HD/P2

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Shocking part 2 to the two shot. Not the end of the story-thing though.

It was disgusting. Selling my body for money was the last thing I ever wanted to do. But I knew that I had to do it, weather for Bebe or me. I just fucking had to. At least he paid well.

As soon as I had the money, I left the apartment he had taken me to. I ran and ran until I found Bebe's house. I knocked on the door to see a tired looking Bebe. I realized it was a Monday and that she was probably getting ready for school, which I should have been doing.

"Hi Kenny." she looked down and gulped.

"Hi" I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Wanna Come in? I can drive you to school" She smiled and opened the door. Once it was closed she sat me down at a table.

"Ken, about last night, you saw me.. You can't-" But I interrupted her.

"Here" I put the money the old man gave me on the table.

"Anything to help you" I spoke.

It was six fifty-dollar bills.

"Kenny, I can't accept this! I mean, your family is worse off than mine" She just looked at the bills.

"My parents would spend it on drugs. You'd spend it on the essentials" I stood up to look at her straight in the eye.

"Kenny, I don't know what to say" She looked so helpless.

"You don't have to say anything. But I do have to say good-bye. If you could tell the Principle I'll be back in school by next week that'd be great! Bye Bebe" I knew that was the best thing to do, get out of there and try I find some money/food. I knew where I could get an old hat for donations and I looked like a wreck. I was bound to get some sympathy.

I walked around downtown until I found a good spot where there were a couple other people who looked fairly homeless.

"Is that Stuart's boy?" I heard one of the homeless men say. He sounded like he was under the influence of some alcohol. He had a scraggly beard and looked rail-thin.

"They kicked him out 'cuz he's a fag" A portly man next to him spoke. That man had a cigarette in his hand.

"Stuart said somethin bout that last night." A third man drank from some glass bottle. Probably vodka.

"Hey Kid, want a drink?" They had figured I was an alcoholic like Dad or Kevin. I was really thirsty, so I accepted.

"Sure" I had spoken timidly when I walked towards them.

The man with the beard handed me a bottle without a label.

I distinctly remembered that if something doesn't have a label, especially if it comes from homeless people, you shouldn't drink it.

But I simply thought, "Fuck it" and drank the liquid. It ha burnt in my thought, definitely vodka. But it was something.

I went back to my little spot, where my backpack was with the little money can. Some older looking lady passed me by and dropped a dollar in my can. I smiled at her, but it didn't feel right.

I didn't feel right. It felt like everything around me was wrong. Puzzle pieces some five year old jammed together when they didn't actually fit.

I saw things in a kaleidoscope.

I heard a cacophony of voices and sirens and drums and screaming.

It felt like the world was spinning.

But there was nothing I could do.

I just sat there with my can bug eyed.

For a week the pattern continued.

The men would give me some sort of alcoholic beverage, I'd get all wonky, and then I'd probably pass out.

I got some money, and I was already used to minimal eating so it wasn't too different for me.

But I figured that the people at school probably realized I'd been gone for a while.

Bebe was probably worried sick.

Butters probably felt responsible.

Kyle and Stan probably got in another fight and I wasn't there to stop them.

At that one-week mark, I felt sick to my stomach before they gave me anything. I was sick with myself, all the people I probably screwed over. I felt horrible for everything.

I needed to go home. But I couldn't.

I needed to talk to someone. But I couldn't.

"K..Kenny?" It was a voice I wasn't expecting. A voice didn't hear too often. A shaky caffeinated voice. But I knew that with that voice, there was usually anther.

"McCormick what the fuck happened?" There was that other voice. I looked up to see the two of them.

Craig Tucker and Tweek Tweak.

"Hey Guys" I kind of smiled but I probably looked really fucked up. Tweek jumped back when he saw me. Craig leaned toward me and just picked me up. I think Tweek grabbed my backpack.

"Where we goin?" was the most intelligible thing I could say.

"My house. You'll be okay Kenny." Craig actually reassured me, very un-Craig. But I guess since we were pretty close, it was okay.

