I gave Cartman one last menacing look before I stood up and stormed out of the lunch hall, seething so intensely I was certain fumes must be emanating from my entire body. I went straight to my locker, threw my books in so that they slammed against the metal back and fell back down to my feet.
"Fucking," I glowered, picking them up and tossing them back in before slamming the eroding red door and stomping down the hall. I was exhausted. Every inch of me was exhausted from the constant bickering the back-and-forth from this enemy I loathed. I had reached the bathroom without knowing it and allowed myself in. It was empty as it generally remained during lunch time as it was used most frequently as an excuse to escape class.
I walked to the mirror, searching my appearance for flaws. First was the hair that peeked out from under my hat. My hair had managed to calm itself throughout my highschool years, no longer the wretched rat's nest it once was, it was a soft, smooth red that swept across my forehead and down my cheeks.
My cheeks. They were bright red and you could see the very hatred seeping out from my usually gentle hazel eyes. I sigh, letting the rest of the furious energy flow from my body. I toss my backpack uselessly on the floor and as I do so another sound rings from the otherwise desolate bathroom. I flick my eyes towards the door, expecting Stan to have come to help me calm down but am greeted by a much more repugnant sight.
"Kahl," His voice makes me cringe.
"What do you want, fatass?" I retort, glaring, but also tired of being angry and fighting. I honestly was just seeking a break in the filthy high school bathroom.
"I'm sorry, Kahl," he breathes, he's encroaching my space so I turn back to the mirror and run my hands under the cool water, "I didn't mean to upset you."
"Shut the fuck up," it's all I can manage to come up with. Not my most clever - I know.
WHAT THE FUCK- Cartman's hands wrap around my waist. I shoot straight up from the surprise of the touch and attempt to leap out of his grasp. Not shockingly, he is stronger than meak, skinny me, and only manages to tighten his grip.
"CARTMAN," I growl, "get off me," I'm annoyed to say the least, I don't know what he's trying to pull. I'm vaguely reminded of the time he told everyone we were a gay couple. Peeved, I squirm in his grasp, managing to face him. I open my mouth to threaten his life, but-
My mouth is warm, my eyes wide, and my face bright red. Cartman's lips are against mine, his tongue inside my mouth. He rubs his tongue against mine. I stare blankly for a millisecond before my mind registers what is happening and I bite down hard. My teeth clamp against his moist tongue and he yelps and pulls back.
My heart pounds like it's never before. I'm in a state of shock mixed with fear and I'm still vaguely confused on what is going on because it's going so fast.
"Oh, Kahl," he whispers in my ear, hands locking my waist in his tight grip, "I'll make you regret that."
"Stop," I say, not fully able to pull the words out of my mouth yet. I manage again, "St-STOP," I rage, trying to pull away but the counter is the only place for me to go. Tears sting my eyes, I'm afraid. I'm terrified. But he doesn't stop. He grabs my shoulders and shoves me to the floor. I land hard on my knees. Tears drip down. I need Stan. I need someone to walk in. I look to the door and want to scream help, but I can't do it.
He laughs coldly "I locked the door Kyle, nobody is coming anyways." Then his hands are on his own waist, he's pulling down his pants, his boxers…
I'm sobbing. I barely realize it but I'm sobbing. Somewhere in my mind what is happening registers. Rape. Rape, this is rape. Is this real?
Before I have time for another question Cartman's cock is in my face. He's hard and large and I turn my face away desperately, knowing Stan will come in any second now and save me.
But he grabs my face, his hands are harsh and rough. He forcefully turns my head forward and shoves himself inside my mouth. I scream as much as I can with a penis in my mouth.
"If you bite, I will make you regret it, do you understand."
It's not a question; he's threatening me. He's forcing himself on me and I'm crying, I can't help it. He shoves himself back and forth in my mouth. I'm gagging, coughing, choking. He tastes so bad, so disgusting and filthy. He pushes his cock far back into my mouth and I nearly vomit. He's breathing hard, but I barely realize this. He moans as he pulls back and forth back and forth inside me.
Then he releases. He releases all inside my mouth and pulls out. I'm about to spit it out when he grabs my jaw and shoves it closed tightly, "Swallow now," he grins coolly. I obey.
I'm still sitting on the dirty tile floor as I hear the bathroom door swing shut and he's gone. I grab onto the edge of the counter and pull myself up. I wipe the semen off the edge of my mouth and wipe the tears from under my eyes. The water is still running.
I stumble out the door, clumsily walking down the hall as the bell rings. I feel faint, I feel unreal. Like I'm barely existing in the same realm as everyone else. I feel a hand on my back. I screech accidentally and jump.
