Eric drove about an hour out of south park to a spot he used to come to by himself whenever he was upset or had thinking to do. Often those thoughts involved the red head in the passenger seat but that was before they got together. There was nothing but mountain and snowy fields,still in the process of melting from springs arrival. Some grass just poking out above the snow. He and Kyle now sat in the bed of his truck snuggled. Eric had to block out the images of Rick, bleeding and broken in the bed of his truck, in the spot Kyle was sitting in. His mind started to drift back to that horrible night, until Kyle broke his thoughts when he spoke. He sat up just enough to look Eric in his blue eyes.
"I know you know whats going on. I was so lost in panic in the bathroom, I barely could hear you both. Whats going on?" Eric sighed heavily. This was something he didn't want to discuss at the moment but he had to know. "Rick was apart of an anti-Semitic cult. He found out your family was Jewish by befriending your dad on chance." He paused, looking down. Finding the right words. "The cult is now targeting you. Possibly your family as well." Eric looked up and was surprised. Kyles eyes weren't wide with shock or fear. Just blank and numb. He hated that look. He didn't have time to speak when Kyle cut him off from speaking. "Why?" Eric spoke back. "What do you mean by why?" Kyle looked back up at him. His eyes growing watery. "I mean, why are they doing this? Why are they targeting me? My family?Just because were Jewish?"
There was a pause and Eric tried his hardest to think of an answer that would help his little boyfriend but he was cut off again. "When you were nine you tried to create a second holocaust. Why did you do that? What did we do that was so horrible?" Eric felt a pang of guilt and anger. He didn't want to think about what he did in the past. He knows it was horrible and truthfully, he didn't know what he was thinking. He spoke. "I-I don't know-" "You don't know? How can you not know-" "don't start this kahl." He snapped to the little red head. Not bothering to say his name properly. his old nickname coming out.
Kyle's anger flared and he stood up on the snowy ground, facing Eric, his green eyes a ablaze with a familiar fire. "I am starting this! You have an answer, you just don't want to tell me!" He yelled as he pointed an accusing finger at Eric. Eric stood up, facing kyle, nearly towering over him. Kyle was 5'7. Eric was 6'7 and most of his weight came from muscle but it didn't stop kyle from accusing or back down. He kept his fiery glare fixed on Erics cold blue orbs.
"Maybe I just don't want to think about that. You know I don't like to talk about my past." "Well right now is a good time to talk about it. Tell me why you did that." Eric nearly growled. "I don't have to tell you anything." Kyle slapped hi face, hard. Hard enough to whip his head to the side. He had to stop himself from attacking kyle on the spot. His flight or fight response flaring up, bottling it down. Kyle growled and hissed back. "You fucking fat ass. Tell me why, right now. I'm sick and tired of hiding and needing protection." Tears of anger were flowing down Kyles face. Eric took a strong hold on both of kyles small arms, being careful, even in fits of anger making sure to be careful. "You say your tired of my protection?" Kyle paled a little but tried to fight back. "I didn't say that-" "You might as well have. You said, I'm sick and tired of hiding and needing protection. I'm your protection. Are you saying your tired of me?"
Kyle froze in his arms. Eric continued. "You want to know this badly and yet the answer isn't even the one your looking for. You want to know why these groups do this, not why I did it...I wanted power. Ok? You have any idea how it is having a whore for a mom, who is gone almost all of the time, nearly ignores you when she comes home then to come to school were even my only friends make fun of me along with the rest of town. Nobody ever wanted me. Not even my mom. Certainly not Stan, Kenny, you. " Eric sighed, his speech over, he looked down, the snow now becoming very interesting.
He spoke, knowing Kyle wasn't going to any time soon and the silence was killing him. "You got your answer. You happy now?" Kyle smiled sadly. "No." Eric looked up with a small, sad smirk. "Didn't think so." Kyle let his smile drop to one of worry. He spoke quietly. As if speaking louder would alert the group targeting him and his family. "Should we tell my family?" Eric paused, thinking. Hating the answer because he really...really... REALLY didn't want to put up with Sheila at the moment. On a normal day he could tolerate her for the sake of his boyfriend but now if she started shit with him (which he knew she would) he wasn't sure if he could hold himself back from punching the daylights out of her."Yeah. Lets go get that over with." They both walked back to the truck, driving back to south park.
Before they even made it inside she knew Eric was there. Soon as they started walking up the walkway to his house she slammed the door opened, her face furious. "I want you out of here!" Kyle ran up to her in an attempt to calm her down. "Mom, please listen-" "No Kyle! I want him gone!" After a few more failed attempts to peacefully calm his mother down, Eric decided it was time to do this his way.
With a growl under his breath he walked up, she saw what he was going to do and tried to punch him away but he easily blocked it and dragged her inside by both of her arms, pined behind her. "What! How dare you young man!" He nearly threw her on the couch. Her yelling has finally alerted the rest of the Jewish family. Gerald poked his head in from the dining room, having been in the basement. "Whats going on?" He walked in quietly and stood next to sheila and Ike poked his head from below the stir railing.
