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Warning- It's a slash...It's the 10th chapter, you should know by now.
CHAPTER 10
I woke up in someone's room on there bed. I go to sit up but my whole body aches. Where the fuck am I? I look around and try to recognize the room. Nope I don't. Kyle Broflovski walks in with a bag of ice. KYLE?! Wait, where's my night and shining armor. WHERE'S DAMIEN??
"Kyle? Where's Eric?" I ask. I need to worry more about that fat fuck more than I do of Damien.
"Don't worry about fatass. Raven's hunting him down." Kyle says and places the ice pack on my head. Raven?!
"Where's Damien?" I ask.
Kyle shook his head. "I don't know. I called your guys's house but the answering machine clicked on. I left a message so he should know you're here." He informs me.
I look up at Kyle appreciably. "Thank you so much. You don't have any clue how much this means to me." I tell the green hatted boy.
Kyle puts his hand on my cheek. "No problem, dude. Just don't tell Stan. He might shit." He says. Oh right. Stan's his boyfriend. I forgot.
"How did you find me?" I ask.
Kyle looked a little nervous. "Raven and I where walking around and we saw Cartman cleaning himself up and when he saw us run over, he flipped out and ran down the street. Raven's chasing him down and I decided to take you in." Kyle explains.
I look out the window. It's pitch black out. "Where's your parents?" I ask.
"On vacation with Ike, my brother." Kyle tells me. He sighs. "Do you think we ever would of gone out longer than we did?" he asks. Kyle and I had a fling back in 8th-9th grade. Nothing big.
"I don't know." I respond. He turns my face toward his and he kisses me. There was just something so conforting about it. My eyes fluttered shut and Kyle stuck his tongue in my mouth. It seems so much different that a kiss with Damien. Kind of. I don't know, it's like there's nothing there. With Damien, my body tingles and I can't get enough. Right now, it's like I'm kissing air.
I heard the door open but Kyle didn't break away. "P-Pipper?" I hear. I yank away from Kyle to see Damien standing there.
"Damien?" I ask. Shit! "It's not what it seems!" I protest.
"What the hell is it then?!" He growls.
"I'm gonna step out." Kyle says and heads for the door. Damien grabs his shirt and tosses him onto the bed. He lands on my bruised stomach and I cry out in pain.
"First; you fiddle with Cartman, now your fiddling with Jew-boy. You're a goddamn slut!" Damien screams.
Kyle grabs my hand and squeezes it hard. I yank it away. "I'm not a slut! He kissed me. I can't barely move. And ask for Eric, he fucking raped me. How can you call what he did to me a fun time? Do you see my body!? I'm fucking spitting blood!" I yell.
"I don't know if it's rape or if you're just getting kinky. Its two people now that told me that you where giving up willingly." Damien states.
"Who the fuck are they?" I ask.
"Well Jew-Boy and Raven." Damien growls and glares me.
I look over at Kyle. "You fucking two faced dick!" I scream. I go to attack him but my pain kicked in quicker than my Adeline did and I laid back down before I got one hit at him. What about Raven? He nursed me when Damien busted my head open. How could he be so nice one second and so cold the next. I start to cry. I thought I could start to trust people, but when you trust the enemy, they fuck you over in the end.
"Get your dirty ass out of that fucking bed." Damien growls at me. I slowly start to get up. "NOW!" He yells. I start to cry. I limp over to him. I think I twisted my ankle when Eric yanked me into the alley. I trip on a shirt on the floor and almost on Damien. I thought he was gonna catch me, like he always does when I fall, but this time he stepped out of the way and I fell onto the ground. Damien grabs my shirt and yanks me up. "Lets go." He says. His eye's are the darkest I've ever seen them. I nod my head and, in pain, I follow him to the car.
The whole car ride home was quiet. He wouldn't even look at me. He pulled out a pack of Newport's and lit up a cigarette. I looked over at him in shock.
"I thought you stopped." I asked.
