I knew I never should have told Zack what happened. Him walking out the door proved it. I was thinking about just cutting my wrist and ending it all there. Now that Zack knew and hated me for it, I knew I wouldn't be able to make through another week, much less another day.
I was seriously thinking about it when Zack came back in with jeans on in place of the sweatpants he was wearing earlier.
"Where did this happen? Are they still there? Do you know what they look like?" he asked.
I just stood there shocked. Why was he asking me all these questions? What did he care? He hated me. "I…what?" I asked confused.
"Do you know who did it and we're they're at now?" he repeated.
I ran up to him and hugged him tightly. Did this mean he did care? He pulled me tighter to him. "Does this mean you don't hate me or want to disown me?" I asked into his shirt.
"What?" he asked shocked. He pulled me back and looked me in the eyes and finished, "Where in the world did you get that idea?"
"When you walked out and slammed the door. So does that mean you don't?" I asked hopefully.
"Oh," he said like he finally understood as he pulled me back into a tight hug, "Of course I don't hate you Codes. I'm sorry if it made it look like that, I was just angry."
"At me?" I asked weakly.
"No! At whoever did this to you. That's the whole reason I went and got dressed. I want to find that freaking jerk that did this to you and hurt them for hurting you Cody. I don't like people getting away with hurting my baby brother."
"So you don't think I was just being weak?"
"What?" he asked pulling back and grabbing my face with his hands, "God, no! Cody you're not weak for having this done to you. Nor was this your fault, understand?" I nodded as he said 'good' and kissed my forehead before pulling me back into another hug.
After about five minutes Zack pulled away and asked me again if I knew who did it. I nodded and replied. "You remember those guys that use to pick on me in middle school?"
"Those two that were suppose to be in like eleventh grade but we're only in eighth? Yeah I remember him. Those we're the ones?" he asked with a snarl.
I nodded as he paced the bathroom. "We have to tell mom about this, Cody."
"No! Please no Zack, please. It took me forever to be able to tell you. I wouldn't be able to tell mom."
He starred at me for a few minutes before we heard the front door open signaling that mom was back from her performance. It was already eight? "Zack please…" I begged giving him the puppy-dog face.
"Fine, but we're talking about this later," he said walking out of the bathroom. I stayed in there for a few seconds. I was glad Zack made me tell him. It felt like a brick was lifted of my chest.
I let out a deep breath, wiping my face of the tearstains and following Zack out into the living room for dinner.
