Chapter 14: The search

"What do you mean he ran away?" Sharon asked. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," said Sheila. "Some of his stuff are gone, and the window was open. We found a rope hanging out."

"Oh my god. Ok, don't worry. We'll help you find him." She hung up.

"What's going on?" Stan asked as his mom got her jacket on.

"Stanley, you stay here with your sister. Your dad and I are going out."

"What?! No, I'm not gonna stay with Shelly."

"Do as I say, Stanley! Randy, get out here!"

Randy came out with a mug of coffee. "What is it?"

"We're going out."

"Huh? Where?"

"I'll tell you when we get out to the car!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him out. "Shelly, watch your brother while we leave!" SLAM!

Stan stood there, forgetting about whatever was going on, and thinking about his bullying sister. He remembered the last time she bullied him. He could recall that every time he looked in the mirror he could see a rad mark across his neck from Shelly's strong hands squeezing his throat. He felt he was going to die when that happened.

The nine year old was wondering why his sister wasn't coming out, so he went up stairs to check her room. "Shelly?" he asked as he opened her door. He saw her on the computer. He opened the door wider and came in. "Shelly?"

The 13 year old girl turned around with an angry look on her face. "WHAT DO YOU WANT, TURD! Can't you see I'm talking to my boyfriend!"

"Shelly, I need to talk to you about something."

Shelly suddenly got up from her chair, ran toward Stan, and pinned him to the wall. Her hands were on his throat, and his feet were 17 inches above the ground. "I WANT YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Stan started kicking his legs. "Shelly, please! It's important! I have nobody else to talk to! I promise when I'm done I'll leave you alone."

She kept glaring, but finally lifted him up by his throat and threw him on the ground. "What is it? And hurry up!"

The nine year old slowly stood up and faced her. "Have you ever had a fight with your friends?"

"No!"

"Well, I'm having a fight with Kyle, and I'm afraid to call him."

"Then you're a wimp!"

Stan sighed. "Fine." He left the room. "I can never talk to my sister about anything."

"Stan!"

Stan turned around to see his sister peaking out her door. "You should try to talk to him. If you don't soon, then you'll loose him in the end."

"Oh. Thanks Shelly."

"Whatever. The more friends you have, the more babysitting money." She shut her door.

"She's right." Stan ran to the phone and dialed the number. It was ringing. He kept ringing until it went to voice mail. He tried calling his bedroom phone, but still no answer. Then his cell phone. Kyle didn't even answer that. He sighed. "He's more mad at me than ever."

Kyle continued riding his Big Wheel through the town with his backpack on. He didn't turn back. Not once. He kept walking until he got to the South Park sign. He was getting pretty far. He decided to look back once more. "Good bye." He kept on riding.

Stan ran out of his house, and started running for his best friend's. There was no way he was going to loose Kyle. Not now. Not ever. He ran and ran until he got to his house. Once he got to the front, he started gasping hard, trying to catch his breath. Once he finally caught it, he rang the door bell. No answer.

Stan waited for a few seconds more. He ran it again. Still no answer. So he opened the door. "Hello? Kyle? Mrs Broflovski?" He searched the house, but couldn't find anybody. Not even Ike. So he headed up stairs for Kyle's bedroom.

He peaked in. "Kyle?" Nobody was there, but he walked in anyways. He walked around and looked at his walls. All the photos he use to keep up there were gone. He then looked up at the open window and saw the rope and gasped. He ran over and looked out the window. The rope was hanging down. "KYLE!!!!!!!!"

Three hours passed since Kyle ran off, but it seemed like two days to him. He felt so bad that he didn't pack anything to eat. So he sat down to take a rest. "Where am I heading anyways?" He sat there in silence. He then put his hands on his sick stomach. He then remembered that he never ate breakfast, lunch, or supper. He didn't even eat the day before either. "Once the point anyways. There's no point in life." He sat for a few minutes and felt even more sick. He put his hands on his stomach again and moaned. "Why didn't I eat?"

"Kyle!" Stan called as he rode through town on his Big Wheel. "Kyle!" Stan tried his friends' houses, but none of them haven't seen Kyle. Not even Cartman or Kenny. He started to grow really worried.

"I promise we'll try again tomorrow," Sharon said at her house in front of the Broflovski's car.

"Alright, thanks for the help," Sheila said.

"I'm sure he's alright."

They drove off.

Sharon and Randy went in the house. "Shelly, we're home!"

Shelly came out.

"Is Stanley in bed?" Sharon asked.

"I have no idea where he is," she answered.

"What?!" Randy exclaimed.

"He's not here. He ran off."

"He ran off!"

"Oh Randy, where would he go!" Sharon cried.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna find him. You stay here." He went out the door.

"Kyle!" Stan called some more as he kept driving and went passed the South Park sign. "Kyle!" He continued driving for five whole minutes and stopped to take a break. He sighed. He sat for a while when he suddenly looked ahead and saw a Big Wheel. He gasped and got up. "Kyle!" He ran ahead to a hill, and saw him down the hill laying on the ground. "Kyle!" He ran down.

When Stan got to the bottom, he found that Kyle passed out. His hands were on his belly, though, so it seemed that he was sick. "Oh Kyle." He put his hands down on him. "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I shouldn't have lied to you."

After a couple minutes, Stan heard a car diving, and he looked up to see head lights. The car stopped, and Stan saw his dad coming out. "Stanley!"

"Dad..."

He ran down to his son. "Why are you doing?! You have no right to run away!"

"Kyle ran away. I found him."

"You found him?" He looked down at Kyle and sighed. "Alright. Come on, get in the car." He picked up Kyle and followed Stan to the car. And they drove off.

"You no better than to run off like that without telling us," Randy said as he drove.

"I'm sorry, dad. But my best friend ran away. I couldn't let that happen."

Randy sighed.

There was a 20 second pause when Stan finally spoke. "How did you fine me, dad?"

Randy looked at him. "It's a man's instincts, Stan. I have them. I know where to go, and I know what to do." He looked back at the drove.

"OH." Stan was silence for a bit. "I have those instincts, too. It just took be a while to use them."

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