Author's Note: Hey, it's the end of time. We all will see it in our lifetime. We all will die violently. It's painted in the sky, we all can see it but ignore it, and live our lives. The fear of dying, it, finds us no matter where we hide ourselve. Hide, someplace in hell.

Warning: Rape. More detailed, but nothing that would make this a pornographic chapter.

5.

Kurt had just gotten back from the movies with his friends. He had decided to see the movie Skeletons with his friends to whom he sold Cody's body to. Afterwards, they went out to a bar and had some beer, but not enough to get drunk. They spent three hours there, since they figured Cody wouldn't get up until late that night. After going to the bar, however, the guys decided to head home as they were getting tired. But first, the men would have some fun with Cody. The three men handed Kurt $900 each, and he drove them home. Kurt smiled as he just got $2700 richer, and sped up so that they would get home sooner before they decided to get their money back.

Cody heard his dad get back home, and wondered what time it was. The wood blocking his window blocked out all of the light, so he couldn't make an accurate assumption for the time. He then heard his dad talking to some people, and his heart momentarily froze. It was the men who had raped him. He heard a shuffling of footsteps, then they grew louder and louder, like his heart did. He heard someone rattling the doorknob, and looked to see it finally open. Through the door came Kurt and his three friends. Cody, laying against the side of his bed, looked up to see the men who would soon be torturing him. Zack! Help me! Please! Help me! Cody thought in his mind, trying to telepathically contact Zack as the men threw him on the bed, locking the door as Kurt left the room. They approached Cody and undressed him while covering his eyes as they started kissing his neck, and the kisses went further down to his stomach. He got tears in his eyes, and the man covering them and kissing Cody slapped him across the face. They then pulled the rest of Cody's clothes off, and had their way with him once again as they touched him everywhere, kissing him everywhere, making him feel filthy. Making him feel worthless as they got lower and lower..

Four Hours Later

Cody lay on the bed, naked, covered in filth, and wetting the bed with his tears. Nothing was clean on the bed, but he no longer cared. The men had left, thanking Kurt for the wonderful time they had with his son. Cody's hair was all sticky, his whole body was sticky in fact, and covered in filth. He threw up a couple of times on the floor, and stayed off the bed as it was loaded with the men's filth, as well as his own. He thought of how wonderful his life had been before Kurt took him away, how he had friends, a brother, a mother, a whole family who loved him. There was Mr. Moseby, Arwin, Estaban, Maddie, all gone now. Cody cried even harder now, smashing his fist in the floor. He felt some of the men's filth flow into his mouth, and he spit it out as fast as he could. He then dawned on the realization that he would be stuck like this until his dad let him shower. Thoughts flashed through Cody's mind that life was no longer worth it, that he would have to do whatever it took to get out of Kurt's house. He was angry, scared, depressed, aggravated, sick, and in despair all at the same time. He passed out and woke up the next morning to see Kurt staring at him as if he was about to murder his son.

Kurt was staring down upon Cody, looking at him with the eyes of a murderer. He was concentrated on Cody, and nothing else. His jaw hung down, and he made direct eye contact with his dad, and was paralyzed in fear. After a few moments of silence, Kurt spoke. "Thanks to you, I just got nearly three thousand dollars richer." Cody acknowledged this, and nodded his head in response. "And before that, I got thirty-five hundred since it was your first time. I have about five thousand dollars now." Cody nodded his head again, and Kurt laughed. "Don't worry, I won't kill you... Yet. I still need five thousand more dollars, and in two days I'm selling your body to five men for fifty-five hundred dollars. How does that sound?" Cody gasped in terror, realizing that the nightmare was not yet over. He would have to go back with the men again, this time even more of them using him and touching him. Kurt laughed and walked away as Cody snapped. Kurt did it. Cody had been physically abused, sexually abused, and emotionally abused, and the pain of being taken away from his family, plus having his body sold to men for sex and realizing there would be more, Cody finally snapped. "Why are you doing this!" yelled Cody. Kurt turned around, surprised at his son. "You used to love me! And care about me! Now you just took me away from everyone that I loved and sold my body to those freaky pedophiles for money! Well I've had enough! I'm not doing it anymore!" Cody charged into Kurt and shoved him against the door, making him fall down. He jumped on his dad and grabbed him by the neck with one hand, while slapping him in the face with the other. Realizing his dad could still get up, Cody ran through the hallway as he heard his dad yell in anger. Cody turned the corner and ran to the door, and tried opening it. It was locked. He took off the chain, and the two locks and opened it and ran outside, naked and covered in filth. He ran to the sidewalk and turned to go into a public place where his dad couldn't get him. As he got to another corner, his dad tripped on his shoe and fell. Cody smiled for a second, then continued on running. The hot sun was taking a toll on his naked body, but all Cody wanted was to get away. As Cody reached the populated streets of the city, he felt like he just might make it out alive.