A/N: Hey guys! I don't really know what to say up here, so I'll just get right to it! I don't own South Park, enjoy!
Chapter 3: The Three Little Pigs
Kenny woke up in his bed the next morning. He went to stand but felt a large pain in both his spine and backside. And of course, his self-worth and all, but Kenny felt it was pointless to worry over that anymore.
He stood for a half of a second before letting out a cry of pain and falling back on his sheets. He held his hands to his face and let out both a yawn and a sigh.
"Damn." He moaned quietly, as he brought a hand down to rub his sore areas. "I guess five was one too many."
His eyes and dirty body were both tired. His only wish was to be able to just sleep for the whole weekend. As his eyelids began to grow heavy, he felt himself about to drift back into his dreams. Though he was soon jerked right back out of them.
"Kenny!" his dad shouted through the door. "Get up! It's already afternoon!"
The teen sighed loudly and rolled over in his bed. Sparks of uncomfortable pain shot up his legs and back, making him whimper a bit. Though he realized at this point, the pain didn't seem to hurt him as much anyway.
Kenny then forced himself to stand, groaning as the pain shot up again. He stretched his arms up, hoping to release some of the pain to no avail. He soon walked over to his desk. He stripped from the dirty clothes he'd sleep in from yesterday, before changing into an old pair of jeans and a dingy, white tee. He threw his orange parka over it, not bothering to pull on the hood. Why bother?
He then limped to a cracked mirror on the wall in his room. He used his fingers to attempt and tame his blonde locks, though it never did what he wanted it to anyway. He didn't know why he still messed with it. He then looked over his face. Bruises, scratches and cuts covered the pale, white skin. He'd normally cover them up with his hood, but again, why bother? His dad was the one that made most of these marks anyway, along with the men on the streets. Kenny didn't want anyone to know about any of that of course, but today he'd just stay inside anyway.
He stretched and yawned again, before pulling on his worn out, brown work boots along with his brown gloves. Turning the knob on his door, he stepped out and looked around the house.
"Good morning, sweetheart." Carol smiled, hugging Kenny.
"It's nearly afternoon, Carol." Stuart rolled his eyes, a mug of coffee in his hand. "Don't encourage his laziness."
"Look who's talking." Kenny mumbled, knowing his dad's foul attitude was from a hangover.
"What?" Stuart growled, raising a thick eyebrow.
Kenny shook his head and kissed his mother on the cheek. "Is Karen up yet?"
"No, she ain't." Stuart grumped, knocking harshly on her door. "Karen!"
Kenny then opened her door to see his sister sitting up with her doll in her arms. He strode, trying not to limp, over to her and picked her up in his arms. He kissed her forehead and smiled. "Good morning."
She giggled, tossing her doll back on her bed and hugging Kenny around his neck. "Morning."
Kenny then carried his little sister out of the room. He strode to Kevin's door and knocked on it. "Kevin?"
"Wake up!" Karen squeaked, still hanging onto Kenny's neck.
Kevin came to the door, fully dressed with a smirk on his face. "Morning."
"Why so happy?" Kenny asked, looking up at his older sibling.
"I don't have to...stay here." He responded, leaving from his doorway.
"Where are you going, darlin'?" Carol asked Kevin.
"A…friend's house." He answered quickly, before he then walked through the house. "I'll be home…later."
He left from the front door and shut it behind himself quickly. Carol and Stuart both exchanged glances but shrugged, as the both of them then left and went to the living room to watch the black and white television.
Kenny then let Karen down from his hold and she pulled him by his hand back into her room. "Come on, Kenny!"
Kenny then sat on her bed and pulled her onto his lap.
"Can we play something, Kenny?" she asked, leaning her head against her elder brother's chest.
"Well, my friend Kyle's comin' over soon, Karen." He said, hugging her close. "But I'll tell you a story if you want."
Karen's big eyes grew wide as she nodded and clapped her hands. "Yeah!"
Kenny nodded, as Karen grabbed her doll. She held it in her lap and Kenny cleared his throat.
"Once upon a time there were three little piggies named Kevin, Kenny and Karen. Kevin was a silly pig, Kenny was a very awkward pig and Karen was a smart, pretty little piggy."
Karen giggled at the story, as she held Kenny's hand.
"The three pigs one day went out to build houses. Kevin built his house out of straw, Kenny built his house out of sticks and smart little Karen built her house out of bricks. After their houses were built, they all said goodbye and went to go to bed in their new homes."
Meanwhile, Kyle had just left his house and started over to Kenny's.
Karen giggled. "What happened next, Kenny?"
Kenny smiled and hugged her. "Later that night, Kevin heard a rustle. The big, bad Cartman wolf was outside and he was mad."
Karen laughed, as she imagined her brother's overweight friend with both ears and a tail.
"Cartman wolf stopped outside Kevin's house and said, 'I'll huff and puff and blow your house down!' So he huffed and puffed and blew Kevin's house down! Cartman wolf ran towards Kevin, but he ran to Kenny's stick house. Kenny let him in and they sat together inside. Soon, Cartman wolf approached the house."
Karen looked up at her brother happily and giggled again.
"He said, 'I'll huff and puff and blow your house down!' So he huffed and puffed and blew Kenny's house down. Cartman wolf then ran towards both Kevin and Kenny, but they ran to Karen's brick house. Since Karen was the sweetest piggy in the world, she let them in."
Karen's smile didn't falter.
"Cartman wolf then stopped outside Karen's house and yelled, 'I'll huff and puff and blow you house down!' So he huffed and puffed, but couldn't blow it down. Soon came Kyle, the guy that works at animal control."
Karen giggled, remembering her brother's Jewish friend.
