Rating: M
Warnings: Harsh language
Disclaimer: As much as I want it, South Park is not mine. It belongs to Trey Parker and Matt Stone, and I thank the Greek gods for them. Anyways, if they sued me, they'd have to sue a whole bunch of other people too~.
Summary: Karen McCormick and Ike Broflovski learn just how calming an older brother's presence can be.
This was all written after I finished my English and science exams today, so yeah, the whole process was witnessed. Review when you're done reading and I'll give you a cookie!
The Comfort Brothers Bring
Kenny McCormick sat on his bed, a pillow between his back and his bed's headboard. He hugged his knees to his chest and pressed his brown-gloved hands to his ears, pressing them closed through his orange parka's hood and his long, thick blond hair. Silent tears dripped down hs face as he desperately tried, in vain, to block out the sound of his drunken parent's fighting.
"Why aren't you cleaning, you dumb bitch?"
"I wouldn't have to be cleaning if you could get a real job, you lazy fatass! I'm the one providing for this family!"
"That is not true! I do my share in helping!"
"LIKE WHAT? Give me one example of how you help this family."
"I keep you under control!"
"I am under no one's control!"
"You can say that again,"
"EXCUSE ME?"
Kenny sniffed and tried to think of where he would run away to. God, he was nine years old! I shouldn't have to deal with his, he thought angrily. I'm just a kid. But just then, a dirty flash of movement burst into his room sniffling and gasping.
"Karen…" he said, knowing why she was upset: the same reason he was. He unraveled himself and scooted to the edge of the bed, his opened arms catching his little sister in a comforting hug. She let out a small choking sound while he picked her up and put her in his lap, leaning back against his pillow.
They stayed like that all night, crying into each other's shoulders.
Kyle Broflovski unlocked his front door and stepped through, confused as to why he was the only one home, tired from working hard all day at school, and eager to plop down on his bed and nap until dinner. Just as he was going upstairs, he heard muffled sobbing sounds coming from his little brother's room.
"Ike?" Kyle called hesitantly. He pushed Ike's door open just a tad, giving him a minute to respond if he chose to. "Ike?"
The sobbing paused, and then Kyle heard a sniff and a faint, "Come in,". He opened the door the rest of the way and walked in. The small Canadian was curled underneath his covers, his tear-stained face peaking out to watch his older brother.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, next to Ike. He had known from experience that the best thing to do when someone was upset was comfort them instead of prying them for information. So that's exactly what he did. He started stroking his short black hair and before he could do anything else, the younger crawled over to Kyle's lap, not moving quite as fast as he would have liked due to the blankets. Kyle, taken by surprise, froze, but then laid down next to his little brother to share a pain-easing hug.
And that's how Mrs. Broflovski found them when she was frantically checking the house for her "lost" sons: sound asleep against each other.
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