A/N: Hey guys! I just realized I haven't update in a while! Sorry, I've been busy ;( Anywho~I don't own South Park! I hope you enjoy!

PS) Hailey is one of my OCS :)

Chapter 3: Married?

"Eric, can you come here a moment?" Mrs. Cartman called from the kitchen.

A thirteen year old Eric slumped down the staircase, sighing as he reached the kitchen. "What's up, mom?"

"Eric, you know how I've been seeing Mr. Donovan for a while?"

"Yeah." Eric mumbled, rolling his eyes assuming he'd be asked to put on a vest because they were all going to a restaurant for dinner.

"Well, sweetie, we're getting married!"

Eric's eyes widened, as his mother rushed forward to hug him.

He then backed away and stared at her like she was insane. "M-married?"

"Yep!" Liane beamed. "Isn't that great? You'll have a new stepdad! And your friend Clyde and his sister Hailey will be your step-siblings!"

Eric, practically dumbstruck, turned and slumped up the stairs.

He pushed his bedroom door shut after walking in, barely noticing his eyes were still wide.

"M-married?" He mumbled again, feeling himself sink to his floor, back against the door.

He wasn't sure what to feel, though happiness was certainly not on that list. In fact, he was anythin but.

He was angry, confused, annoyed...but most of all, scared and sad. He didn't want his mom to get married. Then how could they continue their relationship? It had grown stronger over the years and he didn't want douchebag Mr. Donovan to fuck it all up.

Eric hadn't realized tears had started falling down his face, though as soon as he did, he wiped them off.

He grabbed his phone from his pocket and called the only person he wanted to talk to in a moment like this.

He dialed the number and put the phone to his ear.

"What?" The voice on the other side of the phone was always cruel to him.

"Kahl..."

"What do you want, fatass?"

"So...my mom's getting married..."

"Oh...well, that's great, dude. Congrats."

Eric was silent for a minute before he grew angry. "You stupid Jew."

Before could ask what the hell he was talking about, Eric hung up the phone and threw it.

He then felt tears continue to fall down his face.

That's how Eric remembers one of the worst moments in his life. Now he's fifteen years old and his mother had been married to Mr. Donovan for two years; and Clyde and his older sister Hailey had been his step-siblings.

It had been, and still is, horrendous.

Mr. Donovan had gotten a job as a doctor shortly before he married Liane and was therefore a complete health-nut.

That meant no snacky cakes, no cheesy poofs, no cookies, no soda, no candy, not even any pizza!

Mr. Donovan also doesn't allow Eric and his other siblings to stay up past nine thirty at night and they have to wake up at eight a.m. on the weekends. Their TV time is sorted and limited, meaning each kid in the house gets two hours of TV a day. Eric found it astounding this man hadn't been taken away by child services. Though he knew the only reason he obeyed what his step-father said was to make his mother happy. He didn't want her to have to deal with an unhappy husband.

And if Mr. Donovan wasn't bad enough, Clyde was even worse.

On the slight occasion there was junk food in the house, Clyde would eat it before Eric could even get his hands on it. And he would also ruin the toilets on Saturday morning, as he, Token, Craig, and Tweek went to Chipotle together every Friday night.

His seventeen year old sister Hailey wasn't too bad though. Unless she was in the shower when Eric wanted to take one. He was pretty sure Hailey could spend her life in the shower.

Though Eric could overlook all that shit, if it weren't for the fact that he hardly got any attention from his mom anymore.

She was always so busy dealing with the new job she'd gotten to support all the new family members and when she was home in the evenings, it was always the same. She'd make dinner, the family would eat dinner, she'd clean up, then watch TV, shower, and go to bed. She was like a robot, programmed to do the same thing over and over again.

And when she did have free time, she spent it with Mr. Donovan. That only enraged Eric more. That bastard ruined his once perfect family and household. Nothing would ever be the same again, and he was painfully aware of that.

At the moment, Eric sat in front of the TV watching Honey Boo Boo. He was approaching his second hour of TV now, and Mr. Donovan had just gotten home from his job.

"Hello, Eric." Mr. Donovan smiled, walking into the room.

"Hi..." Eric barely mumbled, as he watched the show.

