(A/N: Hey guys! I hope you all enjoy this story. The boys are all 14 in this story and Freshmen in high school. Shelley is 17 and a senior)
Warning: This story contains SLASH! If you don't like it, please don't read it!
Summery: Shelley has always been abusing Stan. But after learning about his most guarded secret, the abuse turns deadly. Can Kyle save his best friend in time? SLASH Style, Bunny, slight Candy
Affliction
Chapter 1
Stan
Sunday October 19, 2007
Today is going to be AWESOME! It's my 14thbirthday and I have a great day planned. All my friends are coming over for a birthday lunch at my house with cake and presents. Then we are going to go to Fun Land to spend the day. I can't wait to hang out with my best friends: Kenny, Butters, and most importantly: Kyle
Since it's my birthday, I think it is time for me to come clean about something. Something that I've been battling with my inner self for quite some time. I know I will feel much better once I get it off my chest. I'm gay. This journal is the only thing that knows and will know about my sexuality. Everybody thinks I have a strong, healthy, heterosexual relationship with Wendy. It's all a charade. Wendy and I are through (she was nice enough to dump me yesterday, but I've found that I don't care). I haven't had feelings for her in a long time.
Kyle is the most important person in my life and I'm madly in love with him. I realized my feelings for him a couple of months ago when we went swimming at the local community pool. I couldn't keep my eyes off his broad chest and thick red curls. He's so sweet and caring, I can't help but be crazy about him. I will never tell him how I feel. I know he'll never feel the same way.
Someone's at the door. I got to go.
~Stan~
I glance up from my notebook after signing my name. I feel so much better getting everything off my chest. I feel light like a feather, as if I'm walking on air. The only thing that could make me feel happier is if Kyle felt the same way, but I know he doesn't. I'm happy enough to be best friends with him.
*knock knock*
The knocks continue on my door. I had forgotten that someone had knocked on my door. I snap back from my thoughts, hiding my journal behind my pillow. "Come in," I say cheerfully.
The door opens, revealing my best friend in the entire world. Kyle is standing there wearing a green T-shirt and jeans, his green ushanka on his head. His luscious red curls stick out from his hat. He looks absolutely amazing. I grin at him, trying my hardest to keep the blush off my face. "Hey dude,"
He grins back at me, making my heart do a flip. He sits next to me on the bed. My heart pounds because of his presence. I high five my best friend. I notice he's hiding something beside his back. "What's that?" I ask.
He grins sheepishly, pink appearing on his cheeks. "I, uh, wanted to give you this before everyone gets here." He hands me a small white box. "Happy birthday, dude."
I smile. It doesn't matter what it is. I treasure anything Kyle gives me. Carefully, I open the box. Nestled inside is a small ring. With a trembling hand, I pick it up. The ring is blue with a dragon design on both sides. It's absolutely beautiful.
Kyle smiles nervously. "It's a friendship ring. I have the other one." I notice a ring on his right hand. His is green. "I just wanted to let you know how much your friendship means to me."
I put the ring on my right index finger. "Thanks, Kyle. It's perfect."
I hug him tightly, trying my hardest not to stroke the red curls that are poking from his hat. My heart pounds harder in my chest having him so close to me. If only he felt the same way.
"Boys!" My mom calls from downstairs. "Everybody's here!"
Kyle and I break apart and head downstairs. My body tingles from his touch. A huge grin is on my face. Today is going to be a great day.
SKS
I wake up the next morning feeling great. Yesterday was the best day ever. I ate cake, rode rides, and got to spend time with my friends and family. The most important person of all was Kyle. I glance at the ring on my finger. His gift was by far the best. Don't get me wrong, all the gifts from my friends were great, but his was the best because it came from him.
I hurriedly go through my morning routine of shower and breakfast and saying goodbye to my parents. The sooner I get to the bus stop, the sooner I get to see my best friend. I place my dishes in the sink. Yesterday's events were so wonderful I can't get the grin off my face. I'm about to grab my backpack when someone grabs me from behind.
I whirl around just in time to see a fist heading in my direction. I cry out in surprise as the blow hits me hard in the face, knocking me to the ground. Through my good eye, I see a blurry version of my sister, Shelley. 5'7 with long dyed blonde hair, she turned beautiful. Beautiful but deadly.
Shelley grabs me by my shirt and slams me hard against the wall. I grunt in pain and surprise. She hasn't hurt me like this in a long time. Over the years she's given me maybe a black eye or two when her day wasn't going right, but for the most part, the abuse had stopped all together. "S-shelley w-what?" I manage to gasp out.
WHAM!
Pain explodes in my face as she punches me again. I feel my nose break, the blood running down my face. "You stupid turd!" she snarls in my face.
"Shelley stop!" I beg as she continues to punch me hard over and over again. I feel one of my ribs crack. I struggle hard to breathe. "S-shelley why?"
WHAM! Another blow lands on the side of my face. "Why?" Shelley screams in my face. The pain is strong, but I force myself to remain conscious. "WHY? I'm punishing you! How COULD you do this to our family?"
Before I can ask her what the hell she's talking about she drags me out of the kitchen. My heart races in fear. I know what she's capable of. When she's pissed off, she can do much damage, especially to her favorite target-which is me. I wonder what she's going to do to me this time. Shelley opens the basement door and tosses me down the stairs.
I land hard on the ground, my head hitting the cement floor. My right arm is underneath me. I feel like it's broken. I hope it's just sprained. I hate hospitals. Though I would be able to show my parents proof of Shelley's abuse. The world spins around me. I curl up in a fetal position, desperate to shield my important organs from her reach. Her footsteps echo on the stairs, making my now forming headache worse.
"You ask what you did as if you don't already know?" Her foot manages to get through my fetal position and hit my stomach. I give up and lay on my back. She kicks me again. This time I'm unable to hold down my breakfast. I barely miss her shoes. She grabs my hair and forces me to look into her angry face. "Fine. I'll tell you. While you were taking a shower this morning I found an interesting notebook hiding behind your pillow."
My heart hammers in my chest. She found my notebook. She must know everything now, including my most guarded secret: my sexual orientation. "How COULD you be gay?"
WHAM! Another blow hit's my battered face.
"How COULD you do this to our family?"
I grunt in pain as I feel her shoe hit my chest. Another rib is broken, I'm sure of it. It's getting harder and harder to breathe. The pain is so bad I can't keep my eyes open anymore. I close my eyes tight. I feel her drag me to the middle of the basement. "I'm going to beat the homosexuality out of you, turd. I don't care if it takes days, weeks, months, or years. I'm going to beat the hell out of you as often as I can until you see the light," she snarls.
SLAP!
I feel a hot stinging sensation hit my back. I feel very weak as the blood leaves my body. "If you EVER tell anybody about this, I'll kill the one person you love the most. Your precious Kyle."
Tears fall down my face as Shelley continues to beat me with a foreign object. She's hurt me before, but it has never been this bad. And I have a bad feeling it's about to get worse: much worse.
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