I Came For You

I was on my sister's old laptop (it's now mine) and I found this picture and Kenny was sitting in a gutter all hunched up and I'm pretty sure he was crying and bleeding and Craig was standing on the other side of the street and this story came into my head.
They're in high school in this story, as they are in most of mine.

Disclaimer: Don't own South Park…If I did these 2 would be together.

Chapter One
Kenny's POV

I walked through the door late after school, fumbling in the dark hallway for the light switch and was immediately shoved against the window next to the door. The smell of alcohol reached my nostrils and I knew I was in for another terrible night. My father was drunk; yet again. Where he kept getting the money for booze when we could hardly afford food was beyond me, but I guess alcoholics always find a way of getting liquor.

I tried to shove him off me so I could at least warn Karen to get out of the house but he kneed me in the stomach and I hunched over in pain. He slammed a fist into the side of my neck and cracked a bear bottle against the side of my head. I felt blood running down the left side of my face and he started kicking me towards the stairs.

I got up the stairs and went to go into Karen's room to tell her to run, but he was right behind me, pulling me by the hair towards my own bedroom. He pushed me inside, still holding onto a handful of my hair and slammed my head into the doorframe and then threw me to the floor. There was so much blood gushing from my head I wasn't sure if I had blood in my eyes or if I was crying.

He didn't say a word to me as he started repeatedly kicking me in the sides and the legs. He even got a good hit on the left side of my head where he's cracked the beer bottle and my vision went black for a few seconds.

I could see his mouth moving, probably yelling at me for something or other, but I couldn't hear anything. I could hear a faint strangling noise and I realized after a while that it was me screaming. I rolled over to avoid more pain but it didn't work, he just aimed kicks along the backs of my legs and up my back. He landed one kick into the back of my neck before he turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind himself. I heard him thumping down the stairs and then the front door slammed shut.

I stood up carefully, biting my lip to stop from screaming out in pain. My vision swam and I saw double as I walked out of my bedroom and down the hallway to Karen's room. I knocked on the door but there was no answer and I hoped she was at a friend's house as I opened her bedroom door and turned on the light.
One bare leg and a bare arm hung over the edge of the bed and when I saw the tattered remains of her pajamas on the floor I was nearly sick as I realized what he had done. I then saw the blood that stained the sheets around her neck and stomach and I ran out of the room. I called out for mother, something I hadn't done since I was 5 and when no reply came I just assumed the worst and ran out into the street.

I'd seen enough when I found Karen; I didn't want to find my mother or brother too.
I ran across the train tracks and down several streets, not paying attention to where I was going and ignoring the pain as I tried to get as far away from that house as possible.

I got to a street I thought looked familiar and I started to slow down. I walked a few more streets and then collapsed into a gutter and buried my face in my knees. I knew I was crying now, but it was more for Karen then the pain I was feeling. The pain would eventually go away but I would never get my family back.

I stayed like that for ages and eventually started to drift off to sleep.