"What are you watching?"

Eric sighed. Fucking get out of here, you douchebag! He thought. I don't want you around!

"Honey Boo Boo." He responded, amazed he hadn't let what he was thinking come out of his mouth.

Mr. Donovan cringed. "That's show a bit trashy, don't you think?"

"Not really." Eric sighed, resisting the urge to turn up the volume of the TV. He knew he wasn't allowed to turn it past twenty.

"Well I think that sort of TV is what's ruining this generation." Mr. Donovan's voice then grew stern. "Please turn it to something more educational."

Eric resisted the urge to chuck the remote at his step-father and then turned it to Nova.

"Thank you."

Mr. Donovan then moved into the kitchen and Eric decided he was going to go to his room. He didn't want to be anywhere near his step-father.

He shut his bedroom door behind himself and grabbed his cellphone.

He called Kenny.

"Hey, Eric." Eric appreciated the fact Kenny didn't call him Cartman, like most of the people at their school did.

"Hey, Ken."

"What's up?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, dude."

"How do you deal with having a shitty dad?"

Eric instantly heard the phone beep repeatedly, signally that Kenny had hung up.

Eric couldn't say he hadn't seen it coming.

The overweight teen then proceeded to call Kyle.

"What do you want, Cartman?"

"Hey Jew."

"What?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Not if it's a joke about my religion, fat ass."

"No."

"Then fine. But I swear if it's a joke, I'm never answering calls from you again."

"It's not. So, how do you deal with having a shitty dad?"

"...what most people do or what I do?"

"What you do."

Kyle thought for a minute. "Well, most of the time my dad's not even around. And when he is, he's boning my mom."

Eric cringed. "Sick, dude. Did you really have to tell me that?"

"At least you don't sleep in the room next to theirs."

"Well doesn't it make you feel anything? I mean, if's he's never around..."

"Are you trying to upset me?"

"No, damn it! I just want to know."

"I mean, I guess it kind of sucks. But my dad and I have never been that close, so it doesn't affect me now. But why do you care? You don't even have a dad."

Eric stared at nothing for a minute before responding. "Thanks, dickwad."

"I was just joking."

"That's a real damn funny joke, you kyke."

"Fine. You can get me back with a Jew joke if-"

Kyle was surprised to see Eric had hung up before he'd even finished his sentence.

Eric laid his phone down and soon felt his heart hurt. His mind shifted to the remembrance that he'd killed his own father before even meeting him. When he thought about it, he realized what a messed up kid he really was.

He then thought about the fact that he was still pretty messed up.

With all these negative thoughts buzzing around his mind, he knew there was only one thing that could make him feel better.

The overweight teen then walked to his closet and opened the doors. He moved a pile of old clothes and magazines to find an old cardboard box.

He opened it to find his secret stash. Every junk food imaginable. Chips, candy, cakes, sodas; no fruits or vegetables.

Eric smiled as he sat on the floor and began to unwrap a snacky cake.

As soon as his tongue hit the icing, all the stress, hatred and worry building up inside of him seemed to melt away.

As he ate the cakes and then opened some cheesy poofs, he couldn't think of anything else except for the food he was consuming. He didn't feel bad feelings, he just felt the flavors. Even if they were extra-artificial.

Every bite was like a release.

He refused to work through his problems and rather just stuffed them down farther. He knew he felt better now, though also knew it wouldn't last. Which is why he couldn't stop eating the food.

A handful of chocolate, then a bag of chips, a can of soda, a bag of Skittles, another bag of chips...he found it nearly impossible to stop and refused to until he found the box was empty.

When he saw it was, he sighed and felt his full stomach. He had a smile for the moment, though it didn't last long.

He soon found that the bad thoughts were rushing back. Everything was.

Mr. Donovan, Clyde, his busy mother...he could hear Kyle's voice echoing in the back of his head.

"You don't even have a dad."

Eric groaned, remembering another quote. This one from his doctor.

"Eric, you are aware that you're already obese, right? Well, I'm afraid that you are approaching morbidly obese. I really suggest that you start to watch your diet and exercise, honey."

