This is my first multi-chap story so it's probably shit. I couldn't think of a title so it's up to you to help me.
Anyway, this is (loosely) based on a RP but it's not crack. sort of. Enjoy it, my lovelies.
I do not own South Park, Matt Stone & Trey Parker.
It all began in the Cartman residence; a short-haited woman was banging on the door, clutching the wrist of a slightly taller red-headed and green eyed boy.
A brunnette woman, who looked about 30, answered the door.
"S..Sheila?" The brunnete gasped at her panicked face, concern evident in her hazel eyes, "What's wrong?"
The red-headed woman, now known as Sheila, glanced behind her, feeing alarmed and slightly paranoid. "They're looking for us," She hissed fearfully.
Lianne, The brunnete, widened her eyes and she looked down at the pale boy sympatheticly. He was shaking at the distant yells of the Nazis insulting the Semites, they would be laughing right after a gun-shot was heard.
"Lianne, please, take Kyle in." one of Lianne's life-long friends begged.
Lianne bit her lip, she'd be causing both her and Eric near death but they were near hysterics. She glanced down at the little Jewish boy, and smiled softly. She nodded. "Okay, Sheila. I'll be sure Eric watches over him and protects him."
Kyle's eyes widened and his head snapped up at his mother. "Nn-No mama!" The boy whimpered, afraid to let her leave and possibly even face death. That alone scared the fuck out of him. The red-headed woman pushed Kyle in gently. "Kyle... It'll be okay," She said softly, her voice cracking. All three of them knew it mightn't be okay but none of them dared to speak up, they wanted to cling onto the dim hope.
Sheila pulled him into a loving embrace. "I love you and I'm so proud of you, Kyle... I don't care if you're a homosexual, I will always love you and I shall pray for you" She sniffled and let go. With tears in her eyes, Sheila nodded to both Lianne and Kyle and turned on her heel and left.
Lianne took Kyle into the house and closed the door behind her, locking it quietly. She prepped up the sofa with a pillow and a blanket. "You look exhausted, dear, come sleep on the sofa for the rest of the night."
Kyle nodded shakily and climbed onto the sofa, curled up around himself. Lianne left and came back with a cup of water and put it on the table infront of him. "Just incase you're thirsty," Sheila murmured and went upstairs to sleep.
Despite the fact Kyle was absoloutely exhausted, he couldn't go to sleep. He was busy thinking about Sheila, Gerald, and Ike. He was worried, scared; but he fell safe in the blankets surrounding him - like a child who had been told of some sort of monster.
He reached out and took a sip of his water, and closed his eyes. After about an hour later, he finally fell asleep.
He was not looking forward to tomorow.
