Thanks for the reviews guys! I don't get it, first you want Stan to suffer, I make him suffer and now Stan doesn't deserve the treatment he's getting? LOL! You guys are funny! LadyRaven, the answer to your question is in this chapter. As usual, R&R!

Chapter 9

Kenny's POV

I opened my eyes to a dark room. I had been beating unconscious. I realized I had to escape. Rising to my knees, the bloodstains from my wounds remained on the floor. I crawled toward the front door and quietly pulled it open.

As I reached the front screen door handle, Lee slammed the front door on my arm and pulled me back into the house. I continued to yell and run frantically through the house, trying to find a means to escape.

Lee kept laughing at me, mocking me, telling me to look in the mirror.

"See what you did to yourself?" He kept yelling.

Finally, Lee wandered into another room out of sight. I saw an opening, my chance to escape.

I opened the front door and ran out of the house into the cold night, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

My bare feet pounded the hard ground as I ran towards the woods outside of our house. I could feel Lee running right behind me. As I ran into the woods, branches scratched my face and body like hands grabbing me and pulling me back from where I wanted to escape. I eluded Lee and I hid in the woods until I felt it was safe to go for help.

I made my way through the woods to a neighbor's house. Once there, I gathered my courage to knock on the door. After looking in horror at what stood in front of her my neighbor quickly took me to the hospital.

At the hospital a doctor examined me. He asked what had happened. Though I initially hesitated, I eventually explained my relationship with Lee and his steroid abuse (something I've never told anyone). I told him this wasn't the first time that he had hit me but that this was the worst.

After being examined, having numerous x-rays, and a CAT scan, the doctor listed the damage. He told me that I had bleeding around my skull, a fractured arm, bruised ribs, possible damage to my eardrum, and numerous contusions that they would need to monitor to ensure that they would not form into a brain aneurysm. Lee also tore open my intestines which cause a lot of internal bleeding.

I didn't even think twice about what he was telling me until he came to me with a mirror. He forced me to look at my bruised and bloody face in the mirror and asked me if I liked what I saw. I pushed the mirror away and tears started to roll down my face. I couldn't believe that I was looking at myself. That face in the mirror was not me.

The doctor also told me that a few more punches could have resulted in brain damage or even death. I felt numb.

How could Lee have done this to me? I thought about the man I fell in love with 8 years ago and realized I could never go back. I would have to leave my home, my business, my pets, my money, 8 years of personal possessions, and Lee. The same man who had once made a 25 year-old guy with no self-confidence and a goofy smile feel like a prince. The same man that just hours before had been within a few punches of causing me brain damage or even death.

How could I have let this get so far? How could I allow someone I thought loved me hurt me so badly, both physically and emotionally? How did it get to this?

The doctor recommended that I have surgery if my intestines don't heal on their own within the next few weeks. I nodded and I'm grateful that I don't need surgery now because I want to get far away from here as possible. If I stay and have surgery, Lee has a good chance of finding me and I'll never get away.

That night, the doctor informed me that he reported Lee to the authorities. They're out looking for him as we speak. He wasn't in the house and hasn't shown up for work. He's nowhere to be found. The doctor gave me some money and told me to get away, to start a new life, to go somewhere safe. Once I was released from the hospital, I went to the bus station and purchased a one-way ticket to South Park.

Once I was on the bus, the first thing I did was call my boss Kyle."Hey Ken..." He said, his voice is kind of shaky and distracted.

"Hey. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not coming back to work."

"Why not?"

"I'm moving back to South Park to be closer to my family...and to get away from Lee."

"Because of the abuse?"

My eyes widen. "You knew about that?"

"Dude, I figured it out that day you came to work bruised and in pain. I asked you if there was something you wanted to tell me."

"I see. Well if you knew, why didn't you say anything?"

"I figured if you wanted to talk about it you would. I didn't want to pry too much."

"Thank you."

"No problem. Do you want to me call Jim and see if he can transfer your position to the Denver office?"

"That would be great! I'll need some source of income. I need another favor."

"Sure, what is it?"

"I need the direct deposit to stop on my next paycheck. That way Lee can't get it."

"I'll let payroll know, once you figure out where you're staying, give me a forwarding address so it can be mailed to you."

"I'll go ahead and give you my brother's address. Hopefully he'll let me stay with him." I give him Kevin's address.

"Thanks. There's one more thing I should tell you, you probably won't care now that you're done with lee though."

"What is it?"

"He's cheating on you...with Jessica." I don't even respond since I already knew that. "You knew?"

"Yes, he brought her over and locked me in the closet while they had sex. I really wanted to tell you."

"I knew he was training her, but I never would've guessed they were sleeping together."

"How did you find out?"

"I came home from work early one day, just before you guys went to South Park and caught them on the couch. We filed separation papers a few days later. It still hurts, but I'm glad I found out before we started a family."

I shake my head in disgust, I know how he feels. "I'm so sorry Kyle."

"Thanks, I'm sorry you had to go through this shit too."

"Thanks."

"I'll let you go, I'll call when I talk to Jim about your job."

"Thanks again Kyle."

"No problem. Be safe." We hang up.

Kevin's POV

Kyle, Karen, and I are in the living room discussing Kenny and Butters. "I just can't believe Butters beats him up." Kyle states. "He was always such a nice, mild mannered guy."

"We don't know for sure that Butters is beating him. That's only Abby's speculation." Karen adds.