"Tweek, Call Bebe. And Stan. And whoever Else cares about him and tell em to come to my house" Craig's orders were sharp and short. He was like that.

I felt myself be carried for a while and I think I passed out. Well, all I know is that I woke up on Craig's bed when it was night.

Surrounding me were all the people I associated myself with. Craig, Clyde, Stan, Wendy, Bebe, Cartman, Kyle, Butters, Tweek, Even Ike was there.

"Oh my fucking god Kenny." Bebe screamed and hugged me. She must have seen I was awake.

"Dude, What happened?" That was Stan. Kyle was glaring at him. God, cant they give their fight a rest? Ever?

Butters looked very uncomfortable. He kept glancing to the side.

"I got kicked outta the house" I smiled a little bit and tried to sit up. I felt a hell of a lot better.

"Oh god, what'd you do?" Wendy crossed her arms and looked at me.

"They found out I like Men as well as Women" I simply stated. Butters definitely looked relived I didn't mention him.

"What douches" Cartman scoffed.

"Was it your Bitch Mom or Drunk Dad that said it?" Kyle looked at me when he spoke.

"My Ma" I'm pretty sure Kyle took a mental note to kick my mom's ass next chance he got. Hmm.

"Where are you gonna stay?" I think that was Clyde.

"No Idea" I looked at everyone. My two groups of friends all in one room.

"You could stay with us!" Ike said and jumped a little. That kid looked up to me, which was not a good thing. At all.

"Ever since Shelly moved out her room's vacant, it's all yours if you want it" Stan piped in. That seemed more likely to last.

"He can stay at my fucking house Stan" uh oh. Kyle was PMSing.

"I was just offering, chill" Stan didn't want to fight.

"Whatever hippie Fag" Kyle crossed his arms at that statement. Stan clenched his teeth.

"I know you are, but what am I?" Stan smiled like the Douche-troll he is. That was a fucking Kindergarten comeback. 90% of the people in the room face palmed. I didn't only because I was lying down and Bebe was still latched on to me.

"Shut up." Kyle said angrily. Everyone started to back away towards the sides of the room.

Kyle's supporters on the left and Stan's on the right. Tweek was running back and fourth and spazzing out. Typical.

"Make Me" Stan clicked his Tongue ring against his teeth.

"Do I fucking have to you Fag?" Kyle was so snarky sometimes. And Stan liked using his fists.

One punch was thrown and another and another until they were wrestling on the ground trying to strangle each other.

"I fucking hate you!" Stan yelled and threw Kyle off of him.

"Right. That's why you-"

"SHUT UP!" Stan was really pissed. But he also looked kind of... Hurt almost. Like he wanted to yell and cry at the same time.

"It's your fault" Kyle crossed his arms and stood next To Stan who was still on the floor.

"How the hell is it my fault?" Stan stood to look Kyle in the eye. Well, he was slightly taller, but he looked him MORE in the eye.

"If you weren't a fag this wouldn't be a problem"

"If you weren't a lying jerk it wouldn't either" With that comment, we all knew the fighting was over. That was probably the most revealing of their fights yet.

"Guys Calm the Fuck down. I think Kenny should just stay here for the time being, I'll keep him out of trouble" Craig spoke up and moved to the center of the room.

People nodded their heads in agreement and started to leave.

But Bebe stayed behind a minute to talk to me.

"Kenny, I was so worried when you left my house" She looked like she was going to cry.

"I'm sorry I left. But I knew I couldn't stay for long. Did the money help?" I asked her thoughtfully.

"Yes. I, I don't know how to thank you Kenny" A tear slowly slid down her face.

"You don't have to" I smiled.

"But I want to Ken, I want to" She leaned in and kissed me quickly. Just a peck, but it helped me feel better. I felt alive.

Then she got up and left.

I have had a strange taste in women.

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HAHA WOW I'M HORRIBLE AT WRITING STUFF:) whatever!