Thankyou for the reviews X3 oh and for those of you who were wondering, I meant to mention that Kyle came into Kenny's room through his window (since he's poor, it would be relatively easy) but I accidentally forgot to mention it. I will go back and edit it and thankyou to syntic for pointing that out to me X333 And now, here's chapter 2!
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(Kyle)
"Hey Ma! We're home!" I called out. Kenny and I threw our stuff in the corner and flopped down on the living room couch. I grabbed the remote only to have it taken from me by Kenny's fast reflexes. He smirked as I attempted to take it back from him, and flipped through the channels until he found the playboy channel. My eyes widened and he laughed uncontrollably as I grabbed the remote and flipped it quickly to Terrence and Phillip before my mom came in.
"Well hello boys, how was your day?" she asked kindly. I smiled at her nervously and nodded.
"It was good ma." I responded. She looked at Kenny with confusion, still laughing his ass off. But she only smiled and went back to making dinner. I left out a sigh and then looked at Kenny who was wiping slight tears from his eyes and trying to catch his breath. I scowled playfully and smacked him across the head before taking off. He jumped up and ran after me.
I ran into my backyard and attempted to turn quickly and psych him out, but instead tripped on a stupid lawn gnome and fell on my side. When I opened my eyes, I saw Kenny staring at me right in front of my face, smirking. He suddenly poked my ribs and took off, calling behind him,
"YOU'RE IT!" he yelled.
I jumped up and ran after him. He neared the big tree in our backyard and suddenly leaped into one of the lower branches. I stopped right below him as he climbed like a friggin monkey up to the top. That's what he was, a friggin monkey.
"GET DOWN HERE! YOU KNOW I CAN'T CLIMB!" I yelled up to him. He laughed uncontrollably and pointed, making me flush a little in anger. I turned sharply and started back inside. Just as I reached for the sliding door, I heard a thud. I turned my head and saw Kenny lying on the ground, unmoving.
My eyes widened and I rushed over to his side to see if he was ok. I shook him a bit, not seeing any response. I started to panic.
"Kenny! Are you ok!" I asked with great concern.
His eyes snapped open and he grinned as he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around so that I was in a locked position. My head and arms were trapped and entangled in various plenties in Kenny's arms, and he giggled, daring me to try and escape. I struggled and tried to free myself, but to no avail. I finally sighed and laughed as I looked to Kenny.
"Ok..I give up." I said. Kenny smiled and let me go.
I fell and lay on my back, laughing slightly and looking up at the slightly cloudy sky. Kenny fell next to me and sighed as well. He put his arms behind his head and looked over at me. I did the same and smiled back at him.
"Someday dude, I'm gonna break that death hold of yours...so you better watch out!" I laughed.
Kenny shook his head and looked back at the sky. "No way dude, I'm unstoppable!"
I smiled and watched as he closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him. I blinked a couple times, wondering if he really felt as peaceful as he looked. It made me glad to think that he could finally be happy and relaxed. Back when we were younger, things were different...Back then, he was never at peace. Before he came to live with me that is...
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Kenny has always been the victim of abuse in his household. His father was an abusive drunk who was always beating his mom. When he got bored with that, he would come after Kenny. This is partically the reason why he was always in so much trouble. He got busted for drug possesion various times when he was younger and he started drinking when he was ten. When I came for him that night...somehow, even though I was only going over to return a game he had lent me, I felt as if he needed me that night. And it seems as though I was right.
When I found him in that condition, looking as if he had been hit by a train, I took him through his window over to my house where he told my parents and I the whole story. My parents called the police right away, who took Kenny's dad into custody. They also found his mom, who had her head bashed in and various cuts and bruises all over her body. She was dead before the police arrived. Kenny's dad was sent to jail, and my parents and I took Kenny in and allowed him to live with us until he no longer found it necessary to do so.
