Love the Way you Lie
Chapter Three
"Kyle, Kyle!" a voice entered my thoughts. I opened my eyes and a thin figure formed before me. I blinked and my vision cleared. "Kyle, I came as soon as I heard you were in the hospital!"
I smiled gently, "K-Kenny," I said. Kenny laughed happily; tears of joy spilling from the corners of his eyes. "Thank you for coming," I said, though, I had no idea how I had gotten here.
I looked around the hospital room and all my friends were here. Cartman, Kenny…Stan…Stan…for some reason, I get a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach when I think his name. Stan.
I smiled at everyone who came. "Hey Fatass," I said. He smiled at me, as if to say 'I'm glad you're okay,'
"Jew,"
Stan walked closer towards me. "A-are you okay?" he asked. I nodded at my formal best friend. "That's good to hear," he said with a sigh of relief.
Something didn't seem right about Stan. Though, I couldn't put my finger on it. Why couldn't I remember how I ended up in the hospital?
"Um, Jew," Cartman said after everyone left the room. I looked up at him. "Why won't you tell everyone what really happened?" he asked, his voice sounding almost angry.
I looked away. "I can't remember what happened," I said. Cartman placed his hand gently on my hand then quickly pulled it away.
"Well, you better get better, stupid Jew," he said. I chuckled lightly. He smiled gently then left me.
Why won't he love me? Why won't he see the emotions that are easily read all over my face? Why can't he leave Wendy and come with me instead? I could give him a lot more…but…he's happy…That's all I really wanted; was for him to be happy. I love him, right? Then him happy makes me happy…but somehow, he doesn't seem happy…
"Kyle, get in!" Stan yelled as he saw me at the front entrance. I smiled at him and skipped towards him. I stopped halfway feeling a pain in my head. "Kyle? Are you alright?" he asked.
I nodded then continued to his car. "So, my parents are off at work?" I asked.
Stan nodded. "Ya, they called me and told me to come pick you up," he smiled. Then we drove away from Hell's Pass Hospital.
I looked at him. "You know, don't you?" I asked. He looked at me confused then looked back at the road.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
I sighed. "You know how I ended up in the hospital don't you?" I asked. He gave me a worried look. "Stan, you're my best friend, if you know please tell me," I said. "I can't remember,"
"If I knew, don't you think I would have told the doctors," he said. I giggled.
"Ya, sorry about that, Stan," I smiled. He chuckled then suddenly stopped. "What's wrong Stan?" I asked.
He gulped, but he didn't respond. The car stopped and I looked out the window. We were at Stark's Pond. "Kyle, I can't anymore I'm sorry," he said. I looked at him.
"Stan, are you …" his lips pressed against mine. I felt his hand gripping my crotch. I moaned, softly in between breaths.
He pulled away and made my seat fall back. "I do know how you got into the hospital!"
A gasp escaped my lips, but before I could say anything, Stan thrust his hand right under my eye. Then he forcefully pressed his lips to mine. I kicked him in between his legs and he fell back to his seat. Then I opened my door and began running away from him.
I pounded on a door desperately and a large teen opened the door to me. I ran in and fell to the ground. "Shut the door, please," I begged. The teen closed the door then walked over to my side. "Cartman," I said as I tried to catch my breath. "Help me, Cartman," I said once I caught my breath.
Cartman grabbed my chin and inspected my face. "What happened to your eye?" he asked.
As I was about to say his name, my body was engulfed in fear; thought entered my mind: 'What if Stan gets in deep trouble? What if Stan get's really pissed at me for telling and threatens to end my life? What if Cartman doesn't believe me?'
I gulped down hard then said. "I fell on my way here," I said. His eyebrows rose, I knew he didn't believe me. "I'm serious," I said looking away from his gaze.
"I believe you, Kyle," he said. "I just hope your telling the truth,"
Tears escaped the corner of my eyes and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Cartman…" I said softly.
He placed his hands on my back and sniffled. "Stupid Jew,"
I may be a Jew, Cartman…but I'm your Jew…
…for now…