Wendy's Revenge

Kyle was in his room talking to Stan on the phone. "You don't have to keep apologizing. It wasn't your fault."

"I know, but I feel bad that she kissed me like that in front of you."

"Dude, I'm not worried about it. It's over and done with now." Just then Kyle hears the front door slam.

"KYLE! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" He heard his mother yell.

"Oh shit, it's my mom. I'll call you back," Kyle whispered into the phone.

"Ok, let me know if you need anything." Stan told him.

"I will." With that Kyle hangs up the phone. He slowly walks out of his bedroom and stands at the top of the stairs. He finds his mom and his brother at the bottom and neither one of them look happy. His mother has her hands on her hips. "Y-you c-c-called me?"

"Come down here," his mother demanded. Kyle slowly walked down the steps.

"I-is s-something wrong?" Kyle asked in a very shaky, terrified tone.

"Yes, something is very wrong."

"What is it?"

"When I tell you to do something, I except you to do it."

"I always do mom."

"Really? So then you kept your distance from Stan?"

"Y-yes." Kyle lied.

"Don't lie to me damn it!"

"I-I'm n-not l-lying m-mom."

"I know you are Kyle and I'm going to give you another chance to tell the truth. Were you with Stan at all after I specifically told you to stay away from him?"

"N-no."

"Kyle, we already know you're lying so just tell the fucking truth!" His brother told him. "We don't have time for your games, so just stop lying."

"I'm not lying." His eyes began to well up.

"The look on your face just proves your lying. You're about to cry and if you were telling the truth you wouldn't cry. I bet you wish dad was here right now to save your sorry ass don't you?"

"Ike," his mother began, "can you go upstairs please?"

"Sure mom." He heads upstairs, but he eavesdrops from the top of the stairs.

"Are you ready to tell the truth now?"

"I already told you the truth." Kyle lied again. He was trying to hold back his tears.

"Really? Then can you explain this?" She hands him three pictures. Kyle looks through them one is a picture of him in Stan's arms at his house, another one is of him in Stan's car, and the last one is from school where Stan has his arm around him. "So how do you explain that?"

"..."

"Answer me Kyle!"

"I'm sorry I lied." That was the only thing Kyle could say. He lowered his head in shame.

"Why did you lie to me? I asked you repeatedly to tell me the truth and you lied right to my face!" Sheila grabs Kyle's arm. "Tell me why you lied." She demanded as she got a tighter grip around Kyle's arm.

"Mom, you're hurting me." Kyle was still fighting to hold back his tears.

"I don't care! I want an answer! I told you to stay away from that boy and you disobeyed me and spent time with him anyway! Now you have one last chance to tell me why you did it before I get really angry!"

"Because I love him mom," the tears then squirted out of his eyes. "I love Stan and I wanted to be with him! I know I told you I would stay away from him, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to be with him, but I knew there was no way I could get you to see that, so I had to go behind your back and see him anyway. I'm sorry mom!" At this point Kyle has broke down into tears.

Sheila couldn't believe her ears. She couldn't believe that her son was really in love with this guy, she couldn't believe that he loves him so much that he would take the risk of disobeying her to be with him. Sheila wasn't going to stand for this though. She gave Kyle a good hardy slap across the face. Kyle touches his face. Sheila raises her hand again as Kyle ducks, but then she puts her hand down. "How dare you! How dare YOU stand in front of me and spew this nonsense out! I told you that you don't know the first thing about love. You're too young to understand, and you don't even know that Stan is the person you want to be with."

"Mom, I do love him. I know I want to be with him. Why can't you understand that and be happy for me?" Kyle pleaded with his mother.

Once again an angry Sheila slaps Kyle. This time she slaps him so hard that it causes him to fall to the ground. Sheila grabs him by his wrists and picks him up. "I don't ever want to hear you say that again! I will never be happy for you and that guy! EVER! Now get out of my sight!" She pushes Kyle away and he runs upstairs in tears. When Kyle gets to the top of the stairs he sees Ike sitting there. "Kyle, are you ok?" He asked being very concerned.

