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Chapter 6:

Well guys, now you know why I dislike my mom so much. She doesn't accept me and she's hit me before.

Many times.

Three months ago when I told her the truth, that was the first time she had ever done such a thing. I wish it was the last time as well as the first. If I really really piss her off, she hits me. Dad and Ike have no idea she still does it, but they're not usually even around to watch.

Dad's way too busy with work, Ike's way too busy with friends. My little brother, the genius, prefers to hang out with friends and dick about than do his school work. My dad has always been busy with work, he just does it more now to avoid talking to my mom as often. I think they've split up but don't want to announce it until later. Maybe when me and Ike have left the house or something.

What? After I ran out? You really want to know?

It's nice to know you're interested.

I knew where I could go, it was so obvious. I ran for Eric's house. I knew he'd help me.

I guessed I fucked up then, telling my mom I mean. I really did think it was a good idea!

Am I an idiot? You know what, don't even answer that. Shitty question.

So as I said before, I ran to Eric's house. He doesn't live too far away from me. I didn't bother knocking, I spend a lot of my evenings round his house so it's basically a second home to me. Eric's mom is always out. He won't talk about it, but she's still sleeping around with many different men. I think she gets paid that way...she's, you know...

The P word.

He told me a while ago, when we had been together for a couple of weeks. I kind of already knew, but I wasn't going to mention that.

His house seemed deserted, almost. It was mid-afternoon and he would've been home for... I don't know, twenty minutes?

How long had I been speaking to my mom? Urgh. Fuck knows.

It doesn't take long for Eric to come down the stairs and see me. He pauses and blinks a couple of times. He's used to me casually walking into his house like I own the place, but I was early and he knew I had news.

He must've known because... well... he knew I was going to speak to my mom but the look on his face...

It was almost as if he knew I'd have bad news.

"Kyle..." Is all he manages to say, he walks upto me and places a hand on my cheek, where my mom hit me. His face seems to darken."Who did this?!" He asks me angrily.

"Is it that obvious?" I say, chuckling a little. It isn't funny at all but I don't want him worrying, plus I don't know how to feel at the moment. I'm trying not to show it but I feel like crying.

"There's a massive red hand mark across your face." He states coldly and very seriously. Okay, he isn't in the mood to smile or laugh. This is the serious and protective Eric Cartman. This Eric Cartman makes you feel very special and... I can't think of another word. He makes me feel safe. There. That'll do.

I don't reply to him, I simply stare at him. I cant bring myself to try to look happy. My expression at the moment is probably pretty sad. He takes a couple of steps back and motions towards the couch.

"Sit." He all but orders. I know there's no use in protesting and that he's only going to help me. So I take a seat on his couch and watch him go into the kitchen.

I sigh deeply, and that's when the tears start to flow. I can't help it, they just do. I close my eyes as I cry silently.

My own mother doesn't want me as her son. She's rejecting me for being who I am and loving who I do. This is such a mess. I'm such an idiot. I've ruined my entire life.

After a few seconds I feel warmth on my injured cheek and when I open my eyes, I see Eric. One of his hands has returned to my cheek and he has a facial expression I've only seen on very few occasions. He looks sad.

"Please don't cry..." He begs softly. I wish I could stop, but I'm just way too upset.

"I'm s-sorry." I sob, this only seems to make him appear more sad. He shakes his head a little and kisses my forehead.

"Don't apologise," he says. It isn't something I expected him to say but fair enough. He lets go of me, turns around and picks up a glass of water from the coffee table. He must've got it when he went into the kitchen. I take it from him and drink, I wasn't thirsty but I knew that's what he wanted me to do.

When I'm finished I lean forward and place it back on the coffee table. I feel awful. Physically sick to my stomach and I can't remember the last time I was this upset.

"Tell me every detail." I hear Eric demand.

