Only One Person Gets to Beat You Up, and That's Me
By lisbeth-dragon
This is a South Park story.
Pairing: CartmanxButters
I noticed that Butters's dad seems to abuse him a lot in the show. In this story his abuse goes too far. Cartman steps in to save the day. A/N: Cartman will probably say racist and homophobic stuff about Jewish people and gay people (like on the show) I don't think that way about anyone, I'm keeping Cartman in character. I don't own anything from South Park. Anyway, on with the story
(Butters's POV)
I was coming home from school. It had been a pretty normal day. People made fun of me and Eric called me a fag. Token gave me a wedgie and Damien stole my lunch money. Also Mr. Garrison gave me a 'C' on a test just because I didn't show my work. 'Oh, hamburgers,' I thought. 'I hope I don't get in trouble with my parents.' I went inside the house, and then my dad called me over. "So Butters, how did you do on your test today?" He asked behind a newspaper. I looked in my backpack and handed it to him. 'Please don't get mad,' I thought and rubbed my knuckles.
My Dad got mad. "BUTTERS WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" He screamed. "My test," I said quietly, looking at the ground. 'Gosh darn it, he's mad again,' I thought. "Me and your mother raise you the best way we know how and you can't even honor us with good grades?!" He screamed. His hand came down on my face. My neck snapped to the left and I could hear a little snap. "Butters, you have been a very bad boy," My Dad said sternly as he took off his belt. I had been through this before, so I sat on the floor and covered my head, and tried not to scream too loud.
Later on, he sent me up to my room. I didn't get grounded though, thank goodness. I was looking at the welts and put a couple bandages on some small cuts. My Mom walked in the door. "Hi, Butters," My Mom said sitting on my bed. "I want to talk to you, sweetie." I sat down on the bed next to her, wincing from some pain in ribs. "Don't make that face!" She said sternly while she slapped my cheek. "You know your father and I have to do things like this so you'll behave better." "I'm sorry," I mumbled. "You better be sorry," Mom replied. "Your father and I love you and want what's best for you. That's why we have to hit you every now and then to make sure that you behave well." "Ok," I mumbled looking at the ground. To be honest, I didn't pay that much attention because my ribs were hurting from getting hit from the metal of the belt. "Mom is it ok if I go to see my friends?" I said quietly looking down. My Mom considered this for a minute. "Ok, you can go out for a little bit," She said smiling.
I changed into one of my many blue sweaters, and headed out to meet the fellas.
(Cartman's POV)
I was walking with Stan and Kyle and eating some cheesy poofs. "God fat ass, could you be any slower?" Kyle asked. "Hey shut up you stupid Jew fag!" I screamed. "Why don't you shut up, lard ass?!" He screamed back. "Guys, will you cut it out?" Stan asked. "Here comes Butters." 'Oh God,' I thought. 'One more fag I need to deal with.' Butters came up to us all smiling, and stuff. 'It is kinda cute, the way he smiles,' I thought. 'Holy shit! Why am I thinking about this? It must be the cheesy poofs.' He was talking to Stan and Kyle, who conveniently had to leave to get tampons for Stan's sister. 'Thanks for nothing, fags,' I thought. I sat on the curb and Butters sat down next to me. I noticed a red welt on his hand that was bleeding a little. "What happened to your hand, fag?" I asked. He rubbed his hand slowly. "Oh, my Dad got mad at me and beat me up," He said sadly, still rubbing the welts. I was shocked, as I saw more red welts along his arm. I don't know why, but I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. "What did he beat you up for?" I asked. "Oh, um I got a 'C' on my test and he got mad," Butters responded simply. "Does he do that a lot?" I asked softly. "Yeah," Butters replied. "Mostly he just hits me with his hand or kicks me, but today he used his belt. And my Mom slaps me around sometimes too. Sometimes her nails dig into my face or arm."
(Cartman's POV)
I don't know why, but I felt sorry for Butters. I knew that his Dad beat him up after that time I pretended to be him on the phone and called his Dad a pussy. But I felt bad that he got beat up for something stupid like a 'C' on a fucking test! "Don't you get mad at him or you Mom for beating you?" I asked. Butters looked surprised. "No," He said. "They have to do that or else I might get in trouble."
'What the Hell?!' I thought.
They basically brainwashed him into thinking that beating him is ok! That is fucked up. "Butters you can't be a pussy forever," I said with a mouthful of cheesy poofs. "They could end up really hurting you." "They love me though," Butters replied. "They have to be tough on me to keep me from trouble."
I realized that the damage was done and he was totally brainwashed by his parents, so I had to step in. "You can have the rest of my cheesy poofs," I said thrusting the bag to him. He looked surprised as I started walking away. "Where are you going?" He asked running to me. "Can I come with you?" "No," I said looking back at his (cute?) little face. "It's something I have to do by myself."