"You're the one who took those pictures weren't you?"

"Why the hell would I do that? I've told you before that I don't like to upset mom unlike you. Why do you keep doing these things to her?"

"I'm sick of having this argument with you." He tries to walk to his room, but Ike grabs his arm. "Let me go Ike!"

"No! You're going to listen to me! I told you I've had it up to here with everything you're putting mom through! Why don't you stop being so goddamn hardheaded and listen for once in your pathetic little life? Mom told you to stay away from Stan, and you don't listen. She's only trying to do what's right for you! But you're too damn selfish and stubborn to see that. All you're concerned with is your own fucking feelings! Look at what your relationship with Stan has done to this family. Dad's gone and we'll probably never see him again, mom is stuck as a single parent raising two boys, I have to take the responsibility of being the man of the house because your too damn immature to do so, and mom is on the verge of having a nervous breakdown! But you don't care about that do you? No, of course you don't. You're too busy worrying about yourself and what you want to see what this is doing to those around you. Mom is constantly yelling at you, don't you realize that's not good for her? I swear I hate you more than ever Kyle. I'm pretty sure mom hates you too. I would say that dad hates you, but who knows where the hell he is to even find out." He then shoves Kyle down the steps. Sheila notices Kyle's fall.

"I thought I told you to get out of my sight."

"You did, but Ike-" Kyle started.

"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

Kyle goes into his room and closes the door still in tears. He picks up the phone and calls Stan.

"Hello?" Stan said as he picked up the phone.

"Stan..." Kyle said through tears, "it's...me."

"Kyle? What's the matter, why are you crying?"

"It's my mom and brother."

"What did they do to you?"

"Someone took pictures of the two of us and gave them to my mom, then she yelled at me and slapped twice. My face still hurts. Then Ike yelled at me and called me selfish and said that everyone in my family hates me because my dad left and Ike is taking on the responsibility as the man of the house and my mom is close to having a nervous breakdown because of me, then he pushed me down the stairs."

"Dude...I'm coming to get you right now!"

"No you can't!"

"I'm not leaving you alone with them, they keep hurting you. You can come live here, I'll tell my parents what's going on and they'll be than happy to take you in."

"I can't leave them Stan. My family is in trouble and they need me."

"Yeah they need you to be their punching bag."

"Either way, I can't just get up and leave. Then they'll really hate me."

"Why would you want to stay some place where you're being treated badly? Don't you want to get away from them?"

"Yeah, but I at least have to try to make things right. I don't want to leave my mom and Ike here alone."

"You shouldn't worry about your mom and Ike. All they do is hurt you and make you cry. That's not good for you. You don't deserve the abuse."

Kyle starts to cry again. "I know Stan, but I have to stop thinking about myself and do what's right for my family for once."

"Kyle! You better not be on that phone!" He heard his mother yell.

"I better go Stan, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you."

"I love you too Kyle." The two boys hang up. Kyle lies under his covers and goes to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Kyle feels a rather cold breeze hit him. He wakes up and realizes that the window is open. "I don't remember opening the window." He gets up and closes it. He heads back to his bed when he notices someone dressed in black wearing a black ski mask standing by his bed. "W-who's there?" Kyle asked nervously. The person takes off the ski mask. "Wendy? Is that you?"

"Yes Kyle it is," she responded.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came here to kill you."

"K-kill me? Why?"

"Do you even have to ask? You stole the most important thing from me...Stan. Now I tried to break you guys up my telling your mom that you two were together, and trying to get Stan to notice me again, I even took pictures of you two together to show your mom hoping that would keep you guys apart. None of those things worked so I had to move on to more drastic measure. I'm just going to have to kill you."

"You're the one who called my mom and took those pictures?"

"Yeah I mean I figured your mom would never approve of you and Stan being in a relationship together, and I knew you would never go against your mom and break up with him. I guess I was wrong, so now you've left me with no choice."

