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Chapter 8- 'You Know Me'

After we both took showers and ate breakfast Cody and I left dad's and started walking to mom's. the walk was quiet and long, but neither of us wanted to take the bus. If we walked it would take longer to get there, exactly what I wanted.

We were almost home, all we had to do was go through the alley, which is shorter.

"Uh, Zack, how about we take the alley," Cody said. It was the first time one of us said anything in the whole walk.

"Or let's not. The alley will get us there quicker."

"Zack, trust me, we should take the alley."

Cody stopped me in front of the alley. "Cody, why do you-."

"Hey, Cody….Zack."

I turned around already a little annoyed at Cody, so having someone say my name like that was not what I wanted. "What do you want?"

"Excuse me?"

I swallowed hard. Standing right in front of me was John. I wanted to run back through the alley and go home, but I was stuck to the sidewalk. "I-I- I didn't know it was you."

"Do I have to teach you a lesson again?"

It was like I was nine again. I was like an ant standing under a shoe knowing he's going to get squashed. 'A lesson' was something I never wanted, but always got when I was bad. I even took a lesson for Cody. The only lesson I regret was the one I made Cody get. Cody didn't do it, it was me. Cody didn't do it!

"Cody didn't do it!" I yelled not knowing.

"Zack, don't yell," John said grabbing my arm.

"Cody didn't do it," I said quieter.

"That's better. Now, do you need a lesson?"

"No, let go of me!"

John yanked me around the corner of the alley and pushed me up against the brick wall. "Cody, get over here!" John yelled angrily.

"Please, don't," I said as I saw Cody stand behind John like he always used to have to do.

"Shut-up, Zack. You need to know something about your mom."

"No! Let go!" I got away from John's grip and ran home. I didn't look back to see if Cody was following. I was too caught up in old memories, too scared to look back. For once I wasn't scared for Cody, I was scared for me.

I finally stopped at the gate of the front yard. I opened the gate halfway, then looked back to make sure John wasn't near; he wasn't. Nobody was in sight, not even Cody.

"Cody?" I asked quietly. I looked around, no Cody. Why did I leave him by himself? Why did I run? Why did I not look back? Why?

I ran in the house and upstairs to my room. The sun was barely shining through the curtains, making the room dim. I sat on my bed and put my head in my hands. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't let myself be nine again.

I heard the door open, but I didn't look up, I couldn't. "Zack?" It was Cody. "Zack, are you okay?"

I heard the fear in his voice. I had to make I go away. "I'm fine," I said into my hands.

"Why did you-," Cody started to say.

I looked up at Cody; it was like we were nine again. all I saw was a small, frail nine year old Cody with tears building in his eyes. A small, but piercing voice rung in my ears, "Why did you run? Why did you leave me, Zack? Zack….you left me."

I hated to hear those words. I couldn't take it, not anymore. "Cody, come here," I said standing up. Cody did what he always did when I said that, he came to me and we hugged. "I'm sorry, Cody. I really am."

I felt Cody's quiet sobs against my shoulder. I couldn't say anything, afraid the tears would fall.

"Don't leave again, Zack," Cody said into my shoulder.

I pinched my eyes shut as the tears that had been bottled up for six years came out uncontrollably. I whispered back to Cody, "I won't."

"You promise?" Cody whispered.

"I promise."

I don't know how long we stood there in the middle of my room hugging, but I didn't really care. I was starting to become the person I wanted to be. I cried in front of Cody, I cried.

Some how, some time, I ended up on the floor of my room and Cody was in my bed. I looked up at my bed; Cody's face was facing my way, just close enough to the edge so I could see it. I had a feeling he was going to wake up from a bad dream, but I was ready for that. I was ready to support my promise to Cody.

I wasn't going to leave Cody alone in the dark ever again. I promised.

Okay, there you go. Chapter 8 finally. Hope you liked it. I'll try to update my other fanfic, Second Chance part II sometime, but I haven't written anything for awhile. I don't know when I'm going to write chapter 9 for this story. So bare with me here! lol R&R