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A/N: Thanks to anyone who is bothering to read my drabble! Some time in the next few chapters I will write one completely in Kenny's point of view. So please, continue to check me out.

Also I don't expect anything, but I'd like to hear opinions or suggestions on what you would like to see happen in this story. I will dedicate chapters! That's right-you heard me! Haha I am just dying to have some kind of feed back.

Anyway, Chapter Three!

Chapter Three

02/24/15

After Mysterion's visit last night I became more resolved to toughen myself up. I'm still scared of my dad, but I will push past that because I believe someone is watching over me. Even if he can't really save me from my father, I believe he will be able to help me in some kind of way. He's all I've been able to think about, and I have an overwhelming curiosity to find out who he is. The odds of me ever knowing is slim to none, but I know I will never stop hoping….

On the upside, he took any romantic interest I might have had in Kenny and threw that out the window. Now I'm able to talk to him and laugh without becoming too involved. That may sound horrible, but there's something about Mysterion that just makes my head spin and my heart pound, I had a dream last night that he came and saved me from myself. That may make no sense to you, journal but I think he gave me the hope that I lost a long time ago. The hope I have for freedom, my freedom, is now restored. I feel stronger already and I'm able to stare father in the eyes and not feel shaken by fear. I don't think any normal boy would ever be able to make me feel this way.

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I sighed and closed my laptop. I was sitting beside Starks Pond watching my new friends throwing snowballs back and forth like little kids. I grinned and stood up and ran up and jumped on Kyle's back and he spun me around laughing before falling backwards on the snow. "Oopmfh!" I gasped as the air rushed out of my lungs, and then I was back to laughing again.

Our laughter and fun was cut short by the honking of a horn and I looked up to see dad staring at me from a little ways down the road. The boys froze at the look he was giving me and I calmly stood up and picked up my stuff from beside the tree and I grinned and waved at them. "Guess this is my goodbye for now you guys. See you tomorrow!" They waved and went back to their war that I had previously interrupted.

Dad looked at me crossly as I got in the car. "When we get home go straight to your room, no dinner." I just shrugged and nodded. There was no point in arguing I knew it was a consequence I would be facing when I decided to start actually living my own life.

He looked at me and growled angrily. "What has gotten into you? Why can't you make GIRL friends? You realize you are just making yourself look like an even bigger whore than you are by clinging on to boys and rolling around in the dirt with them! I couldn't be more disappointed in you! You make this family look like garbage."

His words stung, but I didn't cry like I used to I just stared blankly ahead and nodded at the appropriate times. Apparently today that wasn't good enough and he did something he'd never done before. He abruptly stopped the car and I jerked forward, hitting my head on the dash and then he grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the window and then he forced me to look at him. "You answer with yes sir and stop hanging out with those boys immediately before I do something you REALLY won't like." I stared at him in disbelief through eyes rapidly filling with tears that I refused to shed.

"They're my only friends. They look out for me and help me. I don't want to-"

He slapped me and stared harshly at me. "Wrong fucking answer. You listen to what I'm telling you. Now!"

I shook my head and every time I said no, I took another blow to the head or the ribs, back, or legs. Finally he stopped and started the car back up and drove to the house. He dragged me out of the car, my stuff still in the back seat, and he threw me in the house on my hands and knees and he kicked me, and I fell to the floor gasping for breath. Mom ran in at that point and seen what was happening and she burst into tears and started screaming at him to stop. He started screaming back, my world was spinning and I felt a wetness pour down the side of my face and I felt and when I pulled my hand away I seen a red liquid on my fingers. I was bleeding and I didn't know where the source was.

I tried to crawl away and he just put his foot down on my back and pushed me down and kept me there.

"Are you going to listen to me like a good girl? Or are you going to continue being the obstinate whore that you are?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't if I wanted to because he was pressing down on my lungs, effectively cutting off what air supply I had left. I passed out.

When I woke up, I didn't know what time it was, I was in my room on the floor and I forced myself to stand up. Everywhere hurt. I walked over to my mirror on my dresser and gasped at what I saw. My face was bruised to hell and back. I wouldn't be able to go to school for a week without coming up with some kind of excuse for this. I gingerly touched my busted lip and winced. What had gotten into him? He'd never laid hands on me before…I'd even gotten away with just nodding in response to him before too. Something else must have happened. I refuse to believe I'm hated this much. I don't understand. What did I do? My eyes pooled with tears and I couldn't control it anymore, I burst into sobs and fell to my knees and stayed there for what felt like ages.

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When I finally had the strength, and my tears dried, I stood up weakly and tried my door. Surprisingly it wasn't locked. I went into the bathroom across the hall with a handful of clothes and showered. Judging by the silence in the house he was gone and I didn't bother looking for mom. She was probably passed out in her bedroom right now.

Even though I was the one who got beaten to a pulp, I felt bad for mom. She tried to stop him, I vaguely remembered them shouting and him shoving her back before focusing back on me. Why didn't someone call the cops? Why didn't she? I get that she is scared to go without him but goddamn he could have fucking killed me! Did she not care? Probably not. Obviously not. Never mind, disregard my earlier statement. She is just as bad as him if not worse. She is a fucking coward. I will never look at her the same way.

