I had a little difficulty writing this chapter, as it gets pretty graphic later on. Also, depressing. Like, really depressing. Y'all been warned!

"W-WHAT?" Parker shook her head furiously. This isn't happening, it's just not! "Listen, Bebe, you can't do this. I can't like you back; I don't!"

The blonde girl stared at the brunette hard for a moment before suddenly breaking into a deep frown. She took a deep breath and started crying loudly, greatly startling Parker. "IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE GAY, ISN'T IT!"

Parker raised her eyebrows, confused and offended. "What? No! I'm not - "

"Don't lie to me!" Bebe screeched, pointing an accusing finger. "I saw the way you and Kenny looked at each other! Two guys aren't that close and not gay, you son of a bitch!"

"Bebe, please! I can - "

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I HATE YOU, PARKER!" She sobbed and grabbed the brunette by the arm, yanked her away from the door, and shoved her backwards into the bathtub before speeding off with angry tears streaming down her face. Parker sat in the tub, dazed and in a great amount of pain, and groaned, reaching up to feel the back of her head. Ah, it stung bad! When she pulled her hand back and looked down at it, she hissed: blood covered her fingertips and most likely was smeared against the wall behind her. With another pained grunt, she climbed out of the tub and rolled up a wad of toilet paper, and applied it to her scrape. Normally she wouldn't hit girls, but in this case she figured she could make an exception.

"Ay! What are you doing up here, dude?"

Parker looked up, startled by the sudden voice, and saw Cartman leaning against the door's frame, smiling. She returned the smile and showed him the blood-stained wad in her hand. "Bebe threw me in the tub," she replied. "Freaked the fuck out when I told her I didn't like her, right after she kissed me."

"Whoa, whoa, hang on," the fat teen said, holding a hand up as if to really stop her. "Bebe kissed you? As in, on the lips?" When Parker nodded, his smile grew wide and a few laughs made their way into the air. "Dude, we have to go find Stan and tell him! This is, just, wow!" He pulled Parker along by her wrist down the hall and down the stairs past many drunken teens, and searched for his raven-haired friend. When he felt the brunette try to tug her arm away, he looked back toward her in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"I-I can't tell him. It's bad enough I told you – no offence – but I can't let anyone else know about this! Wait…oh shit, where's Bebe at?"

"PARKER!"

Cartman looked toward the scream, as did everyone else, and spotted the blonde girl standing in the kitchen entrance. Her eyes were puffy and rimmed in red from her heavy crying, and in her hand was a tall cup of what the brunette presumed to be alcohol. She was pissed. The music stopped as everyone waited for something to happen.

"Um, I'd say right there, man," Cartman replied.

"Thank you Captain Obvious," Parker said, staring at the furious Bebe.

The blonde took a long swig of her drink, shuddered, and tossed the cup to the floor before stomping up angrily and getting in Parker's face. "Why don't you like me, you good-looking bastard?" Oh god, she was completely wasted. The brunette tried to calm her down, to which Bebe responded by screaming, "No! Kenny's gone now, so why won't you love me instead!"

"Bebe, quiet down!" Parker whispered, staring at her in fear. "You need to go take a nap, try to sleep off the alcohol, okay?"

"Get away from me!" Bebe shouted, pushing the brunette back with surprising force. Parker fell backwards onto her ass, hit her head on the way down, and let out a hurt yelp, and glared up at the smugly-smiling drunk girl. She stuck her tongue out at Parker before dropping to her knees in front of her and crawling up Parker's body with angry, lust-filled drunken eyes. Parker started to panic, trying to get her off of her without throwing her.

"Bebe, please…"

She smirked, sitting on Parker's stomach. "You look so sexy when you're nervous," she murmured, leaning toward the brunette's face. Her chest was sticking out of her dress, and by the looks of it, Parker guessed she was another jump away from being fully exposed. Her face flushed and she tried to push the drunken girl away, but Bebe pinned her hands down above her head and licked her lips. "You're all mine now~"

"HEY!"

Everyone stopped and looked up; Stan was standing by the door, glaring at the scene ahead and completely sobered up. The other kids quickly flinched away when he walked up to Bebe and Parker, and pulled the blonde off his friend. He gave her a malicious glare and growled at her to get back in the kitchen, and when she reluctantly did so, he looked down at Parker and pulled her up. Then he gave everyone else a nasty look and demanded nobody lay a hand on her for the rest of the night, or there would be hell to pay. Nobody met his eyes as they all quietly agreed, and after a painfully long silence, someone turned the music back on. Parker could only stare at Stan in bewilderment. He met her gaze but didn't smile; instead he led her to the front door and brought her outside on the front porch.

