A/N: I was really excited to see I got a lot of reviews for the last chapter! Thank you, guys! :) Anywho~hopefully this update didn't take too long! I don't own South Park, enjoy!

Chapter 2: A World of His Own

"Stuart, get the hell outta here!" Carol McCormick screamed, holding a crying Karen in her arms.

"Why don't you make me, bitch?" The drunkard Stuart McCormick yelled with slurred words as he span around in a wasted haze.

"Don't call her a bitch, ya fat douche bag!" Kevin yelled, throwing a stained pillow from their broken couch at his father.

Stuart screeched back at his oldest, eighteen year old son as his younger, fifteen year old son stood in the corner. Kenny was helpless and didn't know what to do.

He wanted to call the police, though never did due to the fear of either having his mom taken away along with his drunkard dad or being separated from Kevin and Karen. He couldn't stand the thought of either and therefore refused to risk it.

"You think you're man enough to take me, you little piece of shit?" Stuart snarled at Kevin, who had just thrown a discarded soda can at his dad.

"Well you're actin' like a fuckin' child, so I'm pretty sure I could kick your ass!"

Kenny shook his head in horror as Stuart came at Kevin. The blonde watched as his older brother threw a fist that collided with his dad's unshaven face.

Stuart did the same, though his fist hit Kevin's eye.

Kevin tumbled backwards and onto the floor. Stuart chuckled almost evilly as he leaned over Kevin with one foot risen from the floor.

"Don't step on him, daddy!" Karen cried, trying to break away from Carol's grasp.

"Stuart you better get away from my baby!" Carol cried, tears ready to fall as she tried to get around the furniture to stop her husband.

Though before she could, Kenny had already thrown an empty bottle at Stuart's head.

"Don't fucking touch him!" Kenny screeched, blue eyes flaring.

"Stay outta this!" Stuart screamed, as he threw the bottle back at Kenny.

To Carol's horror, she watched the bottle hit her son's freckled face. Kenny was knocked over and when he stood up again, his right eye was bruised and black.

"Stuart I swear to God if you don't get out right now, I'm gonna call the damn cops! Get out!" Carol screamed, pushing Karen into Kenny's arms and lunging at her husband with her fists up.

"They'll take you with me, bitch!"

"Damn it, I said don't call her that!" Kevin yelled from the floor. He then picked up the forgotten beer bottle and threw it with all his might.

The rest of the McCormick family watched the bottle smash and shatter when it hit Stuart's head.

And then down the beast fell hard onto the floor, snoring less than a minute after it had happened.

Carol sighed and wiped tears from her face. She wanted to apologize to her kids, she wanted to kick the son of a bitch on the floor out, she wanted to call the police. Though instead she stumbled to her room and fell on bed to sleep. Enough had happened tonight.

After watching his mother give up, Kenny put Karen down on her feet and helped Kevin up from the floor.

"Hey, look Kare." Kevin chuckled to Karen, trying to lighten the mood. He then pointed to his and Kenny's black eyes. "Me and Ken are twins now."

Karen giggled, as Kevin picked her up from the floor and kissed her cheek.

"Are you okay?" Kenny asked, grabbing one of Kevin's hands as they walked out of their house. Kevin knew neither of his younger siblings would want to stay here and look at the destruction. Plus if his mother wouldn't do anything else, she could at least clean up.

"I'm fine, babe." Kevin smirked, using Kenny's pet name. "Are you okay? He got you pretty hard."

Kenny nodded, holding his older brother's hand close.

"You wanna go to Token's? You can hang out with him, Karen can hang out with his little sister and I'll hang out with his older brother."

"Um...can I go to Stan's?" Kenny asked, knowing the atmosphere between himself and Token was kind of awkward. He's pretty sure Token thinks he's racist.

"Sure. We can go too, if you want. I can hang out with Shelly."

"I wanna play with Amber!" Karen cried from Kevin's arms, pouting.

"No, I can go myself. Take her to see Amber and you can hang out with AJ." Kenny smiled.

Kevin looked a bit doubtful. "You sure?"

Kenny nodded. "I'll be fine, I promise."

Kevin smiled back at his little brother and leaned down to kiss his freckled cheek. "Alright, be careful. You can call me if you need anything."

Kenny nodded as they went separate directions. He watched his older brother and little sister leave and waited until they were out of sight for the tears building up in his eyes to fall. He didn't want anyone to see him cry.

Meanwhile, Stan heard a knock at his door.

"Hey, dude!" Stan almost exclaimed after opening it and seeing his best friend.

"Hey, Stan." Kyle smirked, forehead still sweat covered from basketball practice. "What's up?"

"Not much." Stan answered, closing the door after Kyle had walked in. "How was practice?"

