Love the Way you Lie
Chapter Two
Cartman: So, have sex with your boy toy last night?
Kyle: Shut the fuck up, Fatass
Cartman: Looks like someone didn't go full way
Kyle: Why do you even bother?
Cartman: 'Cause, its fun making you mad Lol
Kyle: Ugh, I need to tell you something…meet me after class.
Cartman: Oooh sounds hot
Kyle: Dumbass
Cartman: Stupid Jew
I crumpled the paper then stuffed it into my pant's pocket. A smile formed upon my face. Maybe, just maybe, Cartman will accept my feelings. I don't expect him to feel the same way, but just accept them.
"So, what do you want Jew?" Cartman asked as I left the classroom. I looked up at him then took a deep breath. "Hurry it up; I need to get to class,"
I sighed, then as I was about to speak, "Oh, Cartman," a high pitched voice called out. Wendy appeared beside Cartman and grabbed a hold of his arm. "Time to get to class," she looked over at me then scoffed. "What are you doing standing here with him?" she asked.
"Excuse me," I said. She laughed at me. "Why you…" An arm pulled me back and took me away from the couple…Candy. I pulled my arm free and turned angrily at the person who had pulled me away. "Stan?" I said softly.
I opened my mouth about to say something, but then Stan pressed his lips roughly on mine. He made sure his hands had a good lock on my wrists to keep me from trying to escape. His tongue had forced its way into my mouth.
After we pulled away the bell had already rung. I gasped and tried to run to my last period class but Stan had a tight grip. "Ow, Stan, you're hurting me," I cried. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes, from the pain. "Stan, please let go!"
Stan slapped me then pulled me out into the parking lot. Tears were falling down my cheeks. "Kyle, would you shut up, if you cry like that, we'll be caught,"
I bit my lip and sniffled quietly. "Stan, what are you doing?" I asked.
"We're going to a motel," he said. My eyes widened. "Get in the car," he demanded.
As soon as he let go, I made a run for it, only to realize that what I did was a big mistake. Never try to escape from the best quarterback in South Park high. He grabbed around my waist and threw me to the ground. My hands caught me, but they stung badly. I sobbed loudly.
"Kyle, I told you to shut the fuck up," he yelled. He lifted me off the ground and threw me into his car, not the slightest bit gentle either. He got into the car then drove off school grounds.
I was wondering this morning why he had brought his car today. "Stan…why…?" I asked softly.
He scoffed. "You're my bitch, and I need more of you, and I need you to respect me," he said. I dug my face in my arms. "Listen, if you don't want Cartman finding out about you liking him, then I suggest you listen to me," I looked up at him confused. "Wondering how I know?" he asked, with a smile. I nodded. "Well, I see the way you blush every time you talk to him, or if he's only a couple of feet away, him not even noticing you,"
I dug my face in my arms again. "I do love him," I said, my voice cracking. He laughed. "Why are you doing this Stan?" I asked.
He stopped laughing, "I already told you,"
"It's not like you to be doing this," I said.
He didn't respond…Finally, the car stopped. I looked up from my arms and realized we were in the Motel 7. I looked over at him. He was already leaving the car. He stopped then looked over at me. "Get out!" he demanded.
I quickly got out then we both went in. Stan checked out a room then we went to it. Once in, he threw me onto the bed. He climbed on top of me and literally ripped my pants off of me. "Stan, I don't have pants here!" I yelled. He punched my cheek and hushed me. I cried as he pulled off my underwear. He punched right at my eye.
"Shut up!" he yelled.
He gripped my penis and pumped it roughly. I squealed in pain. He licked the tip and then forced the whole thing into his mouth. I moaned loudly. I felt one of his fingers enter me and I gasped.
'Stan…you're hurting me…don't you realize this? I thought you were my best friend…I guess I was wrong…You were a lot more gentle last night…why are you doing this now? Stan it hurts!'
He shoved his whole erection into me. Then he nearly pulled it all the way out, but before he could he forced it back in roughly. He repeated this process a couple of times. He then began to go slowly. I didn't like it when he went slowly.
"F-faster," I said.
He laughed. "Beg for it then, bitch," he said.
I gritted my teeth… "Please, fuck me faster," I said.
I hated this abusive relationship, but I also knew that I needed it bad right now. He had already given me a hard-on without even trying that hard. I was still like a virgin…though I knew I wasn't.
He went faster and harder. I moaned out in pain and in pleasure. He looked into my eyes, with an innocent and pleasured expression. I looked away. "You look adorable enough to fuck when you're in pain," he said.
I looked up at him. "Stan what do you..." he cut me mid-sentence with his fist. This time causing me to black out...
The last thoughts to enter my mind before I blacked out were: 'Cartman...do you know how much pain I'm in right now? For Stan being an abusive partner and you for getting back together with Wendy?'