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*Wendy P.O.V*
I had enough. First I lost Stan, and now I might loss my baby. It's all his fault, he is evil, that's why my baby can't be raised by them. This is why I must do this. I must. It is the only way I can live with my baby. I grabbed my already packed suitcase and purse. I doubly check to make sure I have everything.
Money, check.
Passports, check.
Dippers, check.
Extra clothes, check.
I think that's everything. Taking a big breath I made my way upstairs. There was a distinct cry that got louder and louder by every step. Soon I made it to the second floor. It was around midnight so it was almost pic black, the only thing you can see is a dim light from the end of the hall. In day light the hallway was a lime green, now it was a bluish glow to it. I started making it towards the end of the hall.
Now or never. I reach out and twist the doorknob. Opening it enough for me to slide in. Then I saw my baby. She was in the middle of the room in a white crib. Crying loudly. See, this is why you should take her. They can't raise my baby. I slowly made my way towards the crib. There she was. Trashing and turning, I picked her up and sooth her. Already she had black curly hair, startlingly blue eyes and tan skin.
Just like her father. After soothing her I picked up her blanket. It was blue and purple, with some green. I quickly warped her in it and made my way out of Their house. I got in the car and fasting the babysitter (A/N I don't know what they are called) and made my way to the nearest airport. Going far, far way where they never going to find us.
A/N- Hey, first chapter! I'm going to update as soon as possible. BTW I love Style (StanXKyle) so no hate on the parings I chosen. THX
Disclaimer- I do not own South Park. Matt Stone and Trey Parker do, all credit goes to them. I only own Sam and the plot