Father Of Mine

Chapter 1

My name is Stan Marsh, I'm ten years old and my life totally sucks. You see it all started about six months ago my mother and father got into one of the biggest arguments they had ever had. My mother was so upset she grabbed her coat and cars keys.

"Mom," I begged "please don't go."

"I can't deal with this Stanley," she sighed as she walked towards the door.

I watched her get into her car and leave...

"She'll be back!" my dad yelled as he held a beer in his hand.

Sometime later the door bell rang...I quickly leaped from the couch and rushed to the door...but when I opened it I came face to face with two Police Officers.

"Hello little boy," one officer said "is your daddy home?"

"DAD!" I called

"What is it now Stan?" my father asked as he practically stumbled into the living from all the beers he had had...his face changed when he saw the officers standing at the door..."Stan go to your room!" he demanded.

"Why can't I stay?" I asked

"I said go to your room!"

"Goddamn it," I mumbled under my breath as I made my way upstairs...I made like I went into my room but stayed out to listen.

"Can I help you officers," my father said cheerfully.

"It's about your wife,"I heard one officer say

"There was car accident and I'm afraid she didn't make it."

I stepped back not believing what I had just heard, it couldn't have been my mom. No my mom was on her way home right now, not in the city morgue. They were lying I just knew it...After the officers left Dad called Shelly and me downstairs to break the news to us.

"SHE'S NOT GONE!" I spat before running to my room and slamming the door as hard as I could. I threw myself onto my bed and let my tears spill from my eyes until everything went dark...The next morning I woke up with a skull splitting headache, maybe last night was just a dream and Mom was downstairs preparing breakfast like she always did. I pulled myself out of bed and made my way dow to the kitchen, along the way I found Dad blacked out on the couch with at least ten or more empty beer cans surrounding him. I sighed knowing that it was not a dream but the nightmare my life was about endure...

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Life with Mom forced into a world where I didn't want anything to do with any of my friends and doing so they picked on me. It was like the life was sucked right out of me and life around me totally sucked balls. I was soon the target of many school bullies and on days when I came home all battered up my father would just shake his head and say.

"Stan...Man up,"

The worst of it came from this kid name Justin, he was in the same class as me but he was held back two times. One day during recess I was sitting alone..like I always did thinking deep thoughts...

"Hey loser," he voice said from behind

I looked back him and then back at the ground letting out a sigh in the process.

"Hey!" he snapped grabbing my shoulder and turning me around to face him "I fucking talking to you!"

"Leave me alone!" I spat back as I tried to release myself from his grip

"Look at me!" he yelled but I refused

He shoved me to the ground "Goddamn, didn't stupid mother teach you any manners? You're suppose to look at someone when they're talking to you, Asshole."

"Shut up about my Mom!' I yelled back

"Oh big brave man standing up for his Mommy," he smirked "Too bad she's dead."

I squeezed my fists together and before I knew it I was on my feet, yeah he was taller then me but Dad told me to man up. I threw the first punch but immediately regretted because he didn't even flinch from it. He laughed before bringing back his own fist and making contact with the side of my head. I landed a few feet away in the dirt...Laughter filled the air as the other kids on the playground came rushing over "Come on Justin," one boy said "kick his ass."

"Yeah!" the others cheered "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

I slowly got to my feet and the world around me was spinning rapidly. I opened my mouth to say something but another punch to the face stopped me. I stumbled backwards as more laughter filled the air, my hand went to my mouth and when I pulled it way I could see the crimson liquid that flowed from it. Rule number one never take your eyes off your enemy...Justin lunged forward and before I had any chance to defend myself he had me down on the ground. I tried my best to get away from him but every time I did he would give me a swift kick in my side. My eyes were stinging from the pain but I was too embarrassed to let it show. Even when he grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled me to my feet. He smiled again and pulled his fist about to finish me off when a voice coming from the school stopped him.

"JUSTIN ROBERT STEPHENSON!" our teacher Mr. Beckman yelled causing all the kids to scatter

"But," Justin whined "he started it."

"Both of you little shits go to the principal's office!" he snapped grabbing us both by the shirt collars and dragging us to see Mr. Flynn.

Our Parents were called and now I was terrified...

A/N: Okay this is my first SP fanfic...j=hope you like it...and if so should I continue it? PS...Stan doesn't live in SP...yet...