I got out of the shower and put on my clothes and started experimenting with makeup. There had to be something I could do that would cover this mess up. I piled on foundation and concealer and blush and everything I could think of where I would still look natural, but not have these stupid bruises. It worked, to a degree. My skin was still an odd hue, but at least it wasn't obvious what happened. The only thing I couldn't do much about was my lip. I could just say I fell down the stairs though. Yea, that's what I would say.

I opened up the bathroom door and headed back to my room and was met by Mysterion. "I keep catching you fresh out the shower."

I just nodded and went to the bed and laid down.

He followed me and looked at me. "Did something happen today?" I shrugged and rolled my eyes.

"Yea I fell down the stairs when mom called me down for dinner earlier." He didn't seem to believe me or not care last night when I tried to tell him about dad. All men were the same. Eventually they will all turn into the monster that my father is. I believe that now, with everything. It's better I trust no one.

Mysterion raised an eyebrow. "You're lying."

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I'm the good guy. I stop bad things from happening."

My laugh was empty. "Okay. You can leave now."

He stood and ran his fingers through my hair. "I'm here to listen to you, and if my leaving unexpectedly last night made you think you couldn't trust me..I apologize. I was angered by what you said about your father, not by you."

I looked at him and sat up and studied him carefully. It was a few tense minutes before I felt comfortable speaking. "I want to have friends that I pick myself. Father doesn't agree. Take from that what you want."

His eyes widened and then he seemed to notice something and he leaned in really close. Was he about to kiss me? He raised a hand, I flinched, and he hushed me, assuring me he wasn't going to hurt me. He wiped off some of my makeup with his glove and his expression hardened. "Did he do that?"

I felt the spot and I didn't answer. I didn't have to, and didn't have the chance to even if I wanted to. Mysterion had gone already, and yet again it was like he had never been here. Maybe I have a brain tumor and keep dreaming while I'm awake…or I'm crazy and seeing things. I don't know…

I am just going to try and get some sleep and think about all this in the morning.

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The next day I got up extra early and spent two hours putting on the makeup more carefully and by the time I got done it was like yesterday never happened-on the outside at least. I got my stuff together and walked to the bus stop where, again, Kenny was the first one there. He was avoiding my gaze today and I wondered if I had done something to make him mad, or if something had happened at home. I didn't really want to bother him if he didn't want to talk about it, but I wanted to at least see if he was ok.

"Kenny, are you ok?" He looked at me like he was surprised I was asking about him.

He nodded and then zeroed in on my mouth. "Yea I'm okay, but what happened to you?"

I laughed, and winced inwardly at how forced it sounded. "Oh that? Yea, yesterday when I got home I slipped on ice walking into my house and busted my face on the stairs. I'm a bit of a klutz." Something in his eyes told me he didn't believe me. Wait. Those eyes. This feeling. It's the same one I get when Mysterion's around. Could Kenny be? No. No way. I studied him and he watched me back curiously.

"Kenny, are you-"

"Get back here you fucking Jew!" I sighed and the others had arrived. Oh well they probably just saved me from sounding like the biggest psycho on the planet. I wasn't even sure if Mysterion existed or if I just took what I felt for Kenny and my mind made some kind of imaginary hero to help me get through this rough time in my life. Now that I think about it I think I've read about that before..somewhere.

"Hey guys!" I smiled, for real this time and they grinned back. "What are y'all fighting about now?"

"Cartman thinks I have his stupid stuffed frog." Kyle said laughing hysterically.

Cartman fumed and stomped his feet childishly. "Kahl! Give me Clyde Frog! You stupid Jew I know you have him!"

I laughed and then looked around. "Hey, where's Stan?"

Everyone groaned in annoyance. "What'd I say?" I asked.

"He's probably up Wendy's ass again today. He said something about going to school with her today." Kyle said, rolling his eyes.

Kenny laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "He's trying to get him some pussy don't act like you wouldn't be doing the same thing if you had a hot piece of ass ever since third grade."

I blinked. Stan and Wendy had been together that long? "Awwwwww!" The boys all looked at me like I was crazy, and even Cartman stopped his temper tantrum to give me a creeped out look.

"What? I think that it's sweet that they've been together since they were little bitty. I wish I had a boyfriend like that."

They all just stared at me. I rolled my eyes. "And that's why girls and guys are so different." At that moment the bus pulled up and opened its doors. I groaned as I got on, but I did it without limping afterwards, so I was alright. I applauded myself, all I had to do was not have any slip ups. Right then a kid stuck his foot out in my path and I tripped. I waited for the floors impact to hit me, but it didn't and I was suddenly aware of someone's arm around my waist and I turned around and seen Kenny glaring at a kid with a blue hat. "Craig, back the fuck off. Don't screw with this one."

The kid just shrugged and turned around in his seat like nothing had just happened. I stared at Kenny for a second longer before I walked to my seat. I am really beginning to wonder just who the superhero really is. Mysterion, who runs away, or Kenny, for saving me from embarrassment and standing up for me. I felt heat rush in my face and I groaned. Great.

I'm definitely liking Kenny.

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A/N: That's it for Chapter Three guys! I made it a bit longer than my other chapters I hope y'all liked it! Please let me know what you think!