So, guys. I have just KILLED myself over OCDness over this chao, So it was taken down, and put back up. I revised it, cuz it was driving me CRAAZZZYYY!
So sorry bout last time, and enjoyz
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As the adrennaline left my system, I realized the full impact of what I had just done. I simplified it down to three major things out of a million.
1.) I can't go back after a scene like that.
2.) What's Kyle gonna think. He knows my family is dysfuntional, but not to this extent.
And 3.), the worst one:
Ike and Karen go to school tegether. What's this gonna do to her social life?
I began to panic, with that uneasy feeling in your stomach that you get when you know you've done something that you probably shouldn't have done. And will he even let them stay as long as we need? I had no idea how his parents would react to the poor boy staying over, and the last thing I wanted to do was get Kyle in trouble when he was trying to help. I needed a job. I couldn't stay at Kyle's forever, if he even let me stay. I'll only stay for a week. Tops... If he doesn't turn me down., I thought. As I was nearing Kyle's house with Karen, I was still having doubts. I walked up to the door with Karen right behind me, hesitating as I went to knock.
I waited.
About 10 seconds later, Kyle was at the door, smiling. As always.
"Hey Kenny." He leaned his face around me to look at Karen. "Hi Karen. I told Ike you were coming if you wanna go hang out with him?" Karen just handed me her bag of clothes and ran past Kyle up to where she knew Ike's room was from past visits,etc.
Kyle just gestured for me to come in and closed the door. He glanced at Gerald Broflovski on the couch, who just smiled, and then he suggested we go up to his room.
I just nodded in agreement, trying to make my face utterly emotionless, though I'm sure some of it showed through. I could tell by the worry in Kyle's eyes.
He closed and locked the door behind us when we got up to his room and pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
"Kenny...What the Hell am I gonna do with you.?" He glanced up at me and saw that My face was a mix of confusion and...well, confusion.
He let out an aggravated sigh and dragged me by the wrist to his bathroom.
"Kenny, look at yourself. What the Hell did you do?" He said, trying in vain apparently to be calm. I just looked at him for a moment before turning to the mirror he had just positioned me in front of.
Then I saw why he must've looked worried before.
There was a deep red line across my throat from when my Dad had prctically choked me with my hood, and a bruise forming on my cheek bone and a nasty looking black eye on the right side of my face. I gently touched my cheek bone but retracted quickly, because it sent a shock of pain through my face.
"Ouch." I said a bit childishly. Kyle just dragged me back to his bed and sat me down.
"Ok, now tell me before I lose it. What. The Hell. Happened. To you." He said calmly, but sternly.
"I honestly have no idea." I said making it perfectly clear I didn't want to tell him. He just shook his head in aggravation. I could tell I was in for some kind of lecture, and I didn't really want him to waste his breathe on lecturing me on how it's important to tell the truth, so before he could start, I just asked the question I came here to ask.
"Look, dude, can I just stay here with Karen for a few days?" I said, apparently out-of-the-blue to him. He just looked a little suprised and nodded, and made some kind of 'mmhmm' noise.
"So, since you are obviously, against better judgement, not gonna tell me what happened to your face, do you want any snacks?" He said, obviously irritated, but still in his usual nice tone. I just looked up at him for a moment, confused why he wasn't yelling, and then just smiled.
"Yeah, snacks sound good." I said.
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