"Kyle then put a leash on Cartman wolf and took him to the animal shelter. Kevin, Kenny and Karen laughed from the window and then walked to the kitchen and ate cake and drank hot chocolate. The end."
Karen giggled at the ending, before she then turned and hugged him around his neck. She kissed his cheek and Kenny hugged her back, as they both heard chuckling from the doorframe.
Kenny looked to see Kyle and sheepishly smirked. "Hey."
Kyle smirked back. "Hey. You ready to start the essay?"
Kenny nodded, as he picked up Karen only to sit her back down on her bed.
"Can I help?" she asked, hugging her doll close.
Kenny looked over at Kyle who laughed. He looked back to his younger sister and into her innocent eyes for only a moment, before he began to laugh as well. He shook his head. "Sorry, Karen. Our topic might scare you a little."
She sighed and pouted, but nodded nevertheless as the boys then left her room. Kyle looked around the house, almost in awe. Though, definitely not amazement awe.
He noticed the paint chipping off of the walls, the stained carpet, flickering light bulbs and family of rats scurrying around every once in a while. Kyle cringed in disgust, but soon dropped his expression. He knew it was rude and Kenny was one of his best friends. He didn't want to upset him.
"We can do it in here." Kenny said, as the two then walked into his room.
Kyle swore he felt his heart shatter when he saw Kenny's room. He hadn't seen it years back when he, Stan and Cartman had slept over and the sight was saddening. His carpet and walls were stained; the only furniture in the room was a 'desk', that was a piece of wood held up by cinderblocks and a 'bed', which was two mattresses stacked upon one another. He then looked to his friend's window, only to see it was probably a touch away from shattering. The cracks in it were probably the reason it was as cold as it was in his room. Kyle's heart finally lit up a little when he saw a little teddy bear sitting on Kenny's bed.
Kenny noticed where his friend glanced and quickly sprinted and hid the bear under the pillow. "Can you…not mention that to anyone?"
Kyle's face was a small tint of pink as he chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, dude. No problem."
Kenny smiled back at Kyle, who had gone ahead and sat on the floor. Kenny sat with him, as he watched the other pull out his laptop.
"I think we'll get a better grade if it's typed." Kyle smirked.
Kenny nodded and sighed. "Okay, but I need to do more work on it now since I can't use a computer."
Kyle shook his head. "We'll just do it equally, Kenny."
"Exactly."
They both laughed as Kyle started up his device. "I guess we'll start with research."
As Kenny nodded, before he heard his dad yell. "Kenny!"
He sighed, standing. "I'll be back in a flash."
As his friend left the room, Kyle chuckled. He soon saw a rat creeping around on the carpeted floor and a shiver ran up his spine. He soon grabbed both his laptop and himself and sat upon Kenny's bed.
"I guess he won't mind." Kyle says, looking around the floor of his friend's room. He saw crumpled up papers, socks, stains, old bags and a little wooden box under his desk that caught his attention.
As Kyle wondered what was in the box. He assumed it was dirty pictures of girls. Kenny had once told him he hung pictures of 'bikini babes' on the walls, but his mom realized that wasn't good for a ten year old and made him take them down.
Realizing it really was none of his business as to what the contents of Kenny's secret box was, Kyle looked away and tried to type the header of the paper.
Kyle Broflovski and Kenny McCormick – 1st Period Lit
A moment passed and Kyle's curiosity had finally peeked. He was sure it wasn't anything too private. Otherwise he would've tried to hide it better, right?
He stood from the bed and then walked to pick up the item of interest. He took off the lid in a snap and it only took him a moment before he realized what this was. Of course it had to be what a little part of him feared it would be.
He gasped, his eyes widening.
Meanwhile, Kenny walked to the living room where his dad had called from. He sped walked, knowing that Kyle was probably looking around his room. He hated when people did that.
"Yeah, dad?"
"Don't you yeah, me!" His father held a bottle of vodka in hand and stumbled as he walked. "Why the hell is he here?"
Carol growled at her husband, as he drew closer to Kenny. "Stuart, you better not lay a hand on Kenny!"
He ignored her, approaching his son. "I told you I didn't want people coming over to make fun of us!"
Kenny shook his head, backing away a bit. "He-He won't! Kyle isn't like that, dad!"
Stuart laughed, drunk out of his mind. "Sure. That's what all of them say."
He then grabbed Kenny's arm. Carol grabbed onto Stuart's arm to stop him from whatever he was about to do, but he pushed her back. She tripped over the coffee table and onto her rear.
Kenny tried breaking free, but Stuart wouldn't let him get away.
The next moment was a blur to Kenny. One second his dad held his arm in practically a death grip and then the next second, the empty beer bottle collided with his head. Kenny fell to the floor as he cried out, holding the now bleeding cut on his forehead.
Stuart just growled before turning and leaving from the house. "I'm going to the bar."
Carol screamed in anger and shame. She ran over to Kenny and kneeled down next to him. "Oh, baby. I'm so sorry."
Kenny let tears fall from his eyes as Carol grabbed a dirty rag. She ran it under some water and then came over and wipe some of the blood from his face. The cut soon began to stop bleeding, but it still stung awfully.
Carol then found a Band Aid in the kitchen and placed it over the wound. She kissed it and then wiped the tears from Kenny's face, before she held him close. She kissed him over and over again. "I'm so sorry, baby…I love you…I love you..."
Kenny nodded, relaxing in his mom's arms for only a moment before remembering about Kyle. He gasped and broke away, not before pulling his hood over his head. He then dashed back to his room, trying to look nonchalant.
Though when he opened the door and saw Kyle, his face fell. His heart did as well.
A/N: I guess I'll leave off there since I have to finish a lit paper! I hope you liked it! If you did, please review and follow! I love you guys!