"Yeah, but when I really thought about what she said, I'm sure she's probably right." I tell them. "We know for a fact that Stan's fighting for his life because of him."

"We have to figure out how to get Kenny out of there." Kyle states. "I can book us a ticket to Atlanta."

I nod. "Good idea. Just know that you better be prepared to fight Butters." I tell him.

"It might not come down to that. We just have to get Kenny out of there immediately."

I nod and then my phone rings. I look at it and see its Kenny calling me. "Speak of the devil..." I show them my phone before I answer it. "Hey Kenny."

"Hi. I'm on the bus right heading to South Park. Can you meet me at the bus station around 5:30 tomorrow afternoon?"

"I can. What's going on? Why are you on a bus?"

"I'll explain when I get there. Please make sure you're at the bus station. My phone may be disconnected by the time I get there so I may not be able to call."

"No problem. I'll see you tomorrow." I hang up and look at Kyle and Karen. "We can cancel that Atlanta trip, Kenny's on his way here."

"What? Why?" Karen asks.

I shrug. "I'm not sure. He asked me to meet him at the bus station tomorrow and he'll explain when he gets here." Karen and Kyle nod. I have the feeling that nothing good is going to come of Kenny coming back home.

Butters' POV

That damn Kenny thinks he's slick! He's thinks he's going to try to have me arrested and then leave town. His dumbass is going to think I'm in an Atlanta jail, but little does he know, I got on a plane to South Park. I'm waiting for him to arrive. I refused to stay somewhere where I'm wanting by the police. Especially when I'm an innocent man!

I decided to pay Stan's ass a visit. I put on some scrubs I found so people will think I work here. I see that Stan's alone with a doctor so this is the perfect time for me to have a chat with him once the doctor is gone.

The doctor walks out with a nurse that I didn't realize was in there too. They're discussing some surgery Stan had and think that increased his chance of survival. They're hoping he comes out of his coma soon. That's not what I want!

Once they're gone, I walk in Stan's room. I look at him and shake my head. "It never had to come to this Stan...if you would've just stayed away from Kenny..."

I notice Stan's eyes start to flutter. Could this little asshole be waking up? Then he opens his eyes and looks around before focusing on me. "B-Butters?" He struggles to get out. That's when I notice his jaw has been wired shut. I smile at his situation.

"I told you, it's Lee to you!" I raise my hand up and he closes his eyes. I start laughing and I put my hand down. "You're so pathetic looking right now, that it would be low on my part to hit you right now."

He opens his eyes. "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to make it clear to you that just because Kenny "left" me, don't think he's going to come running to you!"

"Kenny?"

"Yes! Your little lover boy! I don't what he ever saw in you! But I refuse to let you come In between me and my investment!"

He shakes his head. "I didn't..." I notice he's reaching for his call button.

I grab it from him. "Oh no you don't!"

"Please..."

"Not until you hear everything I have to say!" I notice he has tears in his eyes. I smile. "Something wrong Stan? Am I upsetting you?"

He nods. "I haven't seen or spoken to Kenny in years before that night."

"I made sure of that. But for some reason, Kenny still has strong feelings for your pitiful ass!"

He shakes his head. "I don't think so..."

"I knew if we ever came back to South Park, you two would run into each other and all his feelings would return and that's exactly what happened!" This time, I back slap him before he has a chance to realize what's happening.

"Ouch!" He cries out as he rubs his cheek. "We were just talking, no feelings involved at all. I swear!"

"You ruined Kenny as it is! Because of you raping him he can't have sex without his asshole bleeding for weeks! So I'm sure you can imagine what kind of sex life we had!" I slap him again, this time harder than the first time.

Tears begin falling from his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've done to hurt Kenny, to him and everyone else…"

"I don't give a fuck about those other whores! Kenny was my man and because of you he was NEVER the same and never will be the same again! I'm glad I took care of you!"

"What do you mean?"

I smile. "Let me fill you in on something. The first year you were in jail, you requested a flu shot. I made sure that instead of you getting that, you were injected with the AIDS virus. That's how you contracted AIDS."

His eyes widen. "You did this? Why?"

"You ruined Kenny's life so I wanted to ruin yours." I stare at him up and down. "Look at you, you're slowly wasting away! You're nothing but pathetic waste of space! The world will be better off without you!"

He shakes his head. "What about my kids? Do you want them to lose their father at a young age?"

"What about them? You don't even have custody of 3 of them and Abby is definitely better off without you! She can live her life like a normal teenager!" I get closer to him. "Most importantly, Kenny and I can continue our relationship without you being a threat to us! I wish I would've killed that day…but lucky for you, I'm not a murderer! I just want to make you suffer like you've made us suffer!" I look around and see a scalpel. I grab and hold it up.

His eyes widen. "W-what a-are you going to do?" His voice is trembling. I can see the fear in his eyes and hear it in his voice. I'm loving it.

I pull back his blanket. "Your dick has been a problem for so many people and now that you have AIDS, you really don't have a use for it anymore. It's time to get rid of it!" He closes his eyes as I raise the scalpel.

"Get away from him!" I hear. I turn and see Abby standing at the door. "How the hell did you get in here?" She walks over and stands in between Stan and me. "Get out of here! I'm calling security!"

"Your daughter won't always be around to protect you! Remember that!" With that I leave.

Preview:

Kenny and Kevin reconcile.

Butters is caught.

A/N: So obviously I was originally going to kill Stan, but since you guys requested it, he's still alive. That doesn't mean he won't die later! :-)