Hey, guys. No reviews yesterday but I know some of you like this story. That's good. I hope this one does get reviews however Anyway, this one had like the back-story and stuff. So, why did Kyle leave Kenny? Anyway, yeah, read and review and stuff. I hope you like it ;w;

Chapter 2

Fuck, how could he not notice this before? How utterly terrified the Jew was. How he obeyed so quickly. It was a new sight to see Kyle act like this, but it wasn't new to him. He saw it everyday, but that's kind of what you'd get if you live in a broken family like the McCormick's.

Karma. That's what it was. Kyle had left Kenny for some french fucker who turned out to be abusive. He had it coming. That's what Kenny wanted to believe, but just seeing him there, quivering and staring into his eyes.. he didn't know if he could hate the Semite.

He felt conflicted. He should be angry, so fucking angry, but... he looked so vulnerable. It hurt. So much more than the night he walked out, walked away to the fate HE chose for himself. God, he needed to smoke or drink or something.

Kenny turned around with a small scowl on his face, he was going to kill that Jew and that smug french-

"K-Kenny?" Kyle's voice suddenly pierced the silence. Kenny turned around to watch the other once more as he began to struggle for words.

"You aren't that mad... are you?"

Yes. He was mad. He was fucking pissed that, for three years, he had kept himself to himself. He had kept the relationship at a steady pace for him. He didn't cheat or anything. In fact, he waited for Kyle. He waited until he ready.

And he left him alone.

"No." He forced. "No, I'm not angry, Ky. In fact, I'm fucking excited you're here. I'm excited that the first person I actually ever loved - the first person to tame me and made me study more, the first person who actually openly admitted they care and love me, left for three years and didn't even call." His low, calm tone gradually turned into yelling.

Kyle flinched. Good. He deserved to feel fear.

Kenny sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him. "What happened while you were gone?" It sounded more like a demand than a question. He had to know why he was so scared. All sympathy he should have been feeling wasn't there. It never was.

"Kenny, I can-"

"Tell me!" He snarled. He saw Kyle's gaze fall to the floor, almost in shame, as he took several breaths.

"Everything..?" He looked up at Kenny in time to see him nod. He looked out the window and took another deep breath.

"Three years ago... No, wait. In third grade somewhere, you died from Terrance and Phillip. We had met Christophe just before hell came up on earth, y'see and, he died in my arms." He began. "Three years ago, he came back and saw me. I don't know, Kenny, but we instantly clicked. S-so we became friends."

He looked away, knowing Kenny was listening..

"Erm... he.. he knew of our relationship and there was this.. look in his eyes. He told me to leave you or he'd kill both of us," He hesitated. "S-so I did."

Kenny felt like shit. He held this huge grudge for Kyle for just walking out on him... His thoughts were caught off as he continued.

"He forced me into this apartment, dude. He told me I couldn't go out and if I did, I'd be met with consequences. So he forced me to be this toy; a slave. I'd cook, clean, all those stuff. In return, if there was just one thing wrong, he'd... s-sort of smack me around a little," He swallowed, "Beat me up. He'd tell me these things that would even make Cartman disgusted. He'd just.. use me as a cumdumpster. He'd call me a whore - his whore." He explained in short, not bothering to put in details. He was sure that was detailed enough.

"He left for Russia for a month. I escaped." Kyle finished, with his eyes closed.

Silent. The room was silent as Kenny watched him with wide eyes. All the hatred he had felt for Kyle disappeared. All that was left was this.. sour feeling that he couldn't name. He wanted to run. He wanted to hold Kyle in his arms, tell him that it was okay.

So he did just that.

Kenny practically crushed Kyle into his chest, stroking through the greasy curls. "Sh, it's okay to cry, Kyle. I'm here now.." The boundaries were broken now; Kenny openly cried with him.

"I'm sorry about earlier.." He murmured, rocking both of them back and forth. "I didn't mean.. It just hurt, dude. Not having you near.. nothing'll be the same, be we get back together. I mean.. show me your bruises Ky."

Kenny could already see the hickeys, they weren't worthy enough to be called love-bites, around his neck and collarbone, reducing the usually pristine flesh into a horrible purple colour. Kyle rolled his sleeves back, showing him the small bruises and cuts he earned back from the apartment. Some of them were his clumsy doings - like trying to pick up glass shards - but most, if not all, were from Christophe in some way.

they told a tale.

With much hesitation, the blonde took the red-heads handand brought his bruised arm to his lips. He kissed each one gently, as if ridding him of his past. If only it was so easy. "Shh, Ky.." He murmured. "Lets get some sleep." He whispered, unzipping the orange jacket and discarding it on the floor.

They curled up into the bed, holding the terrified boy close to his chest. He kept whispering that everything would be okay. That he never had to go back. He also said they had to see Cartman and Stan tomorrow, and that thought alone horrified him.

"I love you Kyle. I always will. No matter what happens. I promise that you never have to go back." Kenny had told him before they closed his eyes.

He never had to go back.