AN: okay I am so sorry I haven't updated in forever. I never forgot about the story. I just got overwhelmed with school and the first anniversary of my Mom dying and everything happening. Anyways I'm sooo sorry. So here is the last and final chapter. I also have a new story I'm working on if you would like to check that out. Its called Hostage in the Tipton. Anyways I would like to thank ColeSprouseFan, Andrew321, h2poo, MusigXesXmiXboifriend, x- The Older Twin –x, xCole-and-Dylan-rockx, zackandcodyfan25, Equinox1772, ChainGang-Unit94, anonymous author x, SweetPinkDragon, labey, LaraxCroft, Buggzarlolo, Zack-Cody-Dylan-Cole, Elizabeth Ashley, nothingtolose18, Androclez, The Awais and Hasees Group, The Silent Rumble, ravenclawing, mysticpearl84, and all of the anonymous reviews for reviewing my story. Thnx so much. and for everyone else who read it. hope you enjoyed it!

I woke up to Mom calling us for breakfast. So we got up and got dressed before going out into the kitchen area.

As we sat down and started eating I couldn't help but notice that Zack and Mom kept sneaking glances at me the entire time. I knew they were waiting for me to start to say something. I knew they were waiting for me to start talking about what happened like I said I would do last night. Only I was dreading it.

Finally after five minutes of them doing it I let my fork clatter to my plate making them both look up at me. "Alright, let's get this over with," I said with a sigh as I got up and went over to the couch and sat down.

"Cody, you can't dread talking about it. Then it won't help you at all," Mom said as they both got up and sat down on either side of me.

"Well, I'm sure not excited to talk about what happened to me that day!" I yelled letting my temper get the best of me, but then I saw their faces and continued, "But I want to get better, so I'm going to force myself to talk about it. Just…just don't rush me, okay? I asked looking up at them.

"We wouldn't dream of it, Cody." Mom said draping an arm around my shoulders pulling me to her side.

"Alright, the day it happened, I was walking home from school. Zack had already left because I had to stay behind and work on a project. There's this alleyway that I know that has a quicker way back to the hotel. I take it occasionally when I'm alone." I stopped there for a few minutes before I continued. I felt Zack squeeze my shoulder lightly just before I started to talk again.

"Well, I started to walk down it; I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings. And before I knew it a guy grabbed me by my arms and held me while another came out of the shadows. Both of them were wearing ski masks. They started talking to me, telling me all these things. I just tried blocking them out, but before I knew it they had me pinned to the ground. They pulled off my clothes and slung them to the side. Then…one of them, he got down on…..on top of me. They had my cheek mashed down into the cement. The guy whispered into my ear. I remember every single thing he said and how he said it. He…he said 'you're gonna like this kid.' That's when he did it. He…he raped me."

I had tears steaming down my face before I was even halfway through telling the story. I had never told anyone what had happened, what all had happened, I mean. It had taken me almost an hour to tell the whole thing because I kept stopping. But I finally got it out. I actually felt a little better too after telling them what happened. I felt like a huge weight had just been lifted off my shoulders.

I had no clue what they were thinking or anything, though. I hadn't looked up at them the entire time I was talking. I had kept my gaze to the carpeted floor.

I finally got the courage to look up at them and was shocked to see tears streaming down their faces too. I looked into Zack's eyes trying to read what he was thinking. I saw determination in his eyes. I knew he was determined to help me. to help me get better. I smiled at the thought of getting better as I felt Zack pull me into a hug.

Right then was when I realized that I was going to get better. I knew I was going to get help this time for real.

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It has been about six months since that day. I'm getting better with every passing day. I still have a nightmare about it every once in a while, but not every nigh like I use to.

Some times I still do cry about what happened to me, but I know I'll always have my brother and my Mother there to help me through it.

I look down at my arm and I can still see the faint scars from where I cut. Every time I look at those scars it makes me regret ever making them. It is true what they say, cutting is very addictive. I still have an urge to do it every once in a while then I push it away. I don't every want to get addicted to cutting every again. I also hope no one else does either.

I pull my sleeve back down and turn out my lamp before laying down into my bed. I lay there for a few seconds staring at the ceiling thinking over everything that has happened.

I'm kind of glad that it happened to me. It has made me stronger in a way. I also know that I can get through anything now. As long as I'm surrounded by my family I can get through anything. It's like the saying goes, 'What doesn't kill us, only makes us stronger.'