A/N,
So, here's chapter 10 - HennaanneH's chapter ^^,
Would've uploaded it sooner but there were some problems with the Internet and then Hanna (HennaanneH) was going to upload it from her house yesterday but she didn't know how x)
Anyway, here you have it - Enjoy!

South Park: Not mahn!

Tuesday.

Stan's head felt like 22 little woodpeckers sat in there pecking his brains out. This was the worst hangover he had ever had, although he had only drunk twice before.

He wanted to get wasted and forget everything but a huge part of forgetting included Kenny, and he didn't want to touch Drunk Stan.

He knew he shouldn't run from his problems but it was so easy avoiding Kyle and spend his time in denial, getting drunk and fucking Kenny.

He wanted everything to get back to normal but he knew it never would be the same. Just thinking about Kyle made his heart skip at least 5 beats and then beat irregular for hours, so he decided not to. It wasn't easy not thinking about the love of your life who you don't deserve but need so much.

So now he was standing outside Kenny's excuse for a house, waiting for him to open the cricked door.

"Marjorine here?" He asked with a monotone Gothic voice when Kenny finally opened.

Kenny slowly shook his head with a grin.

Stan flicked up his pocket knife in front of the blonde boys grinning face and walked past him into the house.

Okay, sex with Stan was weird.

It usually was hot and painful, and no after talk about Stan and Kyle's breakup. Now Kenny was pretty sure that Stan had been crying, his eyeliner was all smeared out and his cheeks puffy and red. When he asked afterwards Stan just flipped him off and got dressed in silence.

Dealing with people crying wasn't something Kenny did without comforting them on his own way. And since he'd already slept with Stan, there was nothing more he could or wanted to do. He couldn't keep having sex with Stan if he was going to be a little bitch and cry during.

Fine, Stan could cut him, abuse him, do some weird shit and he wouldn't mind. But crying? Kenny doesn't like crying people; they are so lame and sensitive.

Without knocking he entered Kyle's house.

Georgie and Ike looked up at him a second and then continued watching Terrance and Phillip.

"Kyle's upstairs" Ike said.

Kenny tilted his head a bit to the side and smiled. "But Ike.. I'm here to see you babe."

He slid down in the couch next to Ike and put his arm around his shoulders.

Georgie stood up looking uncomfortable. "I.. Gotta go to the bathroom." He quickly went his way up the stairs almost falling in the middle.

"W-well, eh.. What's up?" Ike shifted awkwardly as he felt Kenny's hand playing with his hair.

"Yah know..." He gave the raven haired a peck on the cheek.

Ike stiffened.

"Ah... Kenny, y-you know I'm eleven right? And n-not gay!"

"Relax, I'm Joking!" Kenny laughed but still fiddling with his hair.

"Kenny! Get the fuck off Ike"

So Georgie ran to tell Kyle, did he? Too bad, scaring Ike was hilarious.

Kenny walked up to Kyle and gave him the puppy eyes.

"But Ky! He started it" he pouted with his lower lip.

Ike's eyes were wide open. "No! Kyle, I didn't do anything!"

Kyle snorted. "I know that it's all Kenny" Kyle was more than aware of his behavior.

There was a small awkward silence before Kenny broke it.

"Anyways, I gotta talk to you"

"Fine lets go to my room" Kyle had started using the same monotone voice as Stan.

Kenny waved to Ike and followed Kyle upstairs.

"Except for harassing my brother, why are you here?"

Kenny sighed and sat down on Kyle's bed.

"You gotta talk to Stan you know? Today during… I mean today he came to me crying and I don't like people crying unless I can take advantage of them. I mean… not that I have. Ever. Eh anyway, you guys gotta make up and stop crying and being Emo."

How could Kenny be so insensitive? He wanted Kyle and Stan to make up because Stan was annoying, not because he was really sad.

Doesn't Kenny think that Kyle is very upset too and would do anything to get back together with Stan and turn everything back to normal? Kyle wanted all that, and it probably could have happened if Kyle hadn't been so stupid and sleep with Evan. Thinking about it made him feel like the most evil person in the world. Sure, Stan had cheated first but that was just a kiss, Kyle wasn't even sure if you could call that cheating. But then again maybe you could, his usually intelligent brain wasn't working as it used to.

He was angry at himself, he hated himself.

He clenched his hands and wrestled Kenny down on the bed. Kenny, probably thinking this was a sexual act, looked really surprised when Kyle started beating him repeatedly in the gut.

Kyle was stronger than he got credit for so Kenny was probably being very hurt, but to Kyle's surprise he didn't do anything to stop him. He just lay there with a painful expression on his face, but there was something more there... A smile? Was he getting some sick pleasure out of this? Ugh! Kyle quickly got of the bed and fell to the floor panting.

"You're a freak Kenny!"

Kenny sat up on the bed with a lot of effort and pain and arched an eyebrow.

"You're the one who just beat the shit out of me, seriously that fucking hurt" He lifted his shirt up and reviled his now purple stomach, there was a bit of blood but not much.

A lot of scars were showing too, fresh, that reminded Kyle of the scars on his own body.

Kenny immediately regretted lifting his shirt up.

He studied Kyle closely to see if he connected the scars with Stan, but Kyle's face wasn't showing anything, it was all blank and scary.

"I'm gonna head home before you start hitting me again, just... Talk to Stan, kay?