Wide blue eyes greet me. It's Kenny, "Dude, what's up with you," he asks.
"Sorry," I murmur. I don't know quite how to respond, "What…" I trail off before recalling what I was going to ask, "What class do you have next?"
He raises a suspicious eyebrow, "Physics.. We have the same class."
Kenny's changed a lot since elementary school. He's mature in his own way and at the same time he's a sex-addicted gore-loving teenager.
"Oh," it's all I can manage at this minute. Should I go home? Should I tell someone? Kenny?
No. No. I didn't know what Cartman would do, but I did know what he was capable of. If I was going to manage I needed to keep quiet.
Kennys' eyes narrow and he scrutinizes my pale face, "Kyle, do you need to tell me something?" he asks. He's suspicious, he's known me for years and can tell in a few seconds when something is off, but now I have to lie to save my life.
"I'm just feeling a little sick and out of it," I manage a feeble smile, "Guess I shouldn't have come to school today." Truer words were never spoken.
xxxxx
The luminescent glow of my phone fills my otherwise dark room. I'm alone and safe. The door is locked, the windows are shut.
stan marsh; hey kyle
kyle broflovski; hey
stan marsh; wanna hang?
kyle broflovski; i cant rn
stan marsh; bro
kyle broflovski; sorry i have hw
stan marsh; dude we're on vacation?
Well now he's caught me, I relinquish and admit defeat. Replying and asking whose house.
Within the hour Stan's on my front porch, knocking obnoxiously instead of letting himself in when he knows full well the door is unlocked.
My hands are shaking. Stan is Stan, my super best friend. The one person I can trust when all others fail me. Stan wouldn't hurt me, would he? I'm afraid, but part of me trusts him. Part of me knows he's here to protect me and I let my jittering hand slide onto the doorknob and turn it.
"Hey Kyle!" Stan greets me warmly, and hurries into my house escaping the cool spring snow. "Let's order food, I invited over the other guys too," he grins widely, innocently, not knowing what he has actually done. How he has let the monster into my home, the one place I thought I would be safe.
"Stan," my voice is feeble.
I'm weak, I can feel my knees bending, are they going to give out? I don't know. I don't know anything that's happening around me.
"Kyle!" Stan arms reach and grab me as my legs give up on me and I flounce to the floor. I feel the hands on my waist and scream. It's how he grabbed me and held me still.
"GET OFF ME," I scream, my entire body is shaking, I can feel the energy pulsing through me as I tear myself away from him and run before falling back to the ground and hitting my face hard against the carpet. I'm hyperventilating. My breath is impossible to catch. My heart rips out of my chest with each beat. I struggle to stand up but the world is spinning around me so fast I can't manage it.
"Kyle what's going on?" he shouts, reaching my side and placing a supportive hand on my back. I'm crying. I'm fucking crying again. Why would I fucking do this in front of Stan. I'm acting ridiculous, but it only makes me cry more. Stan puts his arms around me, he's hugging me. It's been so long since we've hugged like this. Since I've felt so safe in his arms. He isn't going to hurt me. I let the tears drip down, dampening his sweatshirt and return the hug, wrapping my thing arms around his torso. I am safe. I am-
"Kaaaaaaahl," the sound resonated through my house as the front door slammed closed. He was here, in my house. I rip myself away from Stan and quietly wipe the tears away from my eyes.
He glares at Stan for a second. Is he going to hurt him? He wouldn't hurt Stan, he's so strong being the biggest jock in the school and all.
"You two fags done?" he demands. He sounds angry. Sounds… jealous. I'm still weak in my knees. Stan pulls me by arms to my feet and puts my arm around his neck, ignoring Cartman.
"Hey, why don't we sit you down?" he asks gently, and leads me to the sofa. Stan's voice is soft and gentle. He awkwardly sets me down on the cushions and then walks over to Cartman.
I can hear him speaking in a hushed tone, but it's still audible.
"I'm gonna text Kenny to go home I don't think you should be here right now," he tells Cartman. Relief washes over my aching body. Stan took such good care of me.
"What the fuck?" Cartman sounds angry, "tell him to stop being a fucking vagina," he barks in his husky voice. In some ways you can just hear the obesity in his voice. Twenty minutes later I'm home alone again. Safe again. Free of all social obligations. School ended two days ago. I was… assaulted on the last day of school and now we are on spring break. This means I should be able to go a solid two weeks without seeing Cartman's repulsive face again. That's what I'm thinking as I step into the warm shower.