Prologue

It was only a few days from your birthday. You were turning 25. We had almost been married for 5 years. Then you went to go get groceries. I remember the list like I wrote it yesterday. I sent you out for bread, cheese (Provolone), milk, eggs, cereal, bananas, and tuna. You wanted me to come with you, you were nagging for me to come with you. You said "going to the supermarket is no fun alone." you stomped your feet and jumped around like a young spoiled child but I just laughed and said "it will only take 30 minutes" you sighed in failure and grabbed your car keys. You kissed me goodbye and walked out the door. That was the last time I saw you living. When you walked out the front door. I didn't say goodbye, I didn't say I loved you. I only said "I'll see you when you get back, babe."

While I was vacuuming the living room, the phone rang. I was curious as to who it could be. No one usually calls us. I turned off the vacuum and picked up the phone.

"hello?" I asked trying not to sound to curious

"hello. Is this Kyle Broflovski?" the deep voice on the other end of the phone answered.

"yes, who is this" i answered not even trying to hide my curiosity

"I'm officer Daniels" he answered, "are you an associate of Kenneth J. McCormick?"

"I'm his husband. Why? Is something wrong?" I panicked

"Mr. Broflovski, Kenneth was killed. I'd like you to come down to the station to identify the body."

I dropped the phone to the floor. I then fell to my knees and cried uncontrollably. I managed to quiet my tears enough to clearly reply to the officer. I cleared my throat and pocked up the phone again.

"I'll be down as soon as I can." I hung up the phone and drove down to the Station.

I was able to recognize your body as soon as I saw it. It was without a doubt you. Your golden blonde locks of hair now stained with your own blood, your red orange coat, your eyes. Oh you eyes. I could even recognize them closed. I verified and asked the officer what had happened to you.

"from the video footage we recovered from the security camera, it seems that some guys wanted his car. He wouldn't give, so they shot him and ran off with the goods." he explained as he showed the horrific footage

Why didn't you give them your car? You could've called me to come pick you up? Why did you always have to win every battle? I asked myself these unanswerable questions as I left the station.

I didn't wanna go home. Our house was empty and you know I don't like it that way. I drove to Stan's house, which was his parents house. He answered the door in his work suit and a 5:00 shadow.

He recognized I was crying and let me in.

"what's wrong Kyle? Did you and Kenny get into a fight?" he asked as he coaxed me over to the couch

"no." I lazily plopped onto the soft cushion.

"then why are you crying?" he asked

"Kenny was killed." I sobbed at the mention of it.

"what? By who?" Stan stood up

"by some bastards at the supermarket." I choked out, "Stan, I need you."

He left me alone on the sofa in his living room. He ran up the stairs and I heard a door slam shut. He came back down shortly after with a packed suitcase.

"let's go." he sighed as we left to live together at our house

End of Prologue