Kenny woke with a start, a bottle smashed against a wall and the day began.
"You heard me you lazy son of a bitch!" His darling mother screamed from the next room.
"Ahh lay off you stupid slut," His father's hangover was eating in to his insults but was not cutting away at his ability to throw things...
Kenny sat up from the floor of his room, he looked across to the bed to see his sister sleeping soundly. Ever since she was born she would be able to sleep through anything: thunderstorms, alarms...fights.
Gently, he reached over and stirred her, her big brown eyes fluttering open, arms wrapped tightly around some stuffed animals, little pink nightdress stained with tears.
"Karen, come on, get up," Kenny mumbled, sighing, he had never been a morning person.
He walked Karen quickly downstairs to the table where their brother, Kevin, was sat, avoiding their parents, he told her to get her pop-tart and then turned to leave.
"Ken," Kevin hissed. "What happened last night?"
Kenny's fist balled up, knuckles turning white. He left the room.
"Asshole," He whispered.
Kenny rubbed the caked on grime from the lowly bathroom mirror, careful to avoid the shard of broken glass that lay on the sink. His fragmented reflection stared back at him: Heavy bags under his eyes, one swollen nearly shut and an angry shade of red with yellow creeping in around the edges, his nose was slight off kilter and his lip looked raw and tender. He shook his head, to him, this was normal.
Kenny slowly withdrew from his parka, a closer inspection revealed the blood from his back had stained the inside layer but luckily it hasn't seeped through. He whimpered as he slowly pulled his t-shirt from his frail body, it seemed surged to his skin. There was a horrible cracking noise as he peeled it off of the half formed scabs on his back, tears smarted at his eyes but he wouldn't let them fall. Instead he splashed some water on his face, cold of course, the only water they had in this house, and began to wash the blood stains from his shirt. By the end they were only light pink, he shrugged the shirt back on and then the parker, after that he headed out to the bus stop.
"Hey-hey Kenny, hey guess what I got?" Cartman screamed excitedly, not taking his eyes from the PSP he had received earlier that day. "Bet you can't even afford one of these babies, hey Ken?"
"That's not true!" Kyle countered, more for his own gain to prove Cartman wrong then to defended Kenny. "Remember when he got one before you and kicked ass at it?"
Cartman's eyes darkened.
"Nah, I stole that." Kenny mumbled, drowning out the rest of Cartman's 'Yo Momma' jokes. Kenny could think of the most perfect one: 'Yo Momma's so broke, she lets her husband beat you because she's scared one day he'll take it to far and kill her if she doesn't'. Kenny smirked darkly. Perfect.
"Hey Kenny," Stan shuffled over to him, a strand of dark hair poking out from under his woolen hat, "Can I ask you a question?"
"As long as it doesn't involve your dick," Kenny spoke while staring straight ahead at the falling snow.
"It's Wendy," Stan was always hung up on his long time on off and on again girlfriend. Right now they were off. "I wanna ask her out, any ideas?"
Kenny pondered the question for a while, feeling the familiar sting as a flake of snow landed on his split lip.
"You go find her, wait till she's alone, then you grab her and bend her over a table," Kenny's face screw up in a ball of anger, Stan stood by, horrified. "and just STICK YOUR DICK-"
"Woah dude! That's sick, even for your standards!" Stan backed away and realized all of the guys were staring at him "You've not done that before right?"
Kenny shook his head hard. Some days he felt so angry it was if he was turning into his own parents.
"Don't you want to get laid Stan?" He muttered roughly as the bus pulled up.
"Yeah he does," Cartman smirked, eyes glued to the silver screen of his game, "WITH YOUR SISTER!" Cartman laughed manically, his voice cutting through the air, his fat face rolling with the hilarity.
Kenny leapt.
"You fat mother fucker! I will kill you, you freaking asshole, you stay the hell away from my sister you fucking piece of shit!" Kenny swung for Cartman but Kyle and Stan interrupted, holding him back as he flailed wildly.
"Kenny! Ken! Calm down," Stan cried as Kenny bucked and kicked, Cartman still laughing wildly. Any other day the two boys probably would have let Kenny beat the shit out of Cartman but this time Kenny seemed like he might kill him.
"Yeah man, you're talking so fast even we can't understand you!" Kyle quipped.
Cartman strolled inches in front of the squirming boy in the parka, patting him on the head.
"See you later, my little Kenny," Cartman cackled, dragging his podgey hand down the pale boy's face, "Dude, what happened to your eye?"
Kenny bit him.
He felt his teeth pierce Cartman's skin, dragged along the flesh as Cartman yelled and pulled his injured finger from the animal's mouth. Hot red blood stained Kenny's chin and it pulsed down Cartman's fingers. Kyle and Stan pushed Kenny onto the bus, avoiding the glare of Mrs. Crabtree as they shoved their friend into the back seat.
"Jesus Christ dude!" Stan squeaked, "Uncalled for!"
Kyle twisted a strand of his orange hair around his finger, lightly smirking.
"It's only Cartman Stan, relax,"
Cartman crept onto the bus, whimpering as he cradled his mauled fingers, tears filling his angry eyes as he glaring at Kenny who was tucked away, staring out of the window, his gloved hands supporting his orange clad head; it was heavy with thoughts.
"Stupid asshole poor kid with that stupid asshole Jew, this scars and I will sue both your asses, blood on my PSP, stupid asshole friends," Cartman muttered to himself as he sniveled and pulled out his PSP. He would do everything he could to get back at Kenny, anything and everything he could.