Mike POV

I smiled as I hugged Zoey again.It had been a month since I was in control.

"Mike I missed you soo much!" Zoey said hugging me tightly.

"I missed you too." I kissed her smooth lips and she pulled away. She laughed.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!" I yelled.

"Dude you have a nose piercing!" She laughed.

"You should talk tramp stamp!" I smirked noticing her lower back tattoo.

"What does it say?" Zoey asked.

"Wanna ride?" Her expression dropped and I laughed.

"THEY WERE SO DIRTY!!!" Zoey yelled out running to the bathroom.

"WAIT!What do you mean they?" I said grabbing her arm.

"I kinda have an alter..." Her face reddened.

"What?!How!" A tear ran down Zoey's cheek.

"I don't want to talk about it." Zoey said.

"I understand." I heard a Mal's faint voice inside of my head.

She was abused by her real dad when she was six and that was when Commando Zoey was formed.When, she was Commando Zoey she told me. Don't tell her I know.

I gasped and went to Zoey.

"I'm sorry I put you in that position like that." I said kissing her cheek.

"I knew I'd have to tell you sometime. . ." Zoey sighed and I smirked.

"Tramp stamp!" Zoey playfully punched my arm.

"I wasn't in control!" She said giggling.

Mal began to talk again.

We had fun and got farther than you! My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns HON! I gotta tell you Commando can make it clap.If you know what I'm saying!

I started to talk to him in my head.

Well Mate you gotta deal with it and Mal gave up control so you could keep going down the right path.

Manitoba said and I smiled.