"MO-"Kyle was going to cry out, but Wendy quickly covered his mouth and held a knife up to his throat.

"If you try something like that again, I will make your death a slow and painful one, do you understand?" Kyle nods his head as Wendy takes her hand away from his mouth. "Good boy. Well Kyle I'm sorry that it came down to this, but I have no choice. You manipulated my man and stole him from me. You had sex with him didn't you?"

"No!"

"Good because if you did then Stan would be damaged goods and then I could never have sex with him again. Do you know what that would do to me?"

"No..."

"It would drive me crazy and I don't want to be crazy. But you're probably going to regret not having sex with Stan because now you'll never know how fun it was."

"We talked about it once, but I wasn't ready for that step."

"Shut up! I don't want to hear about your gay love affair. Gross! Now it's time to die Kyle." She holds up her knife.

"I have to call Stan and tell him!" He tries to run to the phone, but Wendy grabs his arm to stop him.

"Touch that phone and you die! No one will ever know that I was here!"

"If you're going to kill me anyway then I don't have anything to lose." He jerks his arm away and rushes to the phone. Wendy grabs the phone and her and Kyle end up wrestling on the ground for it.

"Let it go Kyle!"

"Never! I'm going to tell Stan exactly what you're up to!"

"He'll never find out!" She kicks Kyle really hard, which causes him to lose his grip on the phone. Wendy pulls the phone out of the wall. "It's on now!" She advances towards him.

"Wait!"

"What?" Wendy asked in an annoyed tone.

"I have an idea. I'll break up with Stan and then you can have him back."

Wendy thinks for a minute. "I don't like that idea."

"Why not?"

"You'll still be around and on Stan's mind."

"I'll leave town."

"It will be better if you were dead."

"Do you think Stan is going to be with you knowing that you killed me?"

Wendy punches Kyle. "Stan will never know I was here and even if he did yes he would go back out with me!"

"He would probably have you arrested."

"Enough small talk! I'm going to do what I came here to do in the first place!" She stabs Kyle in the stomach. Kyle doubles over in pain.

"Wendy please don't do this," Kyle pleaded.

"Why are you still alive? I want you dead!" She stabs him again.

Kyle begins to cry. "Wendy please, if you just let me live, I'll leave town. I promise. No one will ever know about this."

"No! I want you dead and gone so that way I know you won't be coming back."

"Can you at least let me tell Stan bye?"

"That's the last thing I'm going to do."

"What about my family? Can I tell them bye? Please?"

"You're family hates you Kyle. Besides, I don't want anyone to know I was here."

"Come on Wendy. You're not this mean."

"Well I remember a few days ago you said I was mean."

"Yeah, but not like this. Have a heart. I just want to see my mom and my brother one last time before I die."

"No way!" She raises her knife again, but Kyle uses the little bit of strength he has to stand up and grab Wendy's arm to restrain her from stabbing him.

"Let me go!" She begins wrestling with Kyle again.

"Put down the knife."

"Never!" The two of them continue wrestling. Wendy knees Kyle in the balls and then he lets go of her arm and falls to the ground. "This is it Kyle. It's the end of your life."

"No! Please!" He tries to plead with her. Wendy stabs Kyle in the stomach seven times. She stands up and looks down at Kyle's body. She starts breathing hard. "I did it. I killed Kyle. Stan Marsh, I'm all yours." Suddenly Kyle sits up, but he's really weak. "NO!"

"Help me...someone please HELP!" He cries out weakly.

"No one is going to help you so give it up!" She stabs him in the stomach two more times. Kyle now appears to be dead. "I'm not taking any chances." She then stabs him in the heart. She drags Kyle's body and puts him in his bed and covers him up. She then climbs out of his window. Wendy heads back to her house. She changes her clothes and burns the ones she was wearing. "I did this for you Stan...for us..." She looks at her hands and notices that she has a little blood on them. "What have I done?"

To be continued...