I DONT OWN SOUTH PARK lol
I sat in Kyle's living room, shifting alkwardly, feeling out of place. The pictures of a happy family on the walls, drawings Kyle and Ike had made in previous years framed.. So different from my home. I had a glass of water, and was taking small sips, trying to calm myself aftee the emotionally draining incident in front of my house... Kyle insisted I could live at his house, after he had found out how my "mother" treated me. I refused, but finally agreed to at least stay the night. If he knew about the physical abuse... Well I'm sure he would never let me leave. I sighed and leaned against the chair, closing my eyes.
The door swung open thudding against the wall. My eyes shot open, Stan coming into view. He smiled, as Kenny filed in behind him. "Sorry," he said laughing, as Kenny closed the door. I wiped my eyes and looked at the ground, the caepet suddenly becoming my focus. " Hey fatass." Stan said taking the seat next to me. I visibly flinched as he said the word fatass.
"Cartman? You okay?" Kenny said, concern filling his voice, as he sat on the other side of me. I didnt look up, instead I looked at the floor even more directly.
" Yeah whats wrong fatass, cheesy poofs get disconnected or something?" Stan said laughing. A tear fell down my face, dropping on the floor."
"Stan..." Kenny said, with an edge in his voice. Stan looked at me, shock filling his face.
"... Dude, what'd I say?" Stan said, concern filling his voice.
"Stan... Go into the other room." Kenny said, touching my shoulder.
"Um... Okay." He said, alkwardly shuffling out of the room.
Kyles POV
God, how did i not notice it before? He's so fucking skinny, I could see all of his ribs! I'm never calling him fatass again, as long as I live. "God this matress is heavy." I said. I was pulling the old matress out from under my bed, for Cartman. I placed It next to my bed and I went and grabbed some sheets from the closet. I ran downstairs, into the kitchen, and saw a note placed on the fridge.
Hey buble,
I know this is short notice, but im afraid that your father, Ike, and I are going out of town for the week. Your aunt linda is having her baby, and were going to help. I dont trust Ike alone, remember last time? Well since your 18 now, I decided you can be on your own for the week. Stan, kenny, and that Cartman boy can come over, but no one else. Theres 200 dollars for an emergency or food. Remember to take your insulin.
Love, mom.
"Geez mom'" I muttered to myself. I put the money in the cuboard, and paused in the kitchen when I heard someone talking in the next room.
"Hey fatass." Stan? I thought to myself. What is he doing here? Dammit, dont call him fatass.
"Cartman you ok?" Kenny? I thought.
" Yeah whats wrong fatass, cheesy poofs get disconnected or something?" Stan said. Rage built up inside me, picturing Cartmans sad face. Comments like this drove him to his disorder.
"Stan." Keny said.
"...Dude what'd I say?" Stan said.
" Stan, go in the other room." Kenny said.
'' Um, okay." Stan said walking into the kitchen.
Stan turned to me and smiled. " Hey kyle, Kenny and I just barged in, but we wanted to see you. By the way, whats wrong with Cartman. He's crying."
" Well Stan, you'd be crying to if you'd been living a lie for a year, your mom wanted you to die, and you were bulimic, and you had just tried to kill yourself by jumping in front of a car. My car in fact. And I brought him here so he could be away from his mom." I said, my voice filled with solace.
Stan stood there in shock. "Oh my god.. I've got to apologize." Stan said, guilt filling his voice.
I sighed and hugged him. " It's fine Stan. I'll talk to him, you didn't know."
End of Chapter 2
Hey everyone xD well the next chapter is gonna start off with kenny talking to cartman. Sorry these chapters have been short, I'll make the next one longer.
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