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Chapter 5

Kenny's POV

After getting home, and getting Drew in bed, I use this time to get high. I hate when I come down from a high because I get so depressed. Cartman made a fool out of me in front of my son and it really pissed me off. I inject my drug of choice in between my toes so I don't wake up Drew. I look at what's left of my stash and realize I'm running low and my wallet is completely empty. I have no choice but to call my big brother to help me out once again.

I step outside to give Kevin a call. "Kevin?" I say before he even gets a chance to say hello.

"What is it? I'm kind of in the middle of something." He responds sounding distracted.

"I need money."

There's a long pause before he responds. "I gave you money last week! What the fuck? Do I look like a fucking ATM?"

"It was $40. How long did you think it would last?"

"What did you spend your money on?" I can hear the anger in his voice.

"I used my last to get Drew something to eat after school today."

"What else did you spend the money on?"

"Food..." I honestly don't know what food I bought, but I know it went to food.

"That $40 should've lasted you! This is what happens when you want to live outside your means." This is why I didn't want to call him. I hate hearing the lectures.

"Can you give me money or not?"

Again, there's another long pause. "You're going to have to work for it."

"Come on Kevin!" I know what he means by work.

"Nothing in this world is free. You want money, you have to work for it just like everyone else! If I can get up every day at 8 and go to work, you can too! You're such a loser!"

I was waiting for the insults to come. "Can't I do something else? Like wash your car or clean your house?"

Kevin laughs. "You're joking, right?"

"Kevin please, I'm desperate."

"Let me see if I can reach one of my clients."

"I don't want to do that anymore!"

"Excuse me?"

"You know I never liked screwing all those women. There has to be another way to get money!"

"Sure there is, get a real job. I don't know what kind of job you're going to get without a high school diploma though. Your dumbass is screwed in that department."

"There might be some job I could get."

"How will you get your heroin? Did you think about that?"

He has a point. "Shit..."

"That's what I thought."

"Isn't there any other way? This is wearing me out."

Kevin laughs again. "Sex isn't wearing you out, heroin is. You're not going to stop that, are you?"

"I need it to get through the day."

"I know you do. I'm here to make sure you always have a supply. Now let me reach out to some clients and I'll get back to you."

"Fine..." I sigh with defeat.

A few days later, Kevin made good on his promise and got in touch with one of his clients. I really don't want to do this, but I'm desperate for money and I'm completely out of heroin. "This one shouldn't be that bad. You know this woman." He tells me as he pulls into a driveway. Again, it's another person who seems loaded. I don't know who this possibly could be.

"I do. Who is she?"

"You'll see." Kevin smirks as we get out the car. He gives me an ecstasy tablet. I guess knowing me so well, he knew the second one he gave me last time is long gone. We head to the door and Kevin rings the doorbell. I look down at my feet and begin fidgeting.

"Hello there boys." I hear a familiar voice. I look up and my jaw drops when I see…

"What's up Ms. Cartman!" Kevin greets her. You've got to be kidding me!

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I whisper to Kevin.

"Excuse us, sorry about that." Kevin apologizes as Ms. Cartman nods. We head to the car. "This better be good!"

"Dude, that's Ms. Cartman!"

"So?"

"That's Cartman's Mom!"

"Again, so?"

"She's been with half of the men in town!"

"So you've slept with a lot of the women. You two have something in common." Kevin smirks.

"Dude, I can't do this."

Kevin punches me in the arm. "Yes you can and you will!" He punches me again. "You're not going to waste my time! Not after you begged me for money!"

"What if Cartman finds out?"

"Who fucking cares?"

"I do! I ran into him at Cartman Burger the other day. He made me look like a broke bum in front of Drew."

"You ARE a broke bum!" He opens the car door and literally kicks me out. "Now get out there in make this money! Stop acting like a little bitch!"

"Dude!" I say as I hit the concrete.

"Stop whining and get in there! Ms. Cartman is paying a lot of money and giving you a lot of heroin."

"Fine..." I get up and walk over to the door.

"Are you ready, sweetie?" Ms. Cartman smiles.

"I guess..."

"Good, you're in for the time of your life!" We head into the house and up to her bedroom. She grabs a joint and begins smoking it. "You want a hit?"

I nod and she passes it to me. I inhale it and immediately began coughing. "What is this?" I ask between coughs. I know for a fact this isn't weed.

"Crack." She smiles. "Go ahead and take another hit, you need to take the edge off."

I nod and take another hit. Once again, I began coughing, but as bad as the first time. I continue smoking when she takes off my pants and begins to give me a blow job. I wasn't expecting that as none of the clients have ever done that. I'm definitely enjoying this though, but it could be the crack talking.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good…" I smile.

"Great." She begins taking off her clothes, then she lies back on the bed. She gestures for me to join her. I nervously sit down next to her. "Are you going to take off your shirt?"

"I don't know if I should…"

"Why not?"

"What if your son finds out?"

"I don't discuss my…relations with my son."

"So he won't just walk in on us?"

"Honey, Eric has his own home. He bought this home for me, but respects my privacy. Stop worrying…" She begins kissing me on my chest. I take another hit because I'm really having a hard time relaxing due to my paranoia about Cartman. I'm completely turned on at this point, but it's Ms. Cartman! I'm in an extremely awkward position…