Warning: Rape will be alluded to/mentioned/shown in later chapters. I'll place a warning at the beginning of the chapter for those who want to skip that part.

Fuck. Again. It happened again. He made his way across town as he sent out text after text. He arrived at Stark's pond while waiting for responses. The sole bench was already covered with a layer of fluffy snow from the last snowfall earlier that day. A quick swipe had the bench cleared and Kenny laying in it's vacated area just in time for new snow to begin drifting down around him. The snowflakes melted as they landed on the exposed strip of skin that Kenny's hood allowed the frigid air to reach. He never caught a break. It was too cold tonight. He didn't want to sleep outside again, but he received three no's from his 'best' friends. His heart clenched as he pulled up one more contact. Quickly he clicked out a message 'Can I stay over 2nite?' and waited, watching the snow blanket Stark's Pond.

It didn't take but a minute for the response to ring back in. "Gee, I don't know Kenny. I just got grounded again and I don't think my dad would be too happy about it. Are you good at climbing? You could sneak in the window if you wanted!'

Kenny chuckled at that, Butters texted the same way he spoke. He was always so willing to help out, which was why Kenny never asked him for help if he could avoid it. A quick stretch and he finally stood up from the bench. It had been a busy night for him. He fingered the bills in his pocket and stretched his back again as he made his way to Butter's house. Luckily, it wasn't a long walk. Kenny was wiped out and the thought of the climbing a tree was only exacerbating the exhaustion.

The branches were rough on his mostly numb hands, scraping new scratches into his flesh that seemed to burn stronger than it would have if he hadn't been so damn cold. His back throbbed with pain as he pulled himself up. The window slid up as soon as Butters spotted Kenny in the tree.

Butters whispered frantically, "Heya Kenny, we gotta be real quiet tonight, ok?"

Kenny nodded as he slipped through the window, being extra careful to make as little noise as possible. Butters had set out a sleeping bag on the floor for Kenny. Wasting no time or breath, he crawled into the warmth of the blanket.

"I was gonna sleep there, Ken. You can have the bed," Butters whispered.

Kenny snorted. "No thanks. Don't wanna get your bed dirty." His eyes were already slipping closed.

Butters frowned down at him before going to fiddle at his desk. A few seconds later some twangy country music started playing softly. "Need to borrow some pyjamas?" Butters voice was a little louder now but still couldn't be called anything more than a whisper.

Kenny started shivering as he slowly defrosted. He shook his head and fought the sleep that was trying so hard to claim him. He tried once to open his eyes back up but then slid into oblivion.

The morning came quickly. Through the haze of waking up from a deep sleep, Kenny heard whispers in his ear. He moaned slightly at the sensation and thrust his hips into the warm body in front of him. The arms around him tightened briefly. Kenny smiled at the small gasp of air that came from the man in front of him. It was rare for him to wake up with someone the next day. He could feel the other guy's arousal pressing into him as he rolled his hips again. He started pressing kisses on the cloth covered chest in front of him, enjoying the sounds the other guy was making, when his memory came rushing back to him. Butters. He was attacking Butters.

He groaned, in disappointment and disgust at himself as he pushed Butters away from him. Butters. The most innocent fucking kid in the whole fucking town and he was spending his morning groping on the guy. Finally opening his eyes, he clenched his teeth when he saw the dazed expression on the blonde's face. "Thought you were someone else," He muttered by way of apology.

Butters smiled at him. "That's all right Kenny." The blonde shifted over some. "I wish I didn't have to wake you so early."

"Did you put me on the bed?" He glanced down at his bare chest and grimaced at the bruises decorating his bare skin. "And undress me?"

Butters cheeks went from a faint pink to full-on red in a matter of seconds. "I w-well, I'm real sorry, Ken. You were shivering something awful and I just thought that you know, b-body h-heat would be the best way to get you warmed right up."

Butters was carefully avoiding looking at Kenny. He looked back down at his disgusting body. Too skinny. He could count each of his ribs. The ugly black blotches from the guys the night before were throbbing angrily. He swallowed and asked for his parka back. It was his turn to avoid looking at Butters. He didn't want to see the revulsion he saw anytime someone saw him naked for the first time, or in Stan's case, every single fucking time.

Safely covered again in the thick parka, he finally looked at Butters again. Pity. He was expecting it from the too-kind boy, but that didn't make it any easier to see. His heart started to race as shame overtook him. He fingered the cash still in his pocket, counting the bills over and over as he calmed himself down.

"Gotta go." His voice was muffled from the parka's hood, but that's how he liked it.

"Sorry, Ken, I really wish you could stay for breakfast."

Kenny shrugged and climbed through the window without another word. He glanced back to see Butters watching him walk away. He raised a hand in farewell, even though they would see each other again in just a couple hours.

He trudged around the house and started for the school bus stop. He'd wait there until it was finally time to go to school. Just three more months. He needed to make it three more months then he could get his own place. He would be on his own feet and there wouldn't be another pitying look thrown his way. He slouched against the bus stop sign, then slid down to sit.

He closed his eyes as he leaned his head back against the pole. The sky steadily brightened. He enjoyed watching the reds and oranges be chased away. For just a few minutes, the entire world was peaceful, just those few beats he could breathe easily and look forward to the future. As ever though, the birds began to call to each other, doors began to slam, and the world was as chaotic as ever.

Hey! So this is my first FF, hope it reads well! Let me know what you think of it so far! Thanks