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A/N: Thanks go out to my reviewers. Here's chapter 5. It's kinda short.
Kyle approached his mother, still tightly holding Stan's hand.
"What do you think you're doing, young man?" Mrs. Broflovski asked, infuriated. Kyle was taken back for a minute, but Stan squeezed his hand for reassurance.
"Mom, Stan's my boyfriend... and I love him."
"I will not have my son being some little queer!" She grabbed Kyle's arm, but her son pulled back.
"Ya know what?" Kyle began, taking a deep breath. "I don't care what the hell you think, so fuck you."
Kyle and Stan ran for the door, but where stopped by Shelia. "You are not going anywhere," she said firmly. She yanked Kyle away from Stan, dragging him out of the house.
"Up to your room, Stanley, you're grounded."
"B-but mom..." Stan stuttered with tears filling his eyes.
"Now!"
Kyle sat up in his room and cried the whole night. He took the knife out from under his bed and cut himself again. The redhead lay in his bed, trying to fall asleep, but thoughts of Stan kept coming into his mind. He had almost drifted off when he heard someone knocking on his window. Kyle walked over, to find Stan standing on a ladder, leaning over the windowsill.
"Stan, get out of here, if my mom sees you, she gonna kill us."
"Shhhh, c'mon Kyle, we're getting out of here."
"What? Where are we going?" Kyle asked.
"Chef is waiting for us in the car. He gave us money for a hotel, we'll stay there for a while."
"Really? What about our parents?" Kyle asked, a little concerned about what he was getting himself into.
"I don't care about them, you shouldn't either after what your mom did to you, hurry up, lets go."
"Okay, hold on." Kyle grabbed some things and put them in a bag. He quietly climbed down the ladder, Stan following behind him.
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-PoisonCherry69