"Sit," he said, taking a seat on the steps.

Worried, Parker sat down next to him and said nothing. The night air was cool on her skin despite it being summer already. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with fresh air, and let the tiniest smile creep its way onto her face. However, when she glanced at Stan out of the corner of her eyes, she found him staring at her with the same almost-angry look as minutes earlier. She looked away, frowning.

"Stan, I - "

"Shh," the noirette said, putting a finger to her lips. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer, taking notice of her flinch at the unexpected contact. When she was right beside him he murmured, "What I saw in there just now…explain to me how that all started."

With a sigh, the brunette told him everything: how Bebe was so pissed at her, how she kissed her in the bathroom and admitted she liked her, and how she pushed her into the bathtub and cracked her head open against the wall. When she got to the incident Stan saw the tail end of, she was looking around in fear and whispering so quietly that Stan could hardly hear her. Parker was so scared; she'd discovered a pattern with Kenny's murders lately, and that was whoever got close like he had with her, he would kill out of jealousy. He felt that she was betraying him by moving on. That wasn't the case at all, but there was no way she could explain that, especially now. She couldn't stop the tears welling up in her eyes, she couldn't stop them from falling, and she definitely couldn't stop Stan from hugging her tight and whispering that he'd protect her. At this point she couldn't tell if this was a good thing, or a quicker death.

Stan rubbed her back and eventually pulled back to look her in the eyes. He at least seemed less angry now, so that was always a good thing. "Come on," he said softly, "let's get back to the party. I'll make sure nobody else touches you tonight, alright?"

The brunette looked off in the distance. "I'm scared something bad will happen…" she admitted.

"Oh? Like what?"

"…What if Kenny comes back…?"

Stan chuckled and ruffled the brunette's hair. "He won't, kiddo. Trust me, okay?" He rested his forehead against Parker's and smiled. "I promise to keep you safe."

Parker blinked. 'I really wish you wouldn't say that…'

"Okay then, let's go dance," the raven-haired teen said cheerfully. He reached down and gently grasped Parker's hand, and led her back inside. Everyone stopped when they saw the door open, but when they all noticed Stan's happy demeanor, they relaxed and smiled, some even waved. Bebe was nowhere to be found, and when Stan asked, some kid told him that she and Wendy were upstairs in her room sulking. Stan laughed and said good riddance, then turned to the brunette with a smile that told her to relax. She did just that, but in the back of her mind her panic levels were rising to dangerous proportions.

Another few hours passed, and by now it was well into the night. Nearly two in the morning and everyone was either passed out or still up partying. Parker was curled up on the floor in a corner, just watching the other teenagers have fun with a smile. Stan had been by her side for most of the night, but left not too long ago to mingle with some other friends. Was she mad? Of course not. Happy? For him, yes. She didn't want to be the anchor weighing him down all evening; she actually insisted he go have fun with the others. She took a drink of her pop and listened to the music playing around the room. She never knew Bebe would like the Punk Goes Pop songs, but she wasn't complaining. Woe, is Me's cover of "Hot and Cold" came on and Parker found herself tapping her foot along to the beat, and laughed when she realized the song could perfectly fit Bebe, especially after all that had happened between the two of them that night. She grinned and downed the rest of her drink, and decided maybe it would be best if she went up to see how the angry blonde was doing. Surely she was sober enough by now. With a quick nod, the brunette rose to her feet and made for the stairs, determined to explain everything to Bebe as nicely as she could.

"Where are you going?"

Parker turned and spotted Stan behind her, and shrugged. "I thought I'd go check on Bebe and make sure she's okay. I feel kinda bad, you know?"

"Even though none of it was your fault," Stan reminded her. She could hear the tinge of amusement behind his serious expression, and smiled.

"Still, I at least want to make sure she's calmed down."

Stan gave her an apprehensive look but finally nodded, telling her to come find him when she came back down. She agreed and ascended the stairs, and searched for the blonde's room. One door was left ajar, the brunette noticed. She listened and heard two girls' voices: Bebe's and Wendy's. Unsure of how to go through the rest of her plan, she awkwardly knocked and nudged the door open wide enough to peek inside.

