Kyle's POV

N-no dad, I-I swear i wasn't!" Butters cried, dodging another throw.

"Dont give me that shit! I know your hiding something!"

"Please, dad stop!"

"You were with that boy again weren't you?"

"No dad i told you, i didn-"

"I told you i dont approve of 'homosexuality', expecially from my own son!"

Another punch was thrown, this time Butters didnt have a chance to escape. A blue circle formed around Butters right eye and he slumped to the ground, sobbing.

"My own son...your a disgrace!" He kicked Butters against the staircase with a loud crashing sound.

I couldn't believe what i was seeing. I understood now why Butters was always so shakey, and didnt talk much.

"Dude, this isn't cool..." Stan muttered, starring up at me. "Why are we just standing here, letting this happen?"

I jumped down from the stool i was standing on and landed in the grass.

We heard Butters let out another cry and then a sudden thump against the wall behind us.

"I dont know...what i'm supposed to do." I said, slumping down the wall beside Stan.

"Well we cant just let this keep happening." He said, taking my hands in his. "I know if it was you in there...i wouldn't just be sitting around."

I blushed, looking away. "Same here..."

He smiled and stood up, pulling me with him. He pulled me to the front of the house and pushed me ahead of him. "Just say that we need to talk to Butters. See what happens." I nodded, took in a deep breath, and knocked on the door and hoping for the best.

"H-hello?" Butters voice said from behind the door.

"B-Butters?"

"Kyle...?"

The door suddenly swung open and there he stood, tall and muscular, right before me.

"Uh...s-sorry sir, i was just...w-wondering if I could talk w-with Butters for a sec-"

"My god you studder more than he does." he said bluntly.

I felt Stan's eyes on me from the shadows a few feet behind, knowing he was there made me feel protected, so i continued.

"Oh...S-sorry..." I muttered. "Would it be possible for me to talk to Butters for just a second?"

He shot me a glare, stroking his mustache. As he was thinking I noticed Butters to the side, struggling to stand up. Our eyes locked and Butters shook his head horrified, giving me a look that read 'please leave before he hurts you too'.

"Sir?" I asked again.

"No!" he snapped back, i suddenly felt Stan's shoulder brush against mine. Gently pushing me behind him, Stan spoke up. "We just need a second." Stan said bluntly.

"D-dad...please...j-just tell them t-that i ca-"

"Shut up Butters!" He shot, glancing behind him. "He is busy right now...im sure whatever you...fags have to tell my son can wait till tomorrow."

My fists clenched against Stan's shoulders, i could feel Stan tensing up aswell.

"How dare you talk to us like that!" Stan yelled.

The door slammed shut in our faces, making me flinch and Stan even more pissed off.

"Damn him." I said, tightening my grip on Stan's shoulders.

"How fucking dare he call us fags..." Stan muttered, teeth clenched and fingers tightened into fists.

I remained silent, i knew that at times like these it was best to just not say anything. Let him cool down first.

"Poor Butters..." I said, looking through the peek hole in the door. "He's...at it again."

"We'll have to talk to him tomorrow..." Stan muttered. "While his dad is still at work."

I nodded. "I dont want Butters to have to go through this anymore...he's just so innocent."

Stan took my arm and gently tugged on my sleeve, "Lets go. We...cant do anything else right now."

I nodded again and took his hand. "I hope it works out..."

Stan just looked forward, keeping a tight grip on my hand.

"I am going to make sure damn sure Butters doesn't have to go through any more of this shit. If its the last thing i do."