My first story in a VERY long time. Please be kind in reviews! Enjoy : )
"I want a divorce, Kyle."
He should have seen this coming. The lies she told, the way her eyes wondered- it's a wonder he didn't know from the day he found another man's underwear on the bedroom floor.
It was just like him to give her the benefit of the doubt. Even if all the evidence pointed to her being a cheating whore, Kyle loved her.
He gripped the receiver harder as he felt rage bubble deep inside him. Kyle was normally a very level headed man- but this betrayal was more then he could handle. However even in this rage, he remembered something very important.
"What about April, Rebecca?" he managed to hiss.
Was he angry, sad, hurt or all of the above? Even he himself didn't know. All he knew was that in trying to hurt him, the only person Rebecca was hurting was his beautiful newborn daughter.
"Don't be stupid, Kyle. You know she isn't yours! She looks nothing like you."
Seven years- and still he felt the sting of those words deep in his heart.
He'd forgiven his ex-wife. But forgive is not even close to forget.
"Kyle?"
He jumped as he was snapped from his train of thought. Suddenly, he was back at the bar. Murky smoke filled air and the smell of booze, urine and cigars.
Not the most inviting welcome back into the real world. But he didn't expect much- this was the last smoke friendly bar in south park. the cheap drinks and trashy barfly women brought about the disgusting majority that hid among the masses in the 'peaceful' mountain town.
Silently he turned his attention to Stan. Full grown, tall and well dressed. Shortly after High School Stan had started his own business working in computers and was doing quite well for himself. He seemed to enjoy wearing expensive leather jackets with red or brown dress shirts underneath.
He'd adopted that style much like Kyle had adopted an open orange jacket with dress pants and a random t-shirt. It was strange but both had chosen to keep their childhood hats. They'd agreed they felt more like themselves in them and agreed to never tease each other because of them. However, the pair still found themselves smiling a bit at each other when seeing each other in the hats.
Stan smiled as he paid the tab for both of them and collected his jacket and things from the hook at front doors of the bar. "Wendy and I were on our honeymoon on your birthday so the least I could do was buy you a beer" he called to his friend as he slipped on his hat. Kyle smiled a bit as he stood and cracked his neck. "Thanks" he said simply as he also dressed for the cold then followed his friend out into the streets.
God it was cold. The only thing Kyle could think about was the numbing of his toes and fingers. He'd invested in good gloves and boots so he could never understand how the cold snuck in so quickly. He huffed as he bit his lip to see if it was as numb as his fingers already were.
"Dude, Cartman told me he moved into that black house next door to you. Is that true?" Stan asked suddenly.
Kyle glanced at him and thought for a moment. Eric Cartman… As soon as Kyle thought of him- his mind wondered to her.
Sky blue eyes, skin as flawless as fresh fallen snow and long flowing chocolate brown hair that fell perfectly without the slightest help from product. It sent shivers up the Jewish male's back. Just the way her perfect soft pink lips curled into a soft smile when his eyes met hers was enough to make his knees weak. And her hourglass figure and fairly sized bust- he had to stop himself there.
There was no doubt in his mind that his friend would notice his arousal if he continued and this would be awkward. Especially considering the conversation was about Eric to begin with.
"Yeah. They did" Kyle answered simply.
'They' was the problem. The woman Kyle wanted so badly- was Eric Cartman's wife.