FINALLY AN UPDATE! So you know how I said things were going to get worse before they get better? Well, this chapter is what I'm talking about. It's kinda hard writing this because it takes me to a dark place and I just hate the disease of alcoholism but it does shit like this to people more often than it should. Anyways, please read and review!
Ya know- and I hate to say it- it's almost like a breath of fresh air without the Jew here.
Of course, it's only been a day.
I was in class when Kyle's parents took him to the airport to fly to Canada. I kinda wanted to be there, but with all those all students there, we all know that only parents and significant others show up to see them off. So, that would've sort-of made me look like a fag had I shown up. So I didn't.
But I did say goodbye to him.
Knock knock.
I just stepped out of the shower. I put a towel around my waist. "Wait a minute!" I said.
I opened it and found the Jew standing there, suitcases in the main area. I suddenly feel slightly weird, with me almost naked and wet and the Jew all dressed up, orange parka and everything.
"I'm driving back to my parents' now Cartman," he stated.
"Going to Canada, eh?" I chuckle.
"Oui monsieur," he answered, smiling.
"Take care Jew,"
"I will Fatass."
We stood there in the hallway for a second and gradually drew closes to a tight embrace. When we slowly parted, I said, "Don't do anything stupid, Kahl."
"I won't Cartman," he said. He turns to get his suitcases.
"Au revoir,"
And that was that. That was yesterday morning. I saw this morning that he posted on Facebook some pictures with the other international business majors. Kyle himself was in a couple of them, and in one of them he's smiling ear-to-ear. I'm glad that he's enjoying it so far.
I was just cooking dinner when I heard the door unlock. Since both of my hands were busy making a sweet potato casserole, I glance dover my shoulder.
"Hey Kinneh," I greeted.
"Hey Cartman," He said. He throws his backpack on the floor. Holy shit, he actually WENT to class today?!
"Trying to actually get educated, huh Poorboy?" I laughed.
I sensed a motion out of the corner of my eye but didn't bother to turn my head. I'm fairly sure that Kenny's giving me the bird.
"ANYWAYS," he said, "Did you get to say bye to Kyle?"
"Yep," I said, eyes on my cooking. "He came and knocked on my door."
"Awwww, he loves you!" The blonde says as he gently pushes himself up on me.
"Fuck you, Kinneh! I'm trying to eat!" I said, worried about his shoving me making me lose some of my food.
"Seriously though Cartman," he took a seat at the bar. "I'm glad you two are getting along better,"
"Well of course we're getting along better," I said, finally turning the stove off. "He's not even in the country!"
"You know what I mean," he said.
I shrug. "Who knows… Maybe he'll do this study abroad and actually not fuck it up!" I said, excited at the prospect. I opened a cabinet to grab some seasoning.
"I don't think he will," Kenny said. "That smells good. Are you going to share some of that?"
"Fuck off," I said.
"I mean, what could he fuck up, Cartman?" The blonde propped his chin over his right fist. "It's a study abroad. They're going around in groups. He'll be fine."
I shot a skeptical "I-don't-know" look at Kenny before I turn back to the stove to serve myself my final project.
"You don't know the Jew like I do, Kinneh."
"Maybe you're wrong this time Cartman," he protests.
"I hope I am Kinneh," I said. "I hope I am."
I was at work when my phone rang.
It was 12:54 p.m., right after my lunch. I looked down, noticing a strange looking number. Luckily, work was slow so I figured I could answer it and it would be no big deal.
"Hello?" I answered, curiously.
"C-Cartman?" A familiar but weakened voice cracked.
"Kahl?!" I said as I jumped up from my desk. The sound of his voice scared me. I quickly put the phone to my chest as I told Georgette, the security, that I had to step outside for a minute.
"Kahl, what's going on?" I asked concerned. I find it a bit strange that the Jew would call me only after his third day there but what concerned me more was how his voice sounded.
Right after I pushed the front doors open of my work, I heard him weakly answered:
"I'm coming home soon."
"What?!"
"I'm serious…. I have to come home soon."
"What the FUCK, Kahl?!"
"Look, um, I'm using Dr. G's phone card, so it's going to cut off soon," he said. "Can you be on Facebook in a bit? I'll explain everything."
"I don't get it," I breathed, wondering if the Jew is playing some lame joke on me. Somehow, I know that he's serious.
"I'm sorry Cartman," his voice cracks. "Just get on Facebook in a bit and I'll-"
-click-
"Kahl? Kahl!" I yelled, but I know that his phone just got cut off.
What. The. FUCK?
We aren't supposed to use our cell phones at work today but I went ahead and told Georgette that I was concerned for a friend who was overseas and who I could only talk to on Facebook, so she promised not to tell the boss. Luckily, I didn't have much to do today other than organize clients' files. I worked and kept periodically checking Facebook on my phone to see if he had gotten on yet. He didn't for a while. Finally, after 45 minutes, I saw his name flash on my phone:
Kyle Broflovski: Hey
Eric Cartman: What the fuck is going on, Jew?
