Le haiz.

So this is A side thing until Snowed In is finished, but I plan on making it a really long chapter thing, lke, over 12 chapters, If my motivation holds out :P

So ummm, warning, This IS South Park, and Kenny lives in a drunk home, so for a story starter, I'm bringng up the A-word..well, actually a C-A-word, or a D-A-word...

ABUSE!

SO the light-hearted should leave the theater immediatley, unless they wanna get...disturbed or something.

BEGINZ!

Oh and it Kenny's POV for this chapter,,,,,uhh kinna

"Stuart, Get your job-less fat ass over here now!"

I sat in my room with Karen covering her ears as my parents fought down the hall. I cringed at the unmistakable sound of a beer bottle hitting an unknown surface.

"Make me, Bitch!" Came his dad's drunk voice.

I sat there on my bed with my sister, and tuning my moronicaly dysfunctional parents out the best I could, let my thoughts wander. I thought back to a time when my parents didn't fight as much, dissapointingly discovering that there was no such time, though lately it seemed that the arguments were more frequent and heated. I guessed it was because Kevin moved out for the reason Karen was in my bedroom crying.

I still didn't like reminiscing of the day Kevin left, because I hated him for it, and remembering it just made me angry, but inevitably, my wandering mind began to relive the events of that day.

I had come home from Stan and Kyle's sleepover to yelling that could be heard throughthe front door. No suprise there. It was when I opened the door I noticed something different. Instead of my parents fighting eachother, they were fighting Kevin. And there was an apathetic look on his face, as if he were waiting for the morning bus alone, like he wasn't getting his ears blown off by high-as-hell parental figures. Then I noticed he had a glint of ecstactic relief in his eyes. Then within the minute I had been staring at the scene, half entertained, half dreading, I noticed Kevin was holing his tattered green suitcase, and then it hit me. He was leaving, leaving me and Karen to fend for ourselves, like a coward. His lips instantly curled into the most menacing scowl he could muster, and at that moment Kevin decided to look over. Right as I was passing him to enter the hallway that led to my bedroom.

And that was the last time I saw my shit-eating, son-of-a-whore brother.

"STUART! DON'T YOU DARE WALK AWAY FROM ME YOU MAN-SLUT!" My mom's shrieking voice practically shook the house, causing both me and Karen to jump, our thoughts interuppted.

That was it, I wasn't sit here and let me and Karen be their drunken state's bitch, like Kevin. I was gonna do something.

I got up, earning an 'I-know-what-you're-thinking-and-it's-a-bad-idea' looks from Karen.

"Wait her. Don't move unless I tell you to." I said over my shoulder to her as I walked out the door and quietly closed the door behind me. I walked down the hall taking one nervous breathe after another, trying to formulate a plan in my mind before I got there, and as I reached the end of the hall way, I chose Yell Some Sense Into 'Em strategy.

I spotted them wrestling over by the suspiciously stained sofa and banged my fist against the peeling wallpaper next to me, causing them both to look up.

"What. The. FUCK!" I demanded. This earned a confused mother look and an angry father look.

"You both have two children, huddled in a weeping mess in the back of your house, yet you continue to fight!" I yelled my voice growing louder with each syllable.

"Kenny, don't talk to your mother that way," My mother scolded.

"Please, like you give a flying fuck about your children or what they do." I challenged, suprisingly gaining courage.

Must be the addrenaline..., I thought.

My drunk dad then started stepping towards me ominously.

"Don't talk to your parents that way you ungrateful brat!" He said gaining speed.

I saw what was about to happen coming, I just wonder why I didn't stop it.

The next thing I knew I was on my back and my dad was punching the shit out of me and choling me with my own orange hoodie. I just took it for a moment before I seized the opportunity to raise my knee and sucker-kick him in the crotch. He rolled off of me, in obvious pan when I storm back to my room. I stick my head in.

"Karen, get your coat and pack a bag, quick." I say stepping into my room to find my own little stash of Wal-Mart bags and stuff clothes at random into it. I grab my iPod and Karen's on my nightstand and meet her in the hallway. I grabbed her hand and walked right past my yelling mom out the door with her.

I whipped out my Go-Phone and text The first Person on my speed dial.

'Hey Ky, me and Karen need to come over. Now. That ok?'

I waited a few seconds before his text reached my phone.

'Ya, sure dude. I'll b waiting'

I would've smiled knowing I had such a reliable friend if the situation was different.

SO? U liek?

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