Kyle didn't answer he just murmured something that sounded like: "Don't rape my brother on your way out"

Kenny sighed, not because he wasn't allowed raping Ike, but because Kyle wouldn't be all gay and happy with Stan again. Oh well, he tried to help them.
Walking down the stairs he saw Ike and Georgie in the same position and watching the same show as before.

When they saw him they got a little worried that he would sit down with them or something.

"Bye Ike and... Former Goth kid"

"Eh Kenny?" Ike didn't take eye contact, he was very busy poking a hole in his shirt.

"Yeah?"

"You and Kyle... You didn't... Like.. Do anything in there?

"What? You mean like, have sex?" Ike's cheeks heated but nodded slightly.

"Eh no, why?" Where would he get that idea?

"Um.. No reason I just... Wondered"

"So you just completely, random, without reason wondered if I'm screwing your brother?" Kenny hardly believed that that's the case, and if it was then Ike's a total weirdo.

"No I just thought that Kyle's been acting weird and..." Ike bit his tongue as if he was afraid of saying something that he shouldn't.

"Acting weird as in going around havin sex with people or what?"

Ike started blushing even more and shook his head hesitantly. "Nnh... N-ah..."

Kenny raised an eyebrow and tried to set Ike on fire with his sky-blue eyes. "Tell me Ike"

"Evan!"

Both Kenny and Ike moved their looks towards Georgie. He put both hands on his mouth as if to keep the word from coming out but it was way too late.

Kyle and... Evan? He must really have some kind of Goth fetish.

"You can't tell anyone! Kyle would kill me! At least not pay for my wow game card"

Did Ike really just say that? Someone needs to put him in wow rehab.

Kenny shook his head smiling. "Hmm... Sure.. I won't tell a single soul" Kenny said it with such a sweet silky voice that Ike just knew he was telling the truth.

Oh Ike... So gullible.

The black haired boy behind him on the other hand didn't buy a single word.

He and Kenny almost hocked up once. It was the time when the Goths were in a complete group. The little Goth wanted in on all the Goth stuff, including buying sex from Kenny.

Kenny thought of it as the story of when kinder Goth didn't lose his v-card.

Anyway, the little Goth somehow always knew when he was lying. That's one of the reasons why he got scared when Kenny said it wasn't going to hurt at all.
Kenny knew that he wouldn't tell Ike that he's lying though. The black haired boy had a secret that Kenny happens to know of.
He just had to give the boy a meaningful look for him to know that he should keep his mouth shut.
With that look and a smile toward Ike he left the Brofloski household.

Kenny had to tell Marjorine, and eventually Stan.

Where was Marjorine anyway?

She couldn't have been at Kyle's house, she would've jumped him if she knew he was there. Maybe she was grounded or something; Kenny hated to admit it but he missed her.

He wanted to hold her in his arms protecting her from the world, he wanted to kiss her soft lips, he wanted to run his fingers through her blonde hair, he wanted to stare into those electric-blue eyes and see her smile.

"Fag!" He muttered to himself, flipping himself off.

A woman with a stroller gave him an angry look and quickly walked past him on the sidewalk.

He shrugged and kept on walking toward Starks pound for no reason, feeling a bit dizzy.

Probably from the blood loss; maybe he should take a break from Stan.

His head started throbbing and his body suddenly became unstable.

He mentally left his body and saw Marjorine standing in front of him, looking like an angel.

She whispered that she loved him and held him tight; Kenny asked why she was whispering but she didn't answer, her lips were moving but he couldn't hear her.

He realized that she was saying something over and over again, he just couldn't understand what.

Marjorine had been at the mall shopping some new clothes, when on the way home she saw Kenny being lifted into an ambulance.

She had run to the car and jumped in without asking for permission and talked calmly to the unconsciousness Kenny while crying.

Now she was half sitting in chair next to him and half lying next to him holding his hand.

The doctors had told her that Kenny have several cuts all over his body that probably was the reason for him fainting and that he needed to eat more.

Majorine felt like it was all her fault, she could've prevented this, she should've known something was wrong when she saw the cut on his neck.

Kenny thought waking up next to Marjorine was kind of nice, even though he hated hospitals.

"Oh, Kenny you're up! I'm.. So sorry. So sorry."

Marjorine hugged him tight and let her tears fall in his neck.

He smiled into her soft hair. "Why are you sorry?"

"I just… The doctor said that you have scars and…" Oh fuck, not this again.

Why was it so hard hiding his scars? It's not like he's trying to show them, well, except for Kyle by accident.

"I… cut myself" Great, now she's going to think he's some miserable pussyEmo.

Marjorine lifted up her head from Kenny's neck and met his eyes.

"No, I don't believe that, the doctors also said that you have bruises. And I don't think you beat yourself up."

She had tears in her eyes and that made it lying much harder for him.

While averting his gaze from her he sighed.

"Um… My parents hit me" he said after a moment of silence.

They don't hit him, they're always too drunk and high to even know who he is, but it was the most believable thing to say in his situation.

Marjorine had expecting him to say something like that so she didn't give a big reaction.

She just kept saying how sorry she was and that she's going to fix everything.

And Kenny kept saying that she shouldn't be sorry and she didn't have to fix anything.

It all ended with both falling asleep in the crowded hospital bed snuggled together.

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