Kyle Broflovski: Some bad shit happened last night.
Eric Cartman: And?
Kyle Broflovski: And I have to go back home now.
I heaved a very heavy sigh. What, just WHAT did my alcoholic Jewish roommate do now that got him to fuck up so badly yet AGAIN? A part of me wanted to turn off my cell phone. I just don't really have the time or energy for this shit.
Eric Cartman: Alright, tell me what happened.
Kyle Broflovski: I had a great day yesterday. Me and the other students, they tested our French and determined which level French class we should be in. Of course, I was in the advanced one. Later that night, a bunch of us wanted to go out. We were at a restaurant eating and some people were pre-gaming. I mean, I was mostly there to eat. Well, I was getting along with the bartender really well and he offered me a beer for free. I was really enjoying myself at the restaurant and by the time everyone wanted to go to the club, I kinda wanted to stay because the bartender just kept giving me all those really expensive high-gravity beers for free. Of course, some of my friends were making jokes that he was gay and just wanted to get in my pants, but honestly, I didn't really care because he was giving me so much shit for free.
Eric Cartman: Christ, Kahl!
Kyle Broflovski: So my friends left to go to the club and I told them I was staying at the restaurant. It was getting late so the bartender closed the restaurant with another bartender and then they let two attractive girls in- they were both hairdressers I think- and we all kept drinking. I was having a good time but I started to not remember shit. And, somehow, I ended up at the bartender's apartment. I swear to God I don't remember getting in his car or anything.
Eric Cartman: And?
Kyle Broflovski: I just remember this ugly , fucking bartender coming on to me at his apartment. I punched him pretty hard, pretty sure I cussed him how and told him that I don't swing that way, and then I did everything I could to get out of that apartment. Then I don't remember much, but I do remember waking up in a random guy's car. The guy who was driving was smiling at me, and he told me in French that he was there to help me. I freaked the fuck out and tried to get out of his car, but he wouldn't let me. He literally grabbed my shoulders and, I mean, I guess I fought him.
Eric Cartman: Fucking Christ, Jew!
Kyle Broflovski: I ended up in jail in downtown Montreal that night, and luckily two of the cops- a man and a woman- drove me back to the hotel. It was really late so no one saw the cop car. I felt like absolute shit the next morning and when I eventually woke up, I wondered if it was all a dream. With my head pounding, I got up and walked over to my wallet on my desk and looked for my license. It was gone, and I knew in that instance that everything that I thought had happened had actually happened. I walked to the police station and requested to call my professor, Dr. G. When he finally came, the cops explained everything that really happened last night. That's how I found out that the guy who saved me that night was a well-known doctor in Montreal and he found me passed out in the middle of the street. I also later found out that I bit the hell out of him too.
My heart dropped as I read this. This wasn't Kyle. This wasn't the smart, overly- responsible goodie two-shoes Jew I've known most of my life. This was something much bigger and darker than who he really is. And I'm actually worried about him.
Eric Cartman: You know you have a problem right?
Kyle Broflovski: I know. After we were done talking to the cops, Dr. G and I sat outside the police station and he told me I failed all my classes for the study abroad and that he had to send me home. He also told me that I needed help. I told him about the DUI, too. So, he suggested that once I get back home, I should go to some AA meetings.
Alcoholics Anonymous. Why didn't I think of that? That's exactly where his ass needs to be.
Eric Cartman: That's a good idea. So when are you coming home?
Kyle Broflovski: Dr. G helped me change my plane ticket to come home in a week. It'll be Tuesday, June the 1st.
Eric Cartman: Are you finally going to tell your parents everything?
Kyle Broflovksi: Yes. I'm chatting my mom now and telling her everything. She's…. Not happy.
Eric Cartman: I'm glad you're finally telling them the truth.
Kyle Broflovski: Yeah. It sucks. I feel really shitty.
Eric Cartman: It is what it is, Jew. But honestly, I've been wanting you to realize that you've had a problem for awhile now.
Kyle Broflovski: Yeah I know. You were right Cartman. I am so sorry that you've had to put up with my shitty, drunken ass as a roommate.
I leaned back in my chair and sighed, pouting. While I'm happy that he's now finally "getting it", I never wanted the Jew to feel this low. I could only imagine just how much he's beating himself up for this ruined study abroad and having to be deported.
Eric Cartman: It's okay, Jew. We all fuck up. It's just a matter of what we're doing now that really counts, not so much what we've done.
Kyle Broflovski: I hope you're right Cartman. Thank you for all the bullshit you've put up with.
Eric Cartman: We'll talk about this shit later. Why don't you just try to enjoy Montreal the best that you can for the next week?
Kyle Broflovski: I'll do my best. Thanks Cartman.
Eric Cartman: 'Course, Jew.