I spent the next week away from home. I didn't go to school and I had loads of texts and missed calls from dad and Ike. I was kind of trying to figure out what to do next. Oh, and Eric wouldn't let me leave his house. He thought my mom would hit me again.

I need to go home. I need things to be the way they used to. When my mother had no idea of my sexuality and everything was more calmed. I need it to be that way until I can go off to college or live somewhere away from home.

Eric knows all of this too. We spoke about it. We're just thinking about what to do next.

I've had visits nearly everyday from Stan and Kenny. Eric had gone to school Monday to tell them what's going on so they knew where to find me. Other than that he stayed at home all week to keep me company, though.

After that week I decided to call Ike. He picked up his cell phone almost immediately.

"Kyle? Is that you?!" I heard him practically yell through the phone.

"Hey Ike..." I say.

"Where are you? Mom and dad are going crazy without you." I figured they would be. Well, I knew dad would be.

"I'm at Eric's. Look, I just wanted to know how mad mom was. Is there a chance I could talk her round to... I don't know, accepting me?" If I wanted to go back there I needed to know I wont get hit again. I've been borrowing everything of Eric's for the past week, it's crazy how we've managed. His mom is hardly here so she doesn't care about that, or that I'm even here.

"Impossible. Sorry bro, she's gone ape shit. She won't listen to any of that." Fuck. Maybe I need to try something else.

"Alright. Don't tell her or dad where I am. I'll be home in the next couple of days." I tell him. I hear a sigh of relief through the phone.

"Good. Very good. Okay, I'll see you later." He says, sounding a lot happier.

"Bye." I hang up the phone.

"Do you think it'll work?" Eric asks me, studying my face carefully. I sigh deeply and shrug my shoulders.

"I hope so." I tell him. I'm going to be honest and say that I am really nervous. I shouldn't be scared of my own mother but... I am. So much.

"I'm coming with you." He says. I give him a kind of "are you serious" look. He just gawks at me. He doesn't think I'll argue with him on that one.

"No. You're going to stay here." I say quite firmly. He looks down at the floor.

"Your mom hit you because you're with me. And if this works, she could discover us again and do something even worse to you. As long as I'm here, you're at risk Kyle." Eric feels guilty. Clearly. He only feels that way toward a few people, I'm lucky I guess. He's partly right, but I can't allow him to say that...

"Shut up." I say fondly. He looks back at me and smiles a little. "You're worth every risk, Eric Cartman." I give him and brief kiss and head out of his front door. On my way back to hell.

"Ky-al?" My mother questions looking at me. Her look of shock quickly turns to one of anger.

"Hi mom..." I greet her sheepishly. She clenches her fists. Oh shit, this better work.

"WHY DID YOU COME BACK?! HUH?! YOU PATHETIC CHILD! AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?!" That'll be Eric's clothes, mom. "I DON'T WANT YOU HERE! YOU ARE NO LONGER MY SON!" Ouch. "I HOPE YOU FUCKING DIE IN SOME DITCH SOMEWHERE!" What?! "HOW CAN YOU EVEN WALK IN HERE LIKE YOU OWN THE FUCKING PLACE YOU STUPID LITTLE-"

"I'm not gay." I say quickly.

Silence engulfs the room. I see Ike hiding at the top of the stairs. Dad must be at work. My mom seems to get a different look in her eye and her facial expression softens considerably. Okay, it's working. C'mon Kyle, you're dating Eric Cartman, you should be an epic liar by now.

"What did you just say bubbie?" She asks, a lot more quietly than she was just speaking. Or fucking shouting.

"You were right mom. I'm not gay." I am so gay.

"Y-You're not?" She asks. She's is so fucking homophobic, when I move out I'll be so happy.

"No. I'm confused like you said." I am so not confused. I'm so fucking gay, mom.

"You're are?" She seems really shocked. But in a good way. She's starting to sound quite happy.

"I'm not in love with Eric..." I love him more than you'll ever know.

