Kylie-B glared at the carpeted floor as his leg bounced in agitation and he bit his jaw, he glanced at his mother, rage swelled in his chest as she continued to scold him, and has been doing so for the past couple of hours. He tuned her out at the start, but that does not mean that he doesn't know what she is talking about, someone, more like an asshole, told his mother about his exes and how he's had sex, his parents knew of a few of his past partners, but they were under the impression that he was still a virgin, how was beyond him. They were going on about how he should've had some self-respect and saved himself, which more than annoyed him, but he didn't interject, he was hoping they'd be done by now and just let it go, and yet his mother was still going on like she knew everything.

"I just can't believe you, Kyle."

They didn't even ask if the allegations were true. He rolled his eyes and spotted, "Well, gee, sorry to be a fuckin' disappointment ma'."

"Don't you have that tone with me, young man!"

He rolled his eyes. Tired of this.

"Gerald say something, maybe he'll listen to you."

"Don't be dragging him into this!" His green eyes flared as he glared daggers at his mother, his father hadn't said a word since he got home, just sitting and watching.

"Well, obviously you aren't going to listen to me!"

He stood up from the couch, "You're just wanting him to agree with you, he has nothing to do with this, hell you have nothing to do with my life and how I want to live it!"

His mother's face turned a bright red and looked like she was about to lose it till his father then said something, "Now Kyle your mother is right."

The teen gritted his teeth as he glared at his father, "Well neither of you have a fuckin' right!"

"We just want what's best for you."

"Oh, that's a real good fuckin' laugh coming from you, Mr. I troll people online and blame my son for my actions!"

Gerald froze, "What are you-?"

"Don't try to fuckin' deny! I heard you and ma on New Years' day when I came home!"

His parents didn't say anything, "Is all I am to you a fuckin' excuse for your piss poor actions, to hide the fact that you're a pretty shitty person?!"

"Kyle that is enough." His mother stated sternly.

"Or what, you're gonna send me to military school, push me off to someone else because you don't wanna deal with your mistake of a child?"

"Kyle."

"Well sorry you didn't get the little perfect son you always wanted, maybe if you actually gave a damn, I thought dad did, but to him, I'm just an excuse to him, Ike is the only person in this fuckin' house that cares about me, I don't matter to either of you unless I make you look good! You don't care about anything but you're image!"

"Kyle."

"Ya know, maybe things would've been a hell of a lot better for ya if ya just fuckin aborted me at the start, cause hell knows you obviously didn't want me!"

"Kyle I said that is enough!" His mother shouted as she stepped forward and raised her hand up and brought it down. A slapping noise echoed in the room.

The teen stood frozen as his check inflamed in pain, he slowly reached up and brushed his fingers against the aggravated skin, his eyes looked over at his mother who had a shocked look on her face, he felt his eyes well with tears but he didn't feel them, his mother then tried to apologize, but he didn't want to hear it. "You bitch!"

He turned on his heels and ran to the door, throwing it open he ran to his bike, hastily turning it on and driving off, ignoring his mother's shouts. The tears in his eyes overflowed and began to stream down his face, the harsh cold air biting into his skin, especially where he was slapped. He tried to brush some tears away using his shoulder as he kept driving, he drove down the familiar road that led him to a place he hoped to find some solace.

He eventually made it to the final stretch, sharply turning onto the worn dirt path, he accelerated his speed only to suddenly see headlights and a car coming up fast, quickly, he swerved his bike to get out of the way, but the turn was too sharp, he quickly lost control. He couldn't get control of the handles, as he was recklessly speeding into the field that once held many weed plants, he let out a scream when the bike hit a large root near a tree, launching him out, he tried to use his arms to catch himself, but pain shot through his arms when he hit the ground and another pain spread through his head when he landed on a rock. His vision began to blur and darken.

Stan sighed and glared at Randy as he sat in the backseat of the family car, his mother in the passage seat looking board, his sister Shelly who was on break from college sitting next to him, and Randy in the front seat with a stupid grin on his face. He said something about making a big sale with the customer that was just there, and how he wanted to take them out to eat. Stan rolled his eyes at the sentiment.

As the car slowly drove down the dirt path he noticed a light in the field, he blinked and ended up asking out loud, "What's that?"

Randy turned and saw the same light, he stopped the car, "Damn it, someone's in the field, come on Stan!"

The teen let out an irritated groan as he opened the door, not in the mood to fight, and just wanted to hurry up and get the night over with.

He sluggishly followed Randy into the field and lazily stared at the path that was made, the two came closer to the light, but with that, they also noticed a body. Stan saw a familiar head of red hair, "Kyle?"

He walked faster and confirmed that it was him, "Oh God, Kyle!"

He knelt down next to him as fear gripped his chest, and placed his hands on his shoulders, and tried to shake him, which earned him a groan from the other teen. "Kyle!"

Said teen's sea-green eyes peaked open as they landed on the goth in front of him, he gave a weak laugh as he said, "Ya know, I think that's the first you've actually said my name."

"Dude, what the hell happened?"

Kyle's eyes began to droop close, "Had...a fight," his eyes then shut and his body went limp, "Kyle? Kyle!" Syan yelled as he continued to shake the other, fear of the worst clouding his mind.

"Stan."

He looked behind him and saw Randy, "We need to get him to the hospitals, let go so I can carry him, your weak arms won't be able to hold him."

Stan bit his tongue at that comment, as Randy was right, he needed medical attention and they do not know how bad the damage is, so he nodded and let the older man pick him up and rush back to the car, Stan following close behind.

Sharon stood out of the car and an alarmed look crossed her at the sight of the unconscious boy in her husband's arms. "Oh God, what happened?!"

"Wreck, we need to get him to the hospital, it'd take too long to call an ambulance."

They then heard a car door open, they looked over and saw Shelly stepping out of the car, "I'll stay here, you guys obviously need the room."

"Thanks, Shelly!" Randy then placed Kyle in the back seat and made his way back to the front seat, Sharon already taking a seat back on the passenger side, Stan got back in his seat but before he closed the door he looked at his older sister and said, "Thanks, Shelly." Then slammed the door closed, causing Randy to take off down the path and onto the main road at high speed.

Stan sat in the back seat and now had Kyle's head laying his lap, he could see some drying blood on the back of his head, red curls stained and clumped together, he also saw the scrapes on his wrists and elbows, and a bruise forming on his cheek. He swallowed as he placed one of his gloved hands into the mop of loosely gelled curls. He was trying to keep himself calm, but he was truly scared, what happened, and was Kyle going to be okay? He snuck his other hand down to Kyle's limp hand and interlocked his fingers with the knocked out teen, trying to find some semblance of comfort.

The Marshs' finally made it to Hell's Pass Hospital, once there Randy picked Kyle back up from out of the back seat, Sharon and Stan following behind, and ran inside through the front doors, only to shout, "Someone! Help my future son-in-law!"

Stan couldn't be embarrassed by that as he was still fearful over Kyle's current condition, he watched as some nurses came up and one brought over a gurney to carry the unconscious teen, he wanted to go, he wanted to follow, he tried to only to feel a hand on his shoulder holding him back, he looked over and saw a nurse, "You can't go, let the doctors do their job."

Stan gritted his teeth but knew that it was true, it was not like he could help him. Biting his lip he walked over and took a seat in the waiting room, not acknowledging his parents as his mother sat down next to him, and his father walked out the door with a joint in hand.

He just had to wait.