• Cody was only eight years old, he didn't understand...

    "You idiot! You're not setting a good example for our son! While I'm out at work you're coming home with some sleazy hooker off the streets!" A pink haired woman was screaming over the noise of smashing glass.

    "YOU'RE NEVER THERE TO TAKE CARE OF HIM, YOU ARE ALWAYS AWAY AT WORK! AND YOU WONDER WHY HE NEVER TALKS TO YOU!" A man screeched back. There was a bang then it all went silent.

    ----

    Cody's father had gone out to the pub while Cody crawled around the house looking for something to eat. He had his eyes on a packet of biscuits in a high cupboard, he reached out for them but they were too far up so he made his way upstairs to his parent's room. The woman was lying on the floor, her hair matted with a dark red liquid which was dripping into the beige carpet. Blood.

    "Mum... I need help... Mum. Mum! MUM!" Cody sat next to her and nudged her shoulder, thinking that she was sleeping. How wrong he was.

    ----

    SLAM!

    "Cody! Get here now!" His dad put on a fake cheerful voice. Cody didn't come. His father walked upstairs and forced his door open, breaking the latch in half. Cody was in the middle of getting changed and was topless.

    "Mummy's dead... She deserved it." His dad sneered, pushing Cody onto the floor. His father's cold hands groped his small, scrawny chest.

    "Ha... She can't help you."

    "Why?"

    "Wouldn't you like to know..."

    His father unzipped his jeans and crawled on top of the confused, pink haired boy.

    ---- *At school, 10:54am*----

    Cody arrived at the school reception, tears streaming down his face.

    "Why are you late?", the receptionist asked.

    "Uhh... I felt sick," he squeaked, "But I got better!"

    The receptionist smiled and ruffled his hair. "Good boy."

    ----

    Cody made it just in time for his third lesson which was english. He sat in his chair and cried out in pain.

    "What's the matter, Cody?" his teacher asked. He didn't answer. Throughout the whole lesson he kept fidgeting and yelping, which was really annoying his teacher...

    "Cody..."

    Again, he didn't answer.

    "GET OUT!" his teacher screamed at him and pointed towards the door. Cody got his bag and stood in the corrider. A boy with spikey, deep red hair followed him outside.

    "Kaz, sit down!"

    "Shut up!" He snapped back at her.

    ----

    Kaz lowered himself to Cody's height and looked him in his eyes. Kaz gasped almost silently, Cody had one pink eye and one green eye.

    "Are you okay...?" He said, in a calm voice.

    "It hurts..."

    "What does?"

    Cody did the You-Know-What-I-Mean Look. Kaz looked into his eyes again.

    "Oh."

    "My dad... he hurt me."

    "You've got to tell someone! Here, I'll phone 999."

    --- 6 Years later, the Park (I'm too lazy to write what happened next...) ---

    Cody's dad was found in Ireland after going on the run, he was found guilty and had gotten himself a minimum of 25 years in prison, he was in his late 40's and had cancer so they told Cody he'd die in prison.

    "So, he finally got caught, eh?"

    Cody nodded, constantly looking at the poster Kaz was holding.

    "You're really brave, Cody... If you didn't tell anyone, who knows what he would have done to you."

    "Yeah... I have to thank you, for helping me"

    "No, it's okay." Kaz laughed.

    "Seriously..."

    Cody pulled Kaz up off the bench and put his hands on Kaz's shoulders.

    "Thank you." Cody closed his eyes and kissed Kaz on the lips, and pulled away. Kaz pulled him close. They embraced in a passionate kiss, after a few minutes they broke apart and hugged eachother. Kaz nuzzled his head in Cody's hair while he was laughing.

    "I'll protect you..."