Risashootingstar – He's a bit more whipped…I don't think he just gives a shit anymore XD
Beyond-The-Limit – Does he act anything like my Nick? O.o Consider it a tribute then! Yay!
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"So where the hell are your parents, kid?" Nick asked, rubbing at his face. He had lit a cigarette, making Butters want to both hold his breath and smile at the same time. It was quite a feat attempting both, and he failed miserably, coughing into his sleeve. Nick lifted the hand with the cigarette and looked at the stick, then tapped it out on the counter. "I should quit anyway…" he said quietly. "Sorry."
Butters shook his head. "I-It's your house, sir. I don't want to be a bother." He said. "My dad's gonna be awful sore at me if I don't get home soon…I feel like I've been intruding. I don't want to go back home. I'm gonna get hollered at for leaving. I ain't allowed to go runnin' off like some meth head. S'what my dad says."
"Your old man says a lot of stuff." Nick grumbled. "I guess you should get home before the bitch comes downstairs for her morning coffee, though." He flicked the cigarette butt into the sink, turning on the tap. "She'd throw a royal fit if she knew I let George have anyone over. He's failing in school, so she's made this house into some sort of fucking monastery. No friends or TV. I think it's because he wants to fail but hey, don't listen to me. I don't have any say in this house."
Butters shrugged. "I ain't allowed to watch TV. Eric only comes to see me when he wants to do somethin' awful, and he's been doin' a lot of awful things lately. The fellers don't really see me as one of the guys." He said. "Where's Gage, sir? I ain't seen him come down since we've been sittin' here and we've been in here for a long time, by golly."
Nick raised an eyebrow. "Kid goes and comes when he wants to. I think I heard him leave before you got up. He should be back soon…he probably went out to the café down the road for some coffee. I don't blame him. I touch his mom's coffee grinder and she practically breaks my head with the pot." He said. "Don't worry about it. I'll call your dad and say you slept over here." Nick walked over to the cracked wall phone and plucked it off the receiver, not noticing Butters begin to grind his knuckles together and bite his lip.
"What the hell's your phone number anyway?" Nick turned rheumy eyes on Butters, who spat out the number like someone was shaking it from his vocal cords. What was his father going to say, disappearing for almost a week in this house? His bum still hurt and thinking of seeing that bloodstain on the carpet again made his stomach turn over and twist shut.
He saw Nick wince and his stomach unclenched slightly when he heard a familiar female voice. Oh God, his mom must have been worried sick!
"Yeah, he's staring at me right now." Nick said, pulling a cigarette out of a crumpled Malboro box and letting it hang unlit in his mouth. "Yeah. I'll send him home. He looks in pretty rough shape; I think some kids at school got to him or something. No, pretty sure it wasn't the Cartman kid. He'd be dead if that were the case." Nick sucked on the nicotine rich filter, sighing softly as the female voice blabbered on. He took the receiver down from his ear. "Might want to go grab your stuff." He mouthed at Butters. "She's coming over."
Butters shot out of the kitchen like Nick had burned his hind end, muffling a yelp and limping up the stairs. He'd almost forgotten about his wound; but at least he could run now. He grabbed Mr. Bear off of Gage's bed, hugging the stuffed animal close. He couldn't go home. No. Not with his father there. His mother wouldn't protect him; she had to support his dad. God, where could he go?
He grabbed Gage's black cell phone off of the nightstand, feeling horribly guilty. He'd pay Gage back for the minutes he used. He scanned through the numbers and wasn't surprised to see Eric Cartman on the list. He clicked the call button and held the phone up to his ear, squeezing his bear closer.
"Cartman/Broflovski residence?" Kyle's voice came through the phone. Butters blinked for a moment. He'd forgotten that Kyle lived with Eric now. He heard Eric yell something about people thinking Jews lived in his home. "Shut the hell up, fatass! You DO have a Jew living in your home!" Kyle yelled, making Butters wince and hold the phone away from his head.
"Uh, Kyle?" Butters ventured forth shyly.
"Oh, hey Butters. What's up? We haven't seen you at school." Kyle said. "That goth kid's been turning in your homework for the past few days, but your dad's going to freak out if your grades drop. I mean, you're starting to lag behind Cartman." The redhead said cheerfully.
"C-Can I stay with you fellers?" Butters asked, feeling shame creep into his voice.
"Sure, I don't care if you sleep over. Why?" Kyle asked, sounding a bit surprised. "Usually your dad doesn't let you have a lot of freedom, dude."
"I'm sorry for imposin' on you Kyle, but I can't go home." Butters voice shook slightly. "M-My dad did something real bad."
"Alright, come on over. We'll talk to you about it." Kyle said sympathetically. "I'll make the fatass make up a bed for you. This house is huge anyway. And we CAN accommodate you." Kyle's voice grew hard at the last sentence, giving Butters the impression that he was growling at someone in the background. Butters nodded and hung up, placing the phone exactly as it had been on the nightstand, and opening up the window.