"I stopped a lot of things. But in the past 3 hours I've done them all." Damien shoots at me. He sighs and takes a long drag off of his cigarette. "I gave up everything for your happiness. Drinking, smoking, fuck! Even my job! All because you didn't like it. I became this perfect little Goth boy. And then what do YOU do? You totally fuck me over and start spreading your asscheeks to any random dude!" Damien yells.
"You know what, Fuck you! You act like I fucked the whole town. I never fucked no one! Eric rapped me in the alley of Tom's Rinoplasty. If you think getting slammed from the wall to the ground tasting your own blood in your mouth, then there's something fucking wrong with you." I explode. How can he repeatedly call me a slut and think this is all my fault? Like I had a goddamn sign on me that say, 'Rape me, I'm young and defenseless.'
"Whatever. I've decided, it's over. I'm fucking done. It's over. I'm breaking up with you." Damien states.
My jaw drops and my heart sinks. "What?" I squeak out. He's gotta be lying. HE HAS TO BE! Tears rim my eyes.
"You fucking heard me, Pip. I want your shit out of MY apartment as of Friday. That gives you 3 days to pack up and find someone to move in with." Damien says and flicks his cigarette butt out the window.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I SOPOSE TO MOVE TOO?!" I scream.
"I don't care where, just get all your shit out of my face." He says. He pulls up to the apartment and parks it. He gets out of the car and slammed the door. "Get out of my car!" He yells.
"Fuck you! I'm getting out." I yell. He walks into the apartment complex. I start crying. I can't belive it's over. I love him so much. He can't do this to me. I think back to hanging out in the car. Heh, I was there the day Damien bought this car. It was my 16th birthday and HE was getting the car.
"ARE YOU GETTING OUT OF THE DAMN CAR?!" I hear Damien yell. I get out of the car and I walk up to the apartment. I walk in and go to my room. I look out my window. What's there to live for? My life is ruined. I'm homeless, the love of my life hates my guts, and the world is against me. I glance at the nightstand. Should I cut? I said I was gonna give it up. You know what? I'm not gonna cut. I'm gonna shoot my fucking brains out. Fuck it! I mean I might as well. I pull out one of my notebooks and a pen from my dresser. I jot down:
To anyone who will see this:
I have to state this: Don't let anyone take over your life, there just going to fuck you over in the end. See my best friend/lover was the person who created me. He formed me to his perfection. He was my worst enemy. I was caring for the enemy. This same person said, "Pip, you gotta stop caring for the enemy. There just going to fuck you over in the end" Why didn't I listen to him? I don't know. He's the reason for all my misery. But he's the reason for all my happiness. He was the greatest thing in my life, ever. I hate feeling like I do every fucking day of my single life. At least around him, I had a break from the world. But see that's my downfall. You don't ever let someone be that much in your life. Right now I'm going to end my pain by going and taking Damien's gun and take my own life. I can finally end my misery.
Philip
I walk out to the living room to the cedar chest. I look to see if Damien is around. It's his gun. I open the door and I see the revolver. I grab it and stick it in my pants. I hear Damien's door open. I shut the door and shot up. I walked to my room as slow as I can. "Why the fuck are you so stiff?" Damien asks.
"Why the fuck do you care?" I growl.
"Fuck you! I'm going out." Damien says, glaring at me.
"Whatever." I say and stomp into my room. I go back to my bed and pull out the gun. I look around my room. I spent 6 years of my life in this room. Now it's all over. Thank god. I look out my window and I see Damien. I start to cry again. I gotta do it. I close my eyes. I bring the gun to my temple and pulled the trigger...
Author's Note: {Crying} AAAAAAAHHHHH PIP'S DEAD! I'm literally crying. I'm so horrible. Your probily thinking, 'how the hell do you make another chapter?!' and I say 'We can always do it in Damien's POV.' Yeah I'm crazy.
I had that thing there for a reason. Ok I got that line from the first chapter. Damien says it in the hall of the school after he flings Butters down the hall. You might have to go back to the beginning of the story to get what I'm talking about.
Well I'm gonna go, Later.
