the torture.
It was only eleven in the morning over in Boston. Maddie had to work early today so that she could work extra hours for more pay, so
that she could buy her mom something nice for her birthday. She wanted to go up to the Martin's suite to comfort them, but Mr.
Moseby had been strict on the rules, but Maddie knew that deep down Moseby felt as bad as she did, and so did everyone else in the
hotel. Even London. Of course, she had just figured out that Zack and Cody had been related, so she just said,"Well, at least he wasn't
in your family for longer than he was or else it would be really painful for him to leave you." Everyone had then glared at London, and
she wondered what she did wrong. Maddie looked up and saw Zack and his mom Carey leaving the hotel, and asked them if they
needed anything from her. "No, thanks for the offer though Maddie. It means a lot to us," was Carey's reply. Zack didn't say anything,
he didn't even bother to look at Maddie. Ever since Cody had been taken away, the Tipton had been getting worse and worse. Maddie
wondered if the St. Mark's would beat the Tipton in competition if things kept on going the same way.
Cody was in his room, alone in the dark. The window had been covered by some wood, courtesy of Kurt Martin. Cody was still crying,
and his wrist was still bleeding. His whole arm, and the floor, was covered in thick, red, sticky blood. Cody knew he would have to
break out of the house, or soon he could get killed by his dad. But before he could do anything, Cody would have to stop the bleeding.
He took off his shirt, and wrapped it around his wrist. He walked over to his bed, and turned on the TV and lay on his bed for half an
hour, not really watching the TV. He took the shirt off his wrist then, and noticed the bleeding had almost stopped. Fifteen minutes later,
his wrist stopped bleeding, though it would need stitching. Cody walked over to his door and tried opening it, but to no avail. It was
locked from the outside, leaving him trapped. Once again falling into an abyss of despair and sadness, Cody fell to his knees, staring at
the door that blocked him from a chance of escaping into paradise. "God, please help me," he whispered.
Kurt had finished breakfast, and went to the clinic and brought some bandages, disinfectant cream, sleeping pills, and Tylenol, so that
Cody wouldn't have to go to the hospital, and so Kurt wouldn't have to risk getting caught and thrown in jail. As Kurt headed home, he
wondered how he could spend the rest of his day. He couldn't leave Cody home all day, or he might try to get out, and if he did, it
would be all over. Grunting from aggravation, Kurt decided to go home and put the bandages on Cody's wrist, and give him the sleeping
pill so that he would be out for nine hours or so. Afterwards, he would go to the movies to see something in the horror genre, perhaps
Violence, or maybe Skeletons. Then again, there was Pacifier he could see, but he would have all day. He could see all three if he
wanted to. As Kurt neared home, he decided Cody should eat something so that he doesn't starve to death, but not to have to much so
that he will be skinnier, and get paid more for his skinny body. It seemed to Kurt that if you found a way around the flaws, life could be
pretty damn sweet.
Cody heard his dad park in the driveway. He waited for a few minutes, and heard the front door open and close, then Kurt called his
name. Cody responded, and then the door open and Kurt came with a first aid kit. He sat Cody on the bed, and wrapped Cody's wrist
with bandages, after first cleaning it off with a bottle of water he got from his kitchen. After the wound had been properly treated, Kurt
gave Cody a sleeping pill, and told him it was to prevent him from getting an infection. Cody didn't believe Kurt, but could do nothing to
stop him. He took the pill, and Kurt left. Cody turned on the TV, and soon started feeling tired. It then hit him, Kurt had given him a
sleeping pill. Realizing that no matter what he did, he wouldn't escape the house, Cody let himself fall asleep, to find himself in a
nightmare.
Cody was back in the Tipton hotel, laying in his bed across from his brother. He looked across, and saw Zack laying on his bed,
snoring. He then thought about his mom, and Kurt, and then heard a scream outside his room. He was scared into shock, and unable to
move. Zack woke up from the scream, and Cody rolled off his bed and ran over and hid by Zack's bed. Just then, Carey came flying
through the door, bleeding from the throat. Kurt appeared with a large knife, and looked down on his first dead victim. He looked up
and saw Zack and Cody, and walked over to Zack. He screamed as Kurt stabbed him in the throat, instantly stopping his scream. His
eyes grew wide as blood shot out from his throat soaking his bed. His face went blank, emotionless, and lifeless. Cody screamed as
Kurt got up over the bed and reached towards him. He got up and ran towards the door, barely avoiding Kurt's lunge at him. As he
opened the door, he got out of the suite and saw Maddie, London, and Mr. Moseby dead. He screamed as Kurt came behind him and
put an arm around his neck. He was lifted into the air, and felt a sharp pain, so sharp it made him squeeze his eyes shut as he screamed
in pain. Kurt had stabbed him in the back. He then pulled out the knife, and dropped Cody on the floor. He turned his only remaining
son over and stabbed him in the heart, and left the knife there. As Cody was seconds from dying, he could feel his body functions stop.
He looked around as everything got blurry. Kurt walked away and-
Cody woke up screaming. He was breathing hard, gasping for air. Sweat was rolling down his head, and his head was wet from all the
sweat. He looked around, realizing he was back at Kurt's house. He thought that in any second Kurt would come in and whip him, or
give him to the men, or hurt him, but he didn't. He was safe, for now anyways. How long will it last? Will I ever escape? These are the
questions that Cody pondered as he prayed to God, whom he was losing faith in, and then tried to talk to Zack. After a moment of
trying, Zack responded. Cody? Yeah Zack, it's me! Cody how's it going? Cody started crying, and before he could continue on no
longer he said Please, help me. He's hurting me. Please, save me.