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"I didn't think I'd see any familiar faces in this dump." Henrietta purred, taking a drag off of her cigarette holder and looking at the small troupe of grim-faced goths behind her. "Buzz off, zombies." She said dismissively, waving her cigarette holder at them. They gave Gage suspicious looks, and slunk off into the lunchroom of the North Park high school like wolves. Gage watched them go, narrowing his eyes slightly and clenching his teeth a little tighter on his own cigarette.
"I need to talk to you, Henrietta." He said, wishing he had his cane in his hand. His fingers tightened in reflex. "I think I'm a bit over my head. It's the Stotch kid, Butters Stotch…is there anywhere we could speak in a bit more privacy? I don't want any of these stupid jocks overhearing anything."
Henrietta nodded and nodded her head to a corner of the parking lot. Gage followed her, feeling a bit of nostalgia creep up his spine. He hid a smile as Henrietta sat down, her skirts hiding her knife-slashed legs. "What is it?" she asked in her smoky, bored voice.
"He gave me a blowjob." Gage tried to keep his voice even, but he heard the self-satisfaction tinge his words. He sat down next to her, his legs in front of him. "He was high, but he's done a lot of odd things. He's kissed me to steal pot smoke out of my mouth, and sucked me off when he was high on a joint that was laced with acid."
Henrietta listened patiently. "Well, did you like it? I know I asked you out on a date once and you said no. Is this why?" she asked, still sounding bored, though Gage knew her interest by the amount of questions she was asking. Gage ran his fingers through his curly hair.
"I did. It was probably the best thing I've ever felt." Gage said. "I know I like both guys and girls, that's not an emotional issue for me. He's just too innocent. It's like he didn't know what he was doing. Like he had no idea. His dad raped him, Henrietta. Which is beyond fucked up."
"Course it would happen in a place like South Park. Fucking white trash bastards fucking their own poor spawn." Henrietta sneered in disgust, curling her lips around the cigarette holder. "Well that would have screwed his head up something nice. I can't give advice for this sort of shit…why come to me?"
Gage shrugged. "I can't talk to any of those Aberzombies at school. Not the fuckin' teachers. Who the hell else do I have to talk to? It's not like I don't want to get in Butters' pants, it's just I don't know if I should." He said.
"Lovely. You're not only a goth cliché, you're a fucking gay cliché now too." Henrietta sneered, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "Just get over yourself and tell him you like him, and see where it goes. It takes people a while to recover from rape, so just take it slow. That's all I got for you. I don't see why you had to take a fucking bus all the way here to figure that out."
"Maybe I just needed someone to say it out loud." Gage said, frowning. "What's the matter with you, anyway? Are these North Park fuckers wearing down your nerves or something?"
Henrietta shrugged. "They're annoying. As conformist as can be while still listening to our music and wearing our clothes. The chick steals my clothes for God's sake." She said in abject disgust, shivering slightly and standing. "Go on home and make sure he doesn't have to be alone, you dumb shit."
Gage nodded and let her get back to her troupe, grinding the cigarette to paper and dust in his mouth. He knew what she had been going to say…he just needed to hear her say it.
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"I can't have a wet blanket and a Jew under one roof, I'll go crazy! He's going to organize the fucking pantry and I'm still counting the china from your small stay." Cartman snarled, looking very much like a large, defensive bear pacing the living room. Kyle sat on the couch with Butters, his arm around the thin boy's shoulders.
"I don't give a shit what you think, he's staying here for a few days." Kyle said, obviously prepared to fight his lover on the point. He rubbed Butters' shoulders. "It's okay Butters, there's a room for you upstairs and you can stay as long as you want. Cartman, I don't want to hear anything out of you! You abused him so much when he was young. You owe him."
Cartman snorted and folded his arms. "If he touches anything…"
"He's not going to touch anything, you asshole!" Kyle snarled.
Eric looked from Kyle to Butters, who looked like he was about to cry.
"I can go, E-Eric, if you don't want me here or nothin'. Kyle said it was okay." Butters sniffled, rubbing at his eyes. He held his teddy bear tighter, rubbing the tear-stained fur with his fingers. Kyle patted his shoulder, kissing the top of his head. Kyle's green eyes met Cartman's hard brown ones, and Cartman looked down.
"Fine." Cartman said, but smirked. "So is it true you sucked your little vampire's dick when you two smoked grass?" Even as he said it Cartman knew it was a mistake to bring it up. Kyle's eyes blazed with anger and he stood up, bringing Butters with him.
"Cartman that's enough. Look, go upstairs Butters and I'll get you some soup. It's Cartman's old room, alright? You should know." Kyle said gently, pushing Butters up the stairs and leaving him to go to Cartman. "Cartman, you leave him alone. He's hurt. I love you, but you need to stop torturing him. It's about time you started becoming a decent human being." Kyle said, tempted to shake off Cartman's arms as the boy pulled him close.
"Mm now why would I want to behave? You tryin' to become a rabbi, Jew?" he snaked his hand down and grabbed Kyle's rear, making the redhead squeak and slap his cheek gently.
"No, but as long as he's here you're going to have to be nice to him." Kyle said, kissing Cartman's forehead.
"Scout's honor." Cartman sneered.