"Knock knock," she said, smiling shyly from the doorway.

Wendy looked up, startled. When she realized it was just Parker, she gave her a scowl and put a finger to her lips. "Shh! She's trying to sleep!"

"Oh, sorry," Parker whispered back. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, looking at Wendy, then redirecting her gaze to the sleeping form of the blonde girl. "Is it okay if I come in?"

"No."

The brunette frowned. "Please, I need to get some things off my chest."

Wendy scowled at her, shaking her head. When Parker stayed by the door, she sighed and finally let the brunette in. Parker smiled and quietly came over and sat on the bed. Glancing down at Bebe, she frowned again and rubbed the spot on her head where it split open earlier.

"I just wanted to apologize to her for earlier. I don't exactly know what I did wrong, but…well, I just feel I should say sorry." She sighed, feeling a little better, and turned back to Wendy. "I feel bad that she likes me and I can't like her back, you know?"

"It's because you're gay for Kenny," Wendy deadpanned. "I have no problem with that, but don't you think it's time to move on?"

Parker's face flushed and she gave Wendy a rather mean look. "I wasn't GAY for Kenny, Wendy."

"Then what do you call it?" the black-haired girl prompted.

The brunette looked away, face increasing in red color. "N-Nevermind. Look, I just came up here to make sure Bebe's okay. She still pissed at me?"

Wendy nodded. "I think it's mostly the alcohol talking, but still, it might be best if you two stay away from each other for a while."

"Yeah…" Parker smiled a little, feeling a little better at least. Just as she was about to bid Wendy a good-night, she caught sight of something outside the window. She paled, and told herself over and over that it was nothing. Still, the tapping on the window didn't help, and neither did the two blackened eyes staring in. The brunette's eyes squeezed shut and she whispered over and over to herself that it wasn't real, it wasn't real, it wasn't real. Her eyes nervously opened again, but he still looked in, smiling that horrible sharp smile that made her heart stop. Her headphones screamed static from around her neck, causing her hands to fly up and cover them with a whimper. "No, please…not here…!"

The black-haired girl stared at her nervously. "What's going on? What's wrong with you?"

Parker couldn't tear her gaze away from the monster outside the window. "Wendy," she croaked, "take Bebe and get out of here. Now!"

"W-Why?"

"JUST DO IT!"

Too late. He broke through the glass and smiled wider, taking in Parker's and now Wendy's fear. The raven-haired girl screamed and ran for the door, only to be pulled back hard by Kenny's impossibly long arm. He picked her up by the arm and snarled at her, laughing at her fear. Tears were running wild down her pale face by now, and she was too scared to even scream. Her gaze was locked with Kenny's, unable to look away in crippling fear that something would happen if she did. The blonde monster laughed again and brought his other hand up to her stomach.

"DON'T!"

Kenny glanced at Parker, tears streaming down her cheeks and whole body shaking, and snickered. "Stan's not the only one protecting you, my love," he said. He looked back to the terrified girl in his grasp and jammed a sharp finger into her stomach and dragged upward, slicing her skin open. She let out an excruciating scream, instantly waking Bebe. When said girl looked up toward the sound, she was drenched in a downpour of blood. It took her a second to realize this was real, and her eyes widened in unimaginable horror.

Parker, despite her intense fear, grabbed Bebe and pulled her toward the door. However, Kenny's laughter stopped suddenly and the door slammed shut. When the brunette tried to wrench it open, it wouldn't budge. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…! Why isn't it opening?"

"Parker," Kenny purred, smiling. "Why are you running away? Are you not happy?"

"W-What is that thing?" Bebe asked, crying.

Kenny chuckled and tossed Wendy aside. She landed with a sickening sound of wet organs smacking wall and floor. "Forgotten me already, Bebe? We went to school together practically since the sandbox. I always hung around with Stan and Kyle and Cartman. Remember?"

Bebe's eyes widened in sudden realization. "K-K-Kenny…?"

The blonde creature grinned wide, sharp teeth gleaming. "That's right. And guess what? I know what you did to Parker tonight…" In a blur, the terrified girl was held up in the air by her throat, struggling to break free. Kenny snickered and squeezed her neck tighter, murder glowing bright in the shaking red orb in his eye. "I don't appreciate you throwing yourself at my princess, Bebe. She's MINE!" He gave her one last hard squeeze before dropping her to the floor and pinning her down with his many extra limbs. "And that's the way…it's going…to stay!" In one swift motion, he cut her at the bends of her elbows, slicing through the muscle and tendons and going straight to the bone. She screamed in agony, blood gushing everywhere and forming a puddle in the carpet.