Ever since that fateful night, Kenny and I have been closer than even Stan and I could have been. He understands me and I am needed to comfort him constantly. He still has memories from his childhood that are so horrible that he wakes up screaming in the middle of the night. I just hold him like my mom used to do to me when I was afraid, and tell him that I am here for him. He thinks that he is pathetic for crying, or for breaking down in front of me, but I don't think so. Even though he has always been the so-called "coolest" of our group of friends, he has always been the most fragile as well.
Even now, seven years later, I look at him and see that fragile, broken little boy who I rescued that night. Sometimes I wonder if there was a bigger reason why I saved Kenny that night...I wonder if fate has something else in mind for the two of us...
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"Hey Kyle?"
I opened my eyes and looked over at Kenny, who was now propped up on his elbow, looking down at me.
"You're mom says dinner is ready...and plus, I don't think it's good to sleep outside." he smiled and I returned the smile.
"Like you should talk, you fell asleep first." I retorted as he lifted himself up and dusted off his orange parka. He looked down at me and held out his hand. I took it and he lifted me up, bringing me close to his body. He grinned and spoke softly.
"Naw, I was just resting my eyes..." he said, tapping my nose lightly and turning to walk inside. I stood a little dumbfounded, but my legs started moving when I smelled my mom's dinner waiting for us.
We both stepped inside and took a seat at the kitchen table. My mom came in carrying some mail in her hand as Kenny and I started to serve ourselves. My dad came in from the living room and took the bills from my mom, starting to look through them as she served him some greenbeans. Ike ran from upstairs and leaped into his seat, laughing and acting all hyper, as usual. I smiled and lightly bonked him on the head with my fork. He smirked at me and loaded some mashed potatoes into his spoon, only to be foiled by my mom.
"Ike, you better not or else you're going to get it!" she yelled across the table. Ike angrily set his spoon down and playfully waved his fist at me. I started to eat as my mom looked through the rest of the mail, seperating the junk from the family letters. She got down to the last letter and gasped slightly when she saw who is was from. She looked slowly over to Kenny and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He looked at her worry-striken face as she handed him the letter.
I looked over his shoulder at the return address. The address was from a place in Kentucky, and was sent to "Kenny Mccormick" from "Stuart Mccormick". My jaw dropped, as did Kenny's. He slowly opened the letter and read the sloppy handwriting. I started to eat a little again, waiting for a reaction from Kenny. After a couple minutes, Kenny stood up and didn't look at us as he spoke.
"...May I be excused Mrs. Brovlofski...?" he asked with no emotion in his voice. My mom nodded slightly as Kenny headed upstairs. I looked to my mom who nodded to me as well, and I got up and followed after Kenny.
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I found Kenny lying face down on my bed, holding the crumpled up letter in his hand. I went over to him and slowly sat down on the bed next to him. I bent down to meet his far off gaze, and he looked up at my with glazed eyes.
"What's wrong...?" I asked.
Kenny blinked and a small rivier of tears flowed down his cheeks as he sat up. He looked at the letter in his hand and clenched his fist tighter.
"...He...he says that he's...gonna take custody of me again...cause he's been to therapy and doesn't drink anymore...either that or...or I h-have to go into the military..." he choked out. My eyes widened.
"The...military? What the hell for?" I asked somewhat angrily, but in a more suprised way. He looked down, his blonde hair falling over his eyes.
"He's always...wanted me to join, ever since I was little. He wants me to become someone...worth something...and he thinks that if I join, then I'll have something to live for..."
I stared in shock. His father was a bastard! Why the hell would any parent tell their child that if they weren't in the military, they weren't worth something! Kenny was a great person, and he didn't need to be in no fuckin militay to prove his worth!
"...either that...or I have to go and live with him in Kentucky...that's where his family is...I don't have any other options..." he looked around the room dreamily. His eyes filled with tears again and he smiled sadly.
"I...I can't live here any...anymore..." he fell forward into my arms and grabbed my shirt as he cried heavily. I wrapped my arms around him and felt my own tears welling up. I let my head fall, crying with him.
Why did he have to suffer? Why does he have to leave? It's not fair...
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