That had been a few months ago, and he's sure that he's gained at least ten pounds since then. Though he wasn't sure. He was too afraid to get on the scales, or even look in the mirror. Kyle's told him so many times that he'd break both the scale and the mirror anyway.

He was beginning to feel all these negative thoughts swimming around in his head again. He felt the knots in his stomach come back, the 'butterflies' fluttering in his stomach, and that sinking feeling, which he hated the worst.

He soon found himself back on his feet. He hid the box back in his closet and then threw on his jacket. He walked down the stairs, seeing Clyde watching Family Guy on the TV. Eric shivered in disgust at the show, before he opened the front door and closed it back once he was outside.

He felt around in his jacket pocket checking for the twenty dollars that he already knew was there. He remembered asking his mom for it, claiming it was for a 'field trip'. It was a load of crap, though it's not like she had time to check.

Eric walked along the sidewalks, shivering and seeing his breath hang in the air. He prayed that he wouldn't see anyone he knew as he didn't want to deal with that. He just wanted to get to the store and back home.

By the time he found the convenience store he was looking for, he was practically out of breath. Though that's not what concerned him at the moment. He focused on one thing and one thing only: food.

He then walked into the store, grabbed a basket by the door and began his search.

He went down all the few isles in the store. He grabbed bags of chips and candy, cans of soda…anything that was unfortunately full of preservatives, sugar, salt, and many more things that contributed to Eric's horribly unhealthy state. In short, he was buying lots of junk food.

As soon as he had the basket full of what he had counted to be 19.56 with tax, Eric moved quickly to the front of the store. He wanted to hurry up and get back home. He didn't want anyone to see what he was consuming in private.

When he'd emptied the basket onto the counter, the cashier gave him a funny look though shrugged and scanned all the items.

"That'll be $19.56, sir." The cashier groaned, sick of her hard day of sitting behind a counter, reading magazines and scanning items every once in a while.

Eric smirked, knowing he was right. He then handed her the money and tapped his foot impatiently until she handed back his change, receipt, and bags of junk.

"Thanks." Eric mumbled, before grabbing his things and leaving the store in a hurry.

He wanted to sprint home, though was afraid to knowing he was in such bad shape. He did, however, speed-walk as fast as he could and still ended up breaking a sweat. In fact, by the time he was home he was heaving and trying to keep his breath.

He frantically searched his pocket for his keys to the house, though as he pulled them out of his pocket, he heard Butters call behind him.

"Hey, Eric!" his chipper voice was loud, though Eric was going to pretend he didn't hear the blonde.

The overweight teen then proceeded to quickly unlock and open the door, pull his bags inside and quickly close the door behind himself. He saw that Hailey was now enjoying her TV time.

He prayed that no one would question his bags as he walked up the stairs and into his room. Luckily, no one did and he was able to get into his room, lock the door and sigh in content once he knew he was safe.

Eric then opened the closet and got out the box again. He emptied the contents of the plastic bags into the cardboard boxes, for the next time he was completely and utterly overwhelmed with his thoughts. It was unfortunately an extremely common practice of his. Though he knew he wasn't going to stop. Not matter what it was doing to his health.

He then covered the box with the jackets and old clothes, before closing the closet doors. He then sat on his bed with a little smile of relief and a sigh that matched it. Though it lasted just a second, before he heard a pebble hit his window and he almost fell off the bed with a mini-heart attack.

"Jesus Christ…" he sighed, getting up and walking to the window, annoyed.

He opened it and saw a smiling Butters looking up at him. "Hey!"

Eric sighed, for some reason in relief. He didn't know who he expected it to be. Maybe Kyle. "Hey, Butters."

"Didn't you hear me a second ago? When you were unlocking your door?"

Eric shook his head to lie. "No. Sorry, dude."

"Oh, well it's okay. Do you wanna go see a movie?"

Eric hesitated, though realized going to the movies was an excuse to buy popcorn. "Yeah, sure."

"Awesome!"

Eric then walked out of the house and joined Butters to walk to the movies theater for a good time. Though all during the walk and the movie, the only thing on his mind was food.

Only food.

A/N: I'm beginning to love Eric :) Anywho~I hope you guys liked this chapter! Please review and follow if you did! I love you guys!