"Good bubbalah. And what about the relationship you had with this boy?" She asks hopefully, walking closer to me very slowly. I'm scared, but I won't show it.

"It meant nothing to me." It means everything to me.

"What do you want to be when you're older Ky-al?" She's right in front of me now. I feel like she's secretly trying to intimidate me.

"A lawyer." Not a lawyer.

"I love you bubbie, but you're not aloud out of this house for the entire weekend." She says sternly. The plan worked! Everything can go back to normal! I can't wait to tell Eric!

"I love you too, mom. I'm going to bed now." I say nonchalantly. She nods her head and then walks off into the kitchen, not really seeming to care.

That Friday night seemed so long. And I was stuck in my house all Saturday and Sunday. Great. But at least things are starting to work out. I smile and take my phone out of my pocket as I sit on my bed. I decide to text Eric.

It worked. I'm not aloud out of the house until after the weekend though.

I get changed into some pajamas and go into the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I come back into my room I check my phone. I have a text back from Eric.

She won't hurt u anymore?

I can't be certain she won't, but I can't have him worrying or doing something stupid. And Eric overreacts to loads of stuff. I decide to reassure him.

No she won't. Everything will be fine.

He should buy that. He trusts me after all. It takes roughly a minute for him to reply.

She could find out about us.

I sigh. Why must he look at everything negatively?

Not if we're careful.

Please shut up about this Eric... I don't think it's helping.

Kyle, this is my fault. She could really hurt u if she knows about us again. I don't want anything to happen to u.

Aww. It's cute but I have a bad feeling in my stomach. Where is he going with this?

Don't worry. We can get through anything together. I love you.

I wait patiently for a reply and get one about thirty seconds later.

Love u too. I'll always love you, just remember that Kyle.

I wonder for a second why he says the last part, it's probably nothing. I smile and turn my phone off. I can finally sleep after such an eventful day.

Sunday night was when everything changed. Eric texted me at about nine 'o' clock at night.

Under the welcome mat at my house.

I was very confused. I had no idea why he texted me this, especially at this time. But it's Eric, there must be a reason.

I climbed out of my window and got down to the ground via my tree. I decided to check this out while I remembered. Plus it was pretty mysterious, I have a big sense of adventure.

When I got to his house, something wasn't right. It was dark. All the lights were off. But Eric could be in bed and his mom would be out. Or maybe he was surprising me with something and it was supposed to be this way?

I felt a little giddy but decided to follow his instructions. I walk up to his front door and lift the welcome mat. One object lies beneath it.

An envelope.

I remember crying myself to sleep that night. I remember feeling like utter shit and regretting everything. I regretted being truthful to my mom. As I fell asleep that night, the letter inside that envelope haunted my dreams and took over my brain.

My life was ruined.

Kyle,

I'm not good with goodbyes, and I know you'd cry and try to stop me, so by writing this down I'm making it easier. I've left. Me and my mom left this weekend while you were stuck at home. You just stopped your mom hitting you, I'm not going to be the reason she starts again. You're better off without me anyway, all I've done is cause trouble. This is hard for me, my mom's been wanting to move for a while and she probably would've left me anyway. I guess this was just a free ticket out of South Park. Don't get your hopes up, I'm never coming back. And I'm not revealing where I've gone either. I haven't told anyone. You're better off this way.

Remember, I will always love you.

Eric.

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Review responses:

AriJustAri: No I've honestly never written Kyman before! But I do have writing experiance and read shitloads of Kyman:/

Anyway, thank you sooo much for complimenting my skills and I hate Sheila so I thought she'd make a great villian. And if you liked the last chapter then I'm sure you'll like this one:)

esmtz: She's not just a bitch! She's a super bitch! Of course Gerald and Ike will always be there for Kyle but they're also in a difficult situation:/

Thank you so much for reviewing like every chapter! I hope you enjoyed this chapter:)

symphknot: I hate her too! And yep, you gave a good guess there! I hope you liked this chapter!