"Tiring." The Jew sighed, as both he and Stan moved up the stairs and into the noirette's room. "How's your day been?"

"Full of homework." Stan chuckled as they both sat on his bed.

Kyle groaned. "Do we have a lot? I can't remember..."

"Math, history, lit and I think we're supposed to do at least twenty push-ups for gym."

Kyle chuckled. "Well, at least I've finished the gym homework."

"You can copy mine if you want." Stan smiled, picking up his textbooks from the floor.

Kyle smiled back, though knew he had to say no. Stan may be his best friend, but Kyle had to admit that the noirette wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. Or in other words-not too smart.

"No thanks, dude. I better do it myself or else I might fail."

"Whatever, Kyle. You're a genius."

"Thanks, Stan. Though I don't think I was being much of a genius when I decided to play basketball for the school. I'm too busy all of the time."

"Tell me about it."

Kyle looked over at Stan apologetically. "Sorry, dude."

Stan looked up at him and blushed. "N-no, no! It's fine, Kyle! I just...Kenny was talking about it earlier..."

"Really?"

Stan nodded. "He said he thinks you're working yourself too hard...and that we never spend any time together anymore..."

Kyle looked at Stan's pink face for a minute before moving his arm around his noirette best friend. He hugged Stan. "I'm sorry, Stan. I'll try and make more time for you and Ken. And Cartman too, but don't tell him I said that."

They both chuckled, as Stan hugged him back. "Alright."

Stan then watched as Kyle pulled his backpack off the ground and grabbed out his math homework.

As he did, the ginger asked, "Are you going to the game tomorrow?"

Stan frowned. "No, sorry."

"Why not?"

"I have to go to my doctor. I lost my inhaler."

"Again?"

"Well, until we started having to run in gym, my asthma hasn't been bothering me so I didn't need it as much."

Kyle sighed, a bit irritated. "Well, will you show up to at least one sometime this year?"

Stan nodded. "I will! But I've been busy lately..."

"Yeah, right."

"I have!"

"What about last week?"

"I promised the goths I'd hang out with them."

"And you had to do it Friday night?"

"Jesus Christ, mom, get off my ass."

Kyle chuckled. "Alright, alright. But you have to promise me that you'll show up to one, okay?"

"Of course, dude." Stan smirked, as he watched Kyle write down answers on his math homework so fast it was like there was no thought put into them. "I'll come next week, I promise."

"Good." Kyle smirked and looked over happily at Stan.

He got the strange urge to lean over and kiss the noirette's cheek, though refrained, and almost got angry with himself.

What the fuck is wrong with you? He thought to himself, before noticing Stan had stood and was motioning for Kyle to follow.

That he did and the two of them were then both heading down the stairs.

Stan led Kyle to the couch and the both of them sat down, as Stan started the playstation.

"I should've known." Kyle chuckled, as Stan pushed the green controller into the Jew's hands.

"Whatever, sweaty." Stan chuckled, moving next to Kyle with the blue controller in his hands. "If I have to go to your game, then you have to play video games with me."

Kyle sighed. "Stan, you don't have to go to my game."

"Well I want to. But I also want you to play my new game with me."

"Fine by me." Kyle smirked, as Stan pushed the game disc into the system.

As soon as the title screen popped up, Stan heard the doorbell ring.

The noirette moved to the door and opened it to see Kenny-with a black eye and a tear-stained face.

"Kenny?" Stan grabbed the blonde's hand. "What the hell happened?"

Kenny shook his head. "N-nothing. Um-can I hang out with you for a while?"

"Yeah, sure dude. Are Kevin and Karen with you, too?"

Kenny shook his head. "No, they're at Token's. Kev's hanging out with his older brother and Karen with his little sister."

Stan nodded as he pulled Kenny inside and shut the door.

When Kenny noticed Kyle though, he tried to dry the tears off his face.

"What happened?" Kyle asked, less concerned than Stan.

"Nothing." Kenny tried to smirk though found it difficult.

"Ken, something obviously happened..."

Kenny then forced a smile. "Really Stanny, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

Kenny nodded, moving and sitting on the floor.

"You can sit on the couch, dude." Kyle smirked. "I may bark but I don't bite."

"I'm fine." Kenny repeated himself, before pulling his knees to his chest and looking up at the ceiling.

"Well, I'm gonna make you an icepack for your eye, anyway." Stan said, before turning to Kyle. "Can you help me?"

Kyle, fixated on Kenny at the moment, took a moment to respond. "..yeah, sure."

The pair then walked into the kitchen, leaving Kenny alone with his blue eyes still just looking up at what seemed like nothing but a ceiling fan. Little did Stan and Kyle know, Kenny was staring up at what he referred to as a world of his own. His escape.

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