I'm very sorry for the late update! I've been going through a bunch of family crap lately. But I never did give up on the story! I promise I'll keep submitting! But anyways…here's chapter 10! Enjoy!

Stan's POV

Oh God, please tell this didn't happen.

Please tell me there will be a way out of this for once!

Please tell me that my mom, the one who gave me life, my mother, believes me now that she saw what Paul did to me with her own eyes.

She doesn't. Her hatred for me grew. She hasn't seen me in the hospital once! The only person who did was my dad. He found out about everything and I told him about Cartman. I told him how in love I was with him. But he despised me after I told him about our relationship as a couple. His face twisted in disgust and his words fell on my heart like cold rain. His awful bitter words that made me feel like a fool.

"I never wanted my one and only son to be a queer. All my life I wanted a real son. Not a fag" he said to me while I lay vulnerable in the hospital. He left without saying good bye. And I cried.

I cried so hard my throat hurt. My tears were hot and my face was full of pain. I just want to leave. I want Cartman to take me somewhere and never come back. But that would be selfish.

I don't know what to do anymore.

Significant Other: Save Me

I was so ready for tonight. Paul was going to really get it good! I know Stan told me to not try anything but how the hell could I? That perverted son-of-a-bitch violated Stan! AGAIN! I was not about to let it slip away this time.

Stan is everything and more to me. I hate seeing him hurt and in the hospital, looking as if he was about to die. And because of that I am going to beat the shit out of him. I'm going to beat him so hard, all his teeth fall out and he dies a slow and painful death from blood loss. He will regret what he did.

I went to the shed in my backyard to look for a weapon. Preferably a baseball bat, but in this situation anything could work as long as it hurts him badly.

I lifted up the lock on the shed door and walked inside. I went to the large crate holding all of my old baseball crap from elementary school and took out a small titanium tee-ball bat. I examined it and felt the weight of the small bat. It actually wasn't bad at all. It was light-weight so I could swing the bat super fast and hard at that asshole, and it was titanium so there will be lots of blood. I wasn't planning on actually killing him. I don't want Stan to talk to me behind a bullet proof window through a phone at a prison. It'd be too much for him.

I took the bat and headed back inside. I ran up to my room and put the weapon on my bed and searched in my closet for something black. I didn't want him to recognize me because then he'd tell the police and I'd be doing some time.

My eyes came across a sweatshirt that I haven't worn since I lost all of my weight. It was too big for me to wear so I shoved in the back of my closet. I looked it over and came to realize that it should work.

After I got all my things ready, I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt over my head. The brim of my hood completely covered my eyes so he won't be able to recognize me. It was a good idea to choose a huge black sweatshirt that covered my face. No one would suspect a thing.

Once I got to Stan's house, I looked through the front window to see if Paul was home. And he was. He was sitting on the couch drinking some Budweiser. By the looks of it, I could tell he was completely drunk. Beer bottles littered the floor and his face was red and blotchy. And when he stood for a brief moment, he staggered and fell back onto the couch.

He yelled in anger and threw the bottle at the wall behind the TV. When I looked at the television screen, I noticed what he was so pissed off about. I saw a young woman reporter standing outside the South Park Hospital and a picture of Stan on the top right and corner. They were talking about Stan's rape and his condition.

I decided it was time to move on the asshole and snuck into the backyard. I went to the slider door and pushed it sideways gently to see if it was open. 'Damn' I thought. 'Locked'. I searched for another way into the house.

I walked to the side of the house and noticed a tall hedge climbing up to an open window. The hedge as in front of what appeared to be a ladder looking thing. I looked around me to make sure no one was looking at me. I grabbed hold of the supporter and started to climb up.

I was almost there until my foot slipped and one of the boards supporting my broke. I almost fell backwards but luckily my reflexes kicked in and I grabbed the wall of the house. My heart was beating out of my chest and I was breathing hard. That was fucking crazy!

I got to the window and climbed through the window. My pants got snagged on the lock on the window pane and I fell forward. I landed on the bed with a thud and sat up. After I snagged my pants free, I realized who's room I was in.

Stan's room

I looked around for a moment. I don't know why. It's not like I haven't been in his room before. I was about to head downstairs until my eyes caught a picture on Stan's nightstand. And I recognize who the person was in the picture.

It was a picture of me

I smiled. I don't remember ever giving him a picture of me. I was knocked out of my thoughts by a huge bottle being flung at me, almost hitting me in the head. I looked up at the door and saw Paul standing there. He staggered a little bit.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!" He screamed, throwing another bottle at me. Now was time to beat the living shit out of him.

I held the bat firm in my hands and swung as hard as I possibly could. I had my eyes shut tight, but I can feel the impact on the bat and a huge BANG!

Even though knocked him out cold, I was still beating him. I kept swinging the bat down onto his now limp body. I couldn't control myself. The entire time I was beating him, I cried. I cried for Stan and how much I wanted to take him and runaway with him. I want to hold him and keep him warm and secure. I want to protect him from the world.

From people like Paul most of all

When I finished I opened my eyes and saw that he was covered in blood. I knelt down and pressed my finger tips to his neck to check for a pulse. He was still alive. He's just knocked out cold.

I left without another word. Now he knows how it feels to get abused. I sure hope to God he gets a concussion. I'm pretty sure he will. He deserves one.

I walked down to Stark's Pond and buried my blood covered bat and sweatshirt so nobody would suspect me. I know I didn't kill him but I don't want to go to juvie. Stan would never forgive me. He needs me more than anything right now.

Once I was done burying all of my stuff, I headed back home. I took off my pants and buried underneath my covers. I felt good for doing what I did. He deserved the whole beating.

I just don't know what Stan would say if I told him.

Should I tell him?

! I'm so so SO sorry for the delay! My computer was being a pile of crap and I had to wait for my brother to fix it. I know nothing about our computer ^^; But I'm sorry I kept you waiting. I promise it won't happen again!

I'm going to just say that there is probably two more chapters to go until the story is finished. Just keep on reviewing! And I promise, no more super uber long delays! I might post the next chapter sometime this week or next. Just keep looking out for it!

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