Warning- It's a slash...It's the 10th chapter, you should know by now.
CHAPTER 10
I woke up in someone's room on there bed. I go to sit up but my whole body aches. Where the fuck am I? I look around and try to recognize the room. Nope I don't. Kyle Broflovski walks in with a bag of ice. KYLE?! Wait, where's my night and shining armor. WHERE'S DAMIEN??
"Kyle? Where's Eric?" I ask. I need to worry more about that fat fuck more than I do of Damien.
"Don't worry about fatass. Raven's hunting him down." Kyle says and places the ice pack on my head. Raven?!
"Where's Damien?" I ask.
Kyle shook his head. "I don't know. I called your guys's house but the answering machine clicked on. I left a message so he should know you're here." He informs me.
I look up at Kyle appreciably. "Thank you so much. You don't have any clue how much this means to me." I tell the green hatted boy.
Kyle puts his hand on my cheek. "No problem, dude. Just don't tell Stan. He might shit." He says. Oh right. Stan's his boyfriend. I forgot.
"How did you find me?" I ask.
Kyle looked a little nervous. "Raven and I where walking around and we saw Cartman cleaning himself up and when he saw us run over, he flipped out and ran down the street. Raven's chasing him down and I decided to take you in." Kyle explains.
I look out the window. It's pitch black out. "Where's your parents?" I ask.
"On vacation with Ike, my brother." Kyle tells me. He sighs. "Do you think we ever would of gone out longer than we did?" he asks. Kyle and I had a fling back in 8th-9th grade. Nothing big.
"I don't know." I respond. He turns my face toward his and he kisses me. There was just something so conforting about it. My eyes fluttered shut and Kyle stuck his tongue in my mouth. It seems so much different that a kiss with Damien. Kind of. I don't know, it's like there's nothing there. With Damien, my body tingles and I can't get enough. Right now, it's like I'm kissing air.
I heard the door open but Kyle didn't break away. "P-Pipper?" I hear. I yank away from Kyle to see Damien standing there.
"Damien?" I ask. Shit! "It's not what it seems!" I protest.
"What the hell is it then?!" He growls.
"I'm gonna step out." Kyle says and heads for the door. Damien grabs his shirt and tosses him onto the bed. He lands on my bruised stomach and I cry out in pain.
"First; you fiddle with Cartman, now your fiddling with Jew-boy. You're a goddamn slut!" Damien screams.
Kyle grabs my hand and squeezes it hard. I yank it away. "I'm not a slut! He kissed me. I can't barely move. And ask for Eric, he fucking raped me. How can you call what he did to me a fun time? Do you see my body!? I'm fucking spitting blood!" I yell.
"I don't know if it's rape or if you're just getting kinky. Its two people now that told me that you where giving up willingly." Damien states.
"Who the fuck are they?" I ask.
"Well Jew-Boy and Raven." Damien growls and glares me.
I look over at Kyle. "You fucking two faced dick!" I scream. I go to attack him but my pain kicked in quicker than my Adeline did and I laid back down before I got one hit at him. What about Raven? He nursed me when Damien busted my head open. How could he be so nice one second and so cold the next. I start to cry. I thought I could start to trust people, but when you trust the enemy, they fuck you over in the end.
"Get your dirty ass out of that fucking bed." Damien growls at me. I slowly start to get up. "NOW!" He yells. I start to cry. I limp over to him. I think I twisted my ankle when Eric yanked me into the alley. I trip on a shirt on the floor and almost on Damien. I thought he was gonna catch me, like he always does when I fall, but this time he stepped out of the way and I fell onto the ground. Damien grabs my shirt and yanks me up. "Lets go." He says. His eye's are the darkest I've ever seen them. I nod my head and, in pain, I follow him to the car.
The whole car ride home was quiet. He wouldn't even look at me. He pulled out a pack of Newport's and lit up a cigarette. I looked over at him in shock.
"I thought you stopped." I asked.
