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KYLE
What had happened, was absolutely horrifying. I regretted everything I did with Cartman. For staying there, for eating his retarded beacon spaghetti, for staying there at all. On top of that, I regretted cowering before him.
At first I was wondering that the fuck was I thinking? Then I wondered what was he thinking. How can we change so suddenly from calm to chaos. He did seem to attempt to be nice to me for once before the fight. He even gave me a chance to leave if I wanted. Though what puzzled me the most was that he told me indirectly that everyone needs someone to care about. Could he actually care for someone else with the fact he made so many enemies and is a selfish fatass?
I started to gain conscious little at a time. First, I heard a raised voice that was muffled behind a door, yelling at an unknown person. Gradually, things became clearer. I made out that the voice yelling was a woman. Most likely my mom. I could also hear footsteps walking back and forth outside the room. After a while I gained enough strength to open my eyes. When my vision cleared I found myself in a hospital room. Outside the door, Cartman walked back and forth, facing downwards muttering things and looking both mad and devastated. I couldn't see my mom yelling in the background, but it was definitely her.
Cartman lifted head to look at me and walk in the room. He said nothing, but I could hear someone yelling out from behind him. "... only when you give me $50,000!" I heard her say, "How dare you harm my bubby like that you little, ugh!" Cartman's just ignored her and sat calmly in the chair facing the bottom of the bed. I flinched when he sat down. It's not the best time to be next to you harasser. For Cartman, he deserves what's coming to him. My mom is the worst bitch to mess around with in these situations. Dad is a lawyer after all.
Mom basically slid to my bed side. She flooded me with questions like and said something like, "Oh bubby! Are you okay? What did that horrid man do to you? What ever it was, your dad and I will find a way to fix your heartache. Do you hear me? Bubby? You okay Kyle?"
Before I found words, I poured out what my mom wanted to hear. With my voice weak and raspy I said, "Oh mom, he was horrible! All I did was check on him and he threatened to beat me up. And he did." I pause to look at Cartman. He was still in the same stance. His head down. Though he had a note pad out righting things down. I continued with my speech as slow as before. I don't know why I was saying it since it made me look like a total wimp and it wasn't true about what had happened. Though he deserved it, "When he fought me, he pinned me against the wall with a broken glass plate. He pushed me in." I knew he didn't push me in, though he deserved it.
"Oh my poor child! I knew he pushed you in. There was no way of tripping. Someone thought otherwise." She glanced at Cartman for a split second. He was playing on his phone now as if what was happening was not important. God I hate Cartman right now. "Don't worry my child. Gerald and I will make sure to get some kind of revenge. We will sue him for his harassing, the injury, and most of all your suffering away from school. All off it will go to you bubby."
"Eh em, Mrs. Broflovski?" Cartman interrupted. He held a straight face.
"Can't you see I'm talking with my son?!"
"Sorry for the interruption. But I have the check with the money at this moment. I also have a simple contract you might want to sign." He said. I could tell there was some kind of catch. He never goes without a fight.
"Mom, go to court." I said. "He's up to something."
"No catch." He smirked. "This contract has nothing to do with what I want. The check is for $50,000. I promise it only makes you do what you have been saying you wanted to do." That gained my moms interest. She took the check from his hands.
She read out loud, "A pledge to the family members of Kyle Broflovski including Kyle Broflovski, Sheila Broflovski, and Gerald Broflovski... If you read anything more than this very sentence, you and the people listed must sign the contract right after you read it." She looks at Gerald in the doorway who nods slowly. I couldn't even tell he was there. My dad has been very quiet.
"For your information, all of your promises were recorded on a recording. This will continue till you... ...you finish reading the contract." Yes, my mom is a bitch not to mess around with, but Cartman is even worse. "This contract was made to finalise your promises. Your promises are as follows 'We will sue him for his harassing, the injury, and most of all your suffering away from school. All off it will go to you bubby.' And you, Eric Cartman, will agree giving you $50,000 to those specific things. ⅓ for your harassing which will go to Kyle, ⅓ twards payment of the injury, and ⅓ for Kyle's suffering which is by gifts for him. This is what I wanted in my quote. Any left over... ...ANY money left over will go to him one way or another. This is what I pledge to do. I will make sure all goes to Kyle, only Kyle."
Funny how he wants all of his money to go to me. I wonder what he's planing. What makes him so generous to me. And he is making my family sign it. There is no backing out of it.
Cartman then takes out his phone and pauses his recording. A angry face washes over mom. "What's wrong Sheila?" Cartman asked in his fake sweet voice. "You were planing vacation with my money, weren't you?" God I hate him so much.
Sheila just looked at him in amazement. So she was planing a vacation. Why the hell would she do that behind my back?
Then Stan rushed in the room to my bed side. It was so unexpected that I didn't know how I should act. We weren't so good by each other nowadays.
Cartman got up from his chair. Before leaving the room he shook his head and muttered something under his breath.
"Kyle... you look horrible!" Stan said.
I wanted to say 'Really, I haven't noticed! :o ' But instead I said, "Yeah, it was pretty bad. :( "
"Well, I know this is lame for me to say, but I wish I could of spared more time for you in the last few years. And I wish I could of been there to get you help from Cartman."
"It's okay, dude" I said.
"Can I ask you do one favor for me?" Stan asked. It was always hard to say no to him and his pleading blue eyes.
"Sure"
"Can you stay as far away from Cartman? Like, never again?"