Parker covered her mouth in horror, trying not to vomit at the gruesome display. Bebe's screams rang through the room, her eyes screwed shut and leaking tears, desperately praying that this was just a bad trip on some drug someone slipped into her drink. Kenny licked his lips, thoroughly enjoying himself and killing the girl below him slowly and cruelly. Her blood was everywhere, and still rapidly flowing from her arms. Soon her screams and sobs were fading, and just like that, all sounds stopped completely and the only thing left was the deafening silence ringing through Parker's ears loud enough to burst her eardrums. She stared, disgusted and utterly petrified, at Bebe's sliced corpse, then over at Wendy's, whose organs had fallen out onto the floor. Finally she stared up at Kenny. He was smiling at her, unaware of the blood sprayed on his cheek.

"I will always protect you," he whispered. "I love you, Parker." He straightened himself and strode up to the almost catatonic brunette, took her hand, and gently kissed it like a gentleman. A murderous, blood-spattered, evil gentleman. "I will wait for you, always~" One last smile and he was back at the window, leaping out and into the unknowing night.

Stan looked around and checked his phone. No new messages, no missed calls, nothing. He was starting to worry about Parker and why she hadn't come back down yet. Maybe Wendy and Bebe were really giving her an earful? Either way, he decided maybe it was best to find Cartman and get out of there before another incident with Bebe occurred. He pushed his way past countless teens and checked everywhere, and finally found the fat boy in the kitchen, talking to a few girls. Figures. Quickly he made his way up to the flirty boy and tugged on his arm.

"Cartman," he said loudly over the music, "come on, dude! We're going to find Parker and head home!"

"Why?" Cartman asked, raising a brow.

"Because I'm getting tired, and I'd rather not pass out where I can get puked on!"

The fat teen rolled his eyes and said farewell to the ladies before following Stan back out into the living room and up the stairs. Kids were giving them weird looks, but neither cared enough to explain; they just wanted to leave. Finally they reached Bebe's bedroom door and turned the knob and pushed. Strangely, the door wouldn't open, like it was blocked from the inside. Stan sighed and tried again, but got no farther than the first try. Cartman laughed and pushed Stan aside, and gave a great shove. The door flew open and the two walked inside, and gaped in horror at the scene in front of them. Bebe's mangled corpse lay on the floor, sliced deeply at the elbows and eyes glazed over and lifeless. Wendy's body, to Stan's revulsion, was crumpled not too far away with her organs all fallen out and the very bottom of her ribcage showing through the carve in her stomach. The two boys hunched over and threw up violently, and the smell absolutely did not help. They noticed the broken window and exchanged a terrified look. Only one person could have done this.

Sobbing echoed quietly from the personal bathroom on the other side of the room. That couldn't be good. Stan tiptoed to the door, trying not to let his eyes wander to the dead bodies on the floor, and knocked; the sobbing only got louder. He frowned, tears of his own rolling down his face, and called in to Parker. She cried harder and told him to kill her. His eyes widened in fear and he opened the door without warning. What he saw inside made him fall deathly silent: Parker sat half-naked on the cold tiled floor, fingers covered in blood and hiding her face to muffle the sobs, and blood leaking down the top of her thigh and pooling around the razorblade at her foot. Stan didn't know whether to smack her, hug her, or cry on the floor with her.

"P-Parker…" He took a shaky breath and took a step back. "What happened…?"

"Kill me…Stan…"She lowered her hands from her face and looked up at the noirette with wide, crying, blood-smeared eyes. Stan cringed when he realized the razorblade bit through her fingers and drew a vast amount of the red liquid. "Please, Stan…please…k-kill me…"

"Don't…" Stan choked back a sob and stepped forward, grabbed her hands, and pulled her up to her feet. Her hip bled horribly. Carved into it was a circle with an X through it. The raven-haired teen stared at it, then up at her. Horrified tears fell from his eyes, hot and heavy, and he hugged her tight, not caring that her blood was seeping into his clothes. When she told him she wanted to die and couldn't handle any of this anymore, he finally sobbed loud and held her tighter, trembling. He was scared.

I hate moments like those :/ Buckle up, kids; it's about to get sadder. As always, be kind and leave a review~