"I stopped a lot of things. But in the past 3 hours I've done them all." Damien shoots at me. He sighs and takes a long drag off of his cigarette. "I gave up everything for your happiness. Drinking, smoking, fuck! Even my job! All because you didn't like it. I became this perfect little Goth boy. And then what do YOU do? You totally fuck me over and start spreading your asscheeks to any random dude!" Damien yells.
"You know what, Fuck you! You act like I fucked the whole town. I never fucked no one! Eric rapped me in the alley of Tom's Rinoplasty. If you think getting slammed from the wall to the ground tasting your own blood in your mouth, then there's something fucking wrong with you." I explode. How can he repeatedly call me a slut and think this is all my fault? Like I had a goddamn sign on me that say, 'Rape me, I'm young and defenseless.'
"Whatever. I've decided, it's over. I'm fucking done. It's over. I'm breaking up with you." Damien states.
My jaw drops and my heart sinks. "What?" I squeak out. He's gotta be lying. HE HAS TO BE! Tears rim my eyes.
"You fucking heard me, Pip. I want your shit out of MY apartment as of Friday. That gives you 3 days to pack up and find someone to move in with." Damien says and flicks his cigarette butt out the window.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I SOPOSE TO MOVE TOO?!" I scream.
"I don't care where, just get all your shit out of my face." He says. He pulls up to the apartment and parks it. He gets out of the car and slammed the door. "Get out of my car!" He yells.
"Fuck you! I'm getting out." I yell. He walks into the apartment complex. I start crying. I can't belive it's over. I love him so much. He can't do this to me. I think back to hanging out in the car. Heh, I was there the day Damien bought this car. It was my 16th birthday and HE was getting the car.
"ARE YOU GETTING OUT OF THE DAMN CAR?!" I hear Damien yell. I get out of the car and I walk up to the apartment. I walk in and go to my room. I look out my window. What's there to live for? My life is ruined. I'm homeless, the love of my life hates my guts, and the world is against me. I glance at the nightstand. Should I cut? I said I was gonna give it up. You know what? I'm not gonna cut. I'm gonna shoot my fucking brains out. Fuck it! I mean I might as well. I pull out one of my notebooks and a pen from my dresser. I jot down:
To anyone who will see this:
I have to state this: Don't let anyone take over your life, there just going to fuck you over in the end. See my best friend/lover was the person who created me. He formed me to his perfection. He was my worst enemy. I was caring for the enemy. This same person said, "Pip, you gotta stop caring for the enemy. There just going to fuck you over in the end" Why didn't I listen to him? I don't know. He's the reason for all my misery. But he's the reason for all my happiness. He was the greatest thing in my life, ever. I hate feeling like I do every fucking day of my single life. At least around him, I had a break from the world. But see that's my downfall. You don't ever let someone be that much in your life. Right now I'm going to end my pain by going and taking Damien's gun and take my own life. I can finally end my misery.
Philip
I walk out to the living room to the cedar chest. I look to see if Damien is around. It's his gun. I open the door and I see the revolver. I grab it and stick it in my pants. I hear Damien's door open. I shut the door and shot up. I walked to my room as slow as I can. "Why the fuck are you so stiff?" Damien asks.
"Why the fuck do you care?" I growl.
"Fuck you! I'm going out." Damien says, glaring at me.
"Whatever." I say and stomp into my room. I go back to my bed and pull out the gun. I look around my room. I spent 6 years of my life in this room. Now it's all over. Thank god. I look out my window and I see Damien. I start to cry again. I gotta do it. I close my eyes. I bring the gun to my temple and pulled the trigger...
Author's Note: {Crying} AAAAAAAHHHHH PIP'S DEAD! I'm literally crying. I'm so horrible. Your probily thinking, 'how the hell do you make another chapter?!' and I say 'We can always do it in Damien's POV.' Yeah I'm crazy.
I had that thing there for a reason. Ok I got that line from the first chapter. Damien says it in the hall of the school after he flings Butters down the hall. You might have to go back to the beginning of the story to get what I'm talking about.
Well I'm gonna go, Later.