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Chapter 6

Kyle's POV

After Karen's blow up on Kenny and his explanation on why he'll never find love again, I decided it was time for me to pay Stan a visit. I'm so angry with him for what he's done to Kenny. Stan has single handily fucked up Kenny's life and it's time that someone called him out about it. I guess that someone is going to have to be me.

I knock on his door. I hear yelling and screaming just before he answers. "Kyle!" He greets and gives me a hug. "I'm so happy to see you. Come on in!" I walk in and I see the twins chasing Abby and Sarah is crawling around behind them. "So what brings you by?"

"I want to talk you, but if you're busy, we can talk another time."

"Now is good, I'll send the kids to their rooms. Go ahead and have a seat." He picks up Sarah. "Come on guys, I need to talk to Kyle in private so I need you guys to play in your room until I'm done." Abby kind of lags along behind the rest. "Abby, come on you little brat! Don't make me tell your ass again!" He leads the kids to their rooms.

I sit down on the couch while I wait for him to return. His house is a mess. There's toys all over the floor. Old food stuck to the carpet and smear on the walls. I see empty liquor bottles everywhere and an ashtray filled with cigarette butts. Plus dirty dishes everywhere. I can't believe he lives like this, much less, lets his kids live like this! If I were still close to Stan, I would help him out and clean this place up, but where we stand now, I know I would be overstepping my boundaries.

Stan comes back in the living room and sits down on the couch. "Sorry about that dude." He says as he lights a cigarette.

"Stan, I know this is your house and all, but could you put that out please?" I ask him nicely.

He rolls his eyes and puts the cigarette out. He picks up a whiskey bottle and starts drinking from it. "Is this better?"

I roll my eyes. "Well I would prefer to talk to you sober, but if you have to drink then by all means."

He takes another sip. "So what did you want to talk to me about? Did you want to ask me to be your best man in your wedding?"

"What? No!"

He seems taken aback by this. "Who is your best man?"

"Ike."

"Ok fine, then I can be a groomsman."

"No Stan, honestly, you're not even invited to the wedding."

He takes another drink. "Why not? We're best friends! We go way back!"

"We're not best friends! Hell, we're not even friends! You're not invited to the wedding because I don't want Kenny to feel uncomfortable!"

"So because Kenny is going to be your new "brother in law" he's priority over me?"

"Yes dude! Besides, the reason I came over here is to talk about what you did to Kenny!"

"What did I do?" He seems confused.

"You ruined Kenny's life that's what you did!"

"How did I ruin his life?" He takes another drink.

"Do we really need to go into the whole history again? What you did with his mom and telling him you never loved him? Or maybe you ruining his relationship with Mike? Worst of all you raping him!"

He takes another drink. "That shit happened a long ass time ago! Isn't it time he got over it?"

"No Stan! You raping him has left him with permanent scars that will never heal! You've scarred him for life you son of a bitch!" I slam my hand down on the coffee table.

"Kyle...you've never spoken to me like this before. I can't believe you're doing this because of Kenny of all people! You never even liked him that much before!"

"Where did you get that idea?"

He shrugs. "I just really don't remember you hanging out with him outside of the group. You weren't even on his side when we broke up."

"That's not even how it happened and you know it!"

He takes another drink. "That's how I remember it."

"You know why?" I snatch the bottle out of his hand. "This is your problem! This is why you have these delusional ass memories!" I throw the bottle against the wall and it shatters. "It's time for you to get some help and sober the fuck up!"

He glares at me and then looks at the smashed bottle on the floor. "Dude, what the fuck? That bottle was half empty!" He kneels down and picks up the bottom of the broken bottle. "Oh good, there's still something left in here!" He drinks it.

"Are you serious? Stan, you really need help! Don't you see that you have a fucking problem?"

He stands up. "You're the one who's going to need help when I get through to you!" He slurs.

"Stan…" I back up a little because I feel like this is going to get ugly. "You need to calm down..."

"I don't need to do shit! You broke my fucking bottle! Do you know how much that shit costs?" He tries to swing at me, but misses completely and falls over. He gets up and tries to swing again, but this time I grab him and put him in a headlock.

"I don't want to hurt you Stan, especially not while you're drunk!" I tell him. I really don't want to hurt him, but I will if he doesn't chill the fuck out.

"Fuck you Kyle!" He tries to get out of the headlock, but fails. He kicks me really hard in the leg. "Let me go!"

With Stan still in a headlock, I punch him repeatedly in the face. He bits my arm as hard as he can, then I slam his head into the wall. "Give up yet?"

"Don't hurt my daddy!" I hear. I turn and see Abby standing there crying.

"Oh shit..." I mumble, then I let go of Stan. I look at him and see his nose is bleeding. I look down at my arm and see the bleeding bite marks he left.

"I'm not finished with you Kyle!" Stan slurs as he struggles to stand up.

I ignore him and tend to Abby. "I'm sorry you had to see that sweetie. I didn't mean to hurt your daddy."

"Is he going to be ok?"

I nod. "I'll get him cleaned up."

"No you won't!" Stan steps in as he finally stands up. "Get the fuck out of my house!"

"Stan, I'm sorry, I really didn't want to hurt you!"I try to explain.

"GET OUT!" He screams. I look at Abby who's still crying and I walk out.

Stan's POV

"Go to your room Abby!" I yell.

"Daddy, are you ok?" She asks.

"I said go! Get the fuck out of my face!"I punch the wall and she runs off.

I look at my hand that's now bleeding. "FUCKING GREAT!" I yell. I grab a bottle of vodka and start drinking! I'm so fucking angry right now! This shit is Kenny's fucking fault! He wanted to cry like a little bitch to my best friend about some rape that happened six years ago! My nose is possibly broken because of his bitch ass!

As soon as I finish the bottle, I grab my cell phone and call my mom.

"Hi honey!" She answers.

"Mom, I need you to watch the kids."

"Why Stanley? Where are you going?"

"I need to go the hospital." I lie. "I fell and now my nose is swollen and won't stop bleeding. I think it might be broken."

"Have you been drinking?"

"Just a little."

She sighs. "Stanley, when are you going to learn to be more responsible?"

"Mom, I don't want a lecture. Are you going to watch the kids or not? If you're not, then I need to find someone else."

"I'll be there in a few."

"Thank you!" We hang up.

About 20 minutes later she shows up. I'm sitting on the couch smoking. "Put that out Stanley! I told you not to smoke with the kids around!"

"I'm stressed the fuck out and the kids are in their rooms!"

"Watch your language! It doesn't matter if they're in their rooms, they can still inhale the smoke! Second hand smoke kills! Plus Abby has asthma!"

I roll my eyes. "Ok mom, I'm leaving."

She stops me. "Stanley, why haven't you tried to stop the bleeding?" She grabs my hand. "What happened t your hand?"

I pull my hand away. "I did, it didn't stop so I'm going to the hospital! Later!" I walk out and get in my car. I grab my flask out of my glove compartment and drink from it. I may go to the hospital, but first I have some business to handle...

Kenny!

Preview:

Stan brutally attacks Kenny.

Kyle and Karen are concerned that Stan may press charges.