Kyle signaled for him to join the rest of the confused and angry (in sheilas case) family. Eric didn't wait for them to quiet down themselves. "QUIET!" He really would have liked to say shut up but he was actually trying (trying is the key word there) to be in a sense, nice and saying shut up seemed to forceful for the moment...thou he did throw sheila on the couch...
All went silent and looked to him confused. Kyle signaled for him to speak. Eric took it. Speaking loud enough to assert dominance over the room but not enough to be yelling. "Do you all Remember Rick?" just the name sent a shiver down Kyles spine. "Remember how he went missing? Well, apparently new information has been brought to me and Kyle about Rick. Gerald?" Gerald looked up hesitantly. "Did you know your newest best friend was apart of an anti-Semitic cult? We just found out and now there targeting Kyle and perhaps the rest of your family. " Sheila still glared to Eric. "How do we know this information is true, Eric? How do we know your not apart of said cult? You did try to start a second...SECOND! Holocaust." She now stood up. Poking an accusing finger at Eric. Eric snarled and slapped her hand away harshly. "If I was why would I be here, warning you when I could easily kill you?" Kyle stood back, knowing this was going to get very ugly, very fast.
He whispered to Ike to go upstairs. Ike ran up the stairs and Gerald quietly left back to his room in the basement. Sheila growled and hissed back. "I'd like to see you try." Eric could do nothing but laughed lowly and manically at that. "You have no idea. No fucking idea. You want to know what happened to Rick? People don't just go missing. Something happens to them." Kyle stepped in, his hand on Eric's arm. His face fearful and pale. "Eric, don't." Eric turned his head, his eyes cold but warmer as he looked at kyle.
Sheila continued to glare. "What did you do to him Eric? He was a good man-" Eric burst laughing then. No longer able to keep the manic laughter bottled up. "Good man?" suddenly his face turned deadly serious as he pushed Sheila back to the couch. "GOOD MAN! You think he was a good...man? You are so naive and ignorant it isn't even funny. You want to know what he did." "Eric no!" But Eric continued, his voice serious, near a whisper as he got close to Sheilas face, making sure she heard every word.
"While you were asleep, he went into Kyles bedroom and raped him." He heard Sheila gasp in disbelief. Her face not wanting to believe it. He continued. "And not just once. The next day, when he was sick. He stayed home from school and had this...good man look after him while you went to work. He not only raped him again, he strangled him. I don't know for how long but your son could have died from him and yet you see me as the bad guy and Rick the unsung hero." Kyles hands were at his mouth as he quiets his crying. Tears pouring down as his mind relived every painful bit of what happened.
Eric lifted up and she looked to Kyle standing flush against the wall, his shoulders heaving just slightly as he tries to keep control of his tears. She didn't want to believe it but one look at her son and she knew it was true. Rick had turned her once strong, confidant son into something broken and used and scared. She got up off the couch and slowly walked over to him. Tears starting to grow in her eyes. Once she was face to face with her oldest son she spoke. Her voice a whisper. "It's true. He really did all those horrible things to you?" All kyle could do was nod. She gently took him in her arms, hugging him. He cried a little in her arms, his shoulders heaving just slightly. She whispered and brushed his hair with her hand. "shh, I'm so sorry bubbla. I had no idea."
He sniffled and lifted his head up. "I know you didn't an didn't want you to know." Sheila looked sadly once more. "Is this why Eric has been with you so much lately?" Kyle smiled sadly. "yeah. He's been protecting me." Sheila turned to Eric, gently letting kyle out of her arms. "You love my son, don't you Eric?" Wow it was Eric's turn to smile softly. "Yes, mam." Sheila mocked shock. "Mam? Your calling me mam?" Eric walked to kyles side and took his smaller hand in his tightly. "well isn't that what you call your boyfriends mother? It's only proper." He smirked slightly, she smiled.
She sighed. "I guess I have no choice but to approve of this now, don't I ?" she smiled softly and put her hands on either side of kyles shoulders. "You have my permission Eric, to protect kyle at all costs, even if that means your with us 24/7. I just want my bubbla safe." Eric looked serious . "I promise. I wont let anything happen to him." Sheila smiled but looked just as serious. "I know. I'm sorry Eric, I was wrong about you. Now, I have to go get dinner together. Eric, your welcome to stay with us long as you need." Eric smiled as she walked away into the kitchen. Kyles mom may have been a crazy bitch, but now she was a crazy bitch on his side. He felt that Kyle would be safe in the house if he hadn't had Eric to protect him.
AN: well I hope you all enjoyed this chapter :D I was thinking of adding some fluffy, angst,smut between Eric and Kyle in the next chapter. What do you think? Let me know!