Hey, look everyone!

A new story. This one will have some pretty heavy themes in it. I know I touched on prostitution, burglary and sex in A Knife to the Back, but be warned. This will have child abuse, child rape, beatings, clips trips chains whips…you know the routine. If you're not old enough or you can't handle the themes, don't fucking read it.

All characters belong to Matt and Trey, I'm just borrowing them.

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"Loo loo loo, I got some apples, loo loo loo, you got some too…" Butters sang his favourite childhood song softly. "Loo loo loo, let's make some applesauce take off our clothes and loo loo loo." He flicked his blond bangs out of his eyes. His hair had grown somewhat long, tickling the skin a few inches down from his ears. It was nearly down to his collarbone, sticking out every which way like it had since he was small.

Math homework wasn't so hard. He scribbled down the answers easily, his teeth idly capturing his soft, pouty lower lip and chewing it. He was lucky no one was home to hear him. He was always annoying his parents with his silly songs and stupid face…it was no wonder they put a bag on his head, acting like that. He needed to learn to behave himself.

He finished the last few problems and closed the book. Now he could play Hello Kitty Island Adventures! The game had advanced so far since he was eight. Seven years later he couldn't wait to finish the exciting conclusion to the series. Poor Hello Kitty…always getting into trouble and losing all her friends.

Butters turned on his computer, listening for his father. He didn't like it when Butters messed with the computer when he could be doing homework. He nervously brought his knuckles together a few times, then messed with the hem of his tightly fitting Hello Kitty shirt. His mom didn't mind buying girly clothes for him…she'd always said she wanted a girl anyway. Butters just felt more comfortable like this.

He yelped when the boot-up jingle exploded from the speakers. "Oh hamburgers!" Butters pounded the mute key until the tone died away, looking at his door.

"Butters!" Came the muffled yell from downstairs. "You better not be playing that faggy little game or you're grounded, young man!"

"I-I'm not dad! I-I'm lookin' up stuff for history homework." Butters yelled meekly back, praying his father wouldn't investigate. He didn't hear anything else out of the man, so he assumed he was safe for the moment.

He could relax.

Butters crossed one skinny, jeaned leg over the other and eagerly pressed the icon for Hello Kitty Island Adventures, 30th edition. He smiled to himself. One of the few things that gave him happiness in this world was the little white kitten. She lived in such a perfect world. No one to tell her what to do or keep her in her room for a week without supper. She could just hang out with her friends all day long and do fun things like bake cupcakes.

Butters' stomach growled and he looked down at it. "Y-you be quiet now." He said in as stern a voice as he could muster, poking the bony skin. "Dad says we don't get nothin' to eat cause we waste money."

Come to think of it, when was the last time he'd eaten? He'd had an apple for lunch yesterday, and water the rest of the day. Anything else? He didn't think so. The apples were at least provided by the school so he didn't strain the food budget.

"Come on now we've been doin' all right so far. Four apples and a sandwich this week." He said proudly to his stomach, then focused on the happy, sparkling menu screen before him. He could forget school like this…forget the fact that Eric Cartman shoved him in dumpsters or kids made fun of the way he dressed. He could be himself with the computer.

"Butters! Get down here right now!"

Butters cringed and hurriedly shut down the computer. What had he done now? He pulled a plain black hoodie from his bed over his head to cover the shirt and headed downstairs, grinding his knuckles together.

"Yes sir?" he asked nervously.

His father glared at him from his armchair, lifting up a familiar clipboard with a piece of paper on it. "Butters. Do you want to explain to me why there are two pieces of bread missing from this week's pantry check?" he snarled, shaking the clipboard. Butters' blood ran cold.

"Aw jeez…" he muttered under his breath.

"What the fuck did you say, young man? Want to explain where it went? I don't suppose the damn cat ate it, hm?" Mr. Stotch slammed the clipboard down on the coffee table. Butters cringed.

Oh God Butters what were you thinking?! Hamburgers…he looks real mad.

Mr. Stotch was quivering slightly, his eyes looking at Butters furiously.

"I…I wanted a sandwich. M-mom said it was okay…" Butters trailed off.

"Oh so if Linda says its ok, then that's just fine! Do you want to see your family starve Butters?! Do you?!" Mr. Stotch shouted.

"N-no sir!" Butters said. "I won't eat nothin' more from the pantry, sir."

"Now don't you dare make me out to be the bad parent, Butters! Don't you fucking dare!" Mr. Stotch growled. "Go outside and play until you learn your lesson about stealing food from your family! You don't work! What makes you think your miserable, ugly face deserves any food that I earn?! I bring home the money for the food budget, Butters, and when you waste it on these frivolous snacks then everyone suffers!" Mr. Stotch rose and pointed to the back door near the kitchen.

"Yes, sir." Butters hung his head and headed out of the back door, his stomach snarling longingly at the fridge. He sat on the back porch while his body moaned at him, the thought of the leftover grilled cheese in the fridge was enough to make him salivate.

"N-now you stop that!" Butters poked his stomach again. "No work, no food." He admonished, then sighed and pulled his hood up over his head. The hoodie was a few sizes too big for him, but it was perfect for hiding. He was glad his aunt had no idea how much he actually weighed. She probably thought he weighed something more like Stan or Kyle, who outweighed him by a good thirty pounds.

But then again, they took food away from their parents.

"Hey, Butters. We're going over to Stark's Pond to skate. Wanna come?"

Butters looked up to see Clyde leaning on his fence, a gaggle of the girls around him carrying their skates. Butters rubbed the back of his neck. Ever since the girls had made that list, Clyde thought he was the best looking thing on the planet. He got all the girls to follow him like ducks in a row.

"The girls want you to come." Clyde corrected when he saw the look on Butters' face.

"I can't, Clyde. I was bein' bad again." Butters said, fiddling with his hands.

Clyde gave him a flash of that smile…the thousand watt one that made all the girls sigh collectively. "C'mon Butters. The rest of the guys are there and you're always in that fucking house. You need to get out and socialize, dude."

Butters shook his head emphatically. "I can't, Clyde! My dad would be so angry."

"We're teenagers, this is what we do. Hop your skinny, girly ass over that fence and come on. One of the girls will lend you her skates, you've got tiny feet anyway." Clyde said.

Butters looked back at the house, then at Clyde. Clyde tossed his head, indicating he should jump over the old wood slat fence.

Butters got up from his seat, pulling his hood down and making a quick jump for it over the barrier. He slipped and landed on his rear, wincing. "Ow…" he mumbled. "Fellas, you better not get me into big trouble with my dad."

"I'll just tell him you looked sad so we took you skating to cheer you up." Bebe said, smiling and handing him her skates. "Here, use mine. Size nine women's…those should fit you. You're like a six in men's anyway, right?"

Butters blushed and nodded. He'd gone shoe-shopping with Bebe…well, he was window shopping because he didn't work. She did the shopping. But she still made him try on shoes. He was surprised she remembered his size.

"Alright, well the light's fading! Let's get over there." Clyde smirked, striding down the sidewalk.

Butters smiled nervously. He couldn't help but think this was going to be worth it.