Chapter 10

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…KYLE'S P.O.V…

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The sun leaked through the blinds and was hitting my face as I slowly breathed in and out. I shifted my head slightly on the pillow and opened my eyes, vision blurry and dried out. My head was throbbing in reply to the blinding lights from my window and my body silently groaned in soreness. I looked to my left at the clock and had to blink a few times before I could actually see the numbers.

10:34am

So I slept all day and all night yesterday… Joy.

I slowly turned over on my side and stared at my arm in surprise. I knew I sliced into myself last night but… damn. So many cuts. The cuts were swollen, itchy, puffy, and dried blood decorated my skin. I looked at my right arm too, not as shocked to find out it was almost identical to my left. The numbness I fell asleep with didn't last, but I never expected it to. I don't even know why I actually went through with it, but it was worth the little amount of time in which I got the opportunity to feel calm and in control of myself for once.

I groaned as I sat up and regretted doing it the second I did.

What a fucking hangover.

My phone vibrated quietly from somewhere. My eyes lazily scanned my room, never really noticing how filthy it was until now. I noticed the bathroom door was ajar and stood up, my legs shaking violently. I needed food and my insulin as soon as possible. Ignoring the dizziness that threatened to take over, I dragged my feet across the room and opened the door to the bathroom. My jaw dropped.

That's a lot of blood…

I felt something snap in my head and I allowed a scowl to take over my face. Why should I give a shit if she finds the bathroom like this? She's the one who did this to me. Maybe it would shock her into caring again.

I shook my head.

No. I need to get mom to a doctor.

I sighed and opened the cabinet above the sink, fishing out my insulin and the bottle of pain killers I stole from her. I shoved the needle into my arm in a rougher way then I usually did it and shivered slightly. It was a good kind of shiver. I was starting to revel in this feeling I could give myself because of the power I had over myself. No one could hurt me in the same way I could. I bit my lip as I slowly pulled it out of my skin and put it back into the cabinet. I took four pills and glanced down at the floor where my phone was vibrating next to a small puddle of my own dried up blood. I decided I might as well find out who I was ignoring. I already had a good guess.

Picking it up, I rolled my eyes. I knew it.

Stan Marsh- 6 missed calls

I sighed and exited out of the pop up window only to be greeted by another one.

11 new text messages

I began to look through them, sighing in aggravation.

Stan

'R u ok dude?' -9:06am

'Cartman said u left'-9:13am

'Well that u were upset'-9:15am

'I mean he didn't exactly say that'-9:15am

'I just figured it out kind of'-9:16am

'okay we actually pretended we were sleeping. Sry.'-9:28am

'Pls don't be mad at me. What was all that yelling 4? U can tell me'-9:34am

'Kyle it's been like 6 hrs! Answer your phone'-3:44pm

'R U OK?'-7:45pm

'Ur mom said she made you turn off ur phone so u cud study and that ud call me tomorrow. She said we could hang out if I left u alone tonight. Just don't 4get. I'm worried dude. Nite.'-11:32pm

Why would my mom let me do that? …Probably to keep me quiet. I needed to get her some help, to find out what was happening to her. My heart stopped when I reached the last message.

Fatass

'Hey.' -2:57am

I stared at the screen for quite a while and wouldn't have been able to stop the smile that crept on my face even if I had tried.

He texted me…

My heart sprang to life and my face burned with hope. If Cartman texted me, then maybe he forgave me! Maybe I could see him later today and apologize again. I decided to call Stan and try to set something up with the guys. Maybe I could stop by the local psychiatrist on the way and ask her a few questions. When I called Stan, it barely rang once before he picked up.

"Kyle!" he exclaimed happily.

"Hey- *cough* Hey Stan." I cleared my hoarse throat, rubbing it with my hand. I forgot how much retching I did last night.

"Are you okay? You sound like you have a sore throat." He replied in concern. I swallowed with a wince and found my voice.

"No I uh… I just woke up that's all. I guess I needed it."

"Well yeah I'm sure you were up really late last night studying."

"…Yeah. Studying." I replied in a dry tone. "Listen, we should hang with the guys again today. Maybe we could all go to Kenny's or something."

"I thought you and Cartman had a really bad fight last night. He should be the last person you want to see, dude." Stan said. I bit my lower lip.

"Yeah… yeah I know but I feel really bad. I said something I shouldn't have; something that really made him upset." I explained.

"…So?" Stan asked. I blinked a few times.

"S-so I want to apologize."

"…You. Want to apologize to Cartman? For making him upset? Dude, why?" he inquired. I really had no answer to that.

"W-well… um it's… Look I just… uh…" I stuttered, blushing. Stan didn't seem to be phased.

"Look, that's nice and all but we can't hang with them today. Kenny's with Cartman at the hospital." He said. I gasped.

"What? Why? What happened?!" I replied.

"Cartman's mom was out with some dude last night and apparently she got the shit beat out of her and her arms broken or something. It happened last night around 4am or something. That's all Cartman told me over the phone. And I asked if I could come to see them, but he said Kenny was there and that I should mind my goddamn business. …But then he randomly thanked me for caring and hung up. I was really freaked out by that; you know Cartman being nice to me. Especially after I left his house yesterday. He was so pissed off he knocked over his table! It was pretty intimidating. I mean I could still probably kick his ass but… hey Kyle? Kyle are you there?" Stan asked. I was stunned. My own words echoed in my mind from yesterday.

'At least my mom's not a CRACK WHORE!'

…How could this possibly get any worse? He tried to reach out to me right before he found out his mom got hurt while she was trying to make them money. And the last thing Cartman remembers is me calling her a whore…

Oh god.

"Kyle? Earth to Kyle?"

"We should go see them anyway." I said suddenly. There was a pause on the line and Stan sighed.

"…Kyle I don't think that's a good idea." He finally said. "Cartman made it really clear that he wanted to be alone. You could always text him and ask."

He might have been willing to forgive me before, but now that this happened… there was no way he'd be willing to even consider talking to me. He must be snapping necks and chopping up bodies by now. I know if someone did that to my mom… I blinked. But my mom isn't even herself anymore. I cleared my throat.

"N…No. We'll see them tomorrow. And Kenny's there right? So I don't want to make things worse for him right now." I said quietly. Stan chuckled a bit.

"Why are you being so considerate of his feelings?" he asked. I blushed again, I could feel it.

"B-because I'm a nice person Stan!" I exclaimed. "Geez!"

"Well you know how I said we were hanging out today?" Stan began. I growled under my breath. "Hey you said you're a nice person so just hear me out. I have a date with Wendy."

"Ughhhhhh…" I growled. "C'mon! I am not third wheeling again!"

"I know I know you won't be! Wendy and I were talking and well… Bebe still has a crush on you… and we thought you could come with us on a double date." Stan replied with hope in his voice. I smacked my forehead.

"Really Stan?" I muttered. "Just… really?"

"Come on Kyle just come with us! It'll be fun. You need to have some fun."

"Why is everyone telling me that? I'm. FINE." I growled.

"…Please Kyle?" Stan begged me. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." I responded.

"I'll take that as a yes! I'll be at your house in an hour. Wear something nice okay? Dude you're so awesome!" he exclaimed. I felt my face heat up and I hung up on him.

Damn it Stan.

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…CARTMAN'S P.O.V…

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"Mom."

Her eyes remained closed, the paleness of her face making my heart race. I gripped the arm of the chair I was sitting in.

"Mom! Fucking wake up!"

"Yelling at her isn't going to help." Kenny mumbled behind me. I elbowed him in the ribs angrily.

"PUT A CORK IN YOUR MOUTH HOLE POOR BOY!" I snarled. He chuckled as I heard him stumble backwards.

"Relax. They said she would be okay. She'll probably wake up in an hour or something." He said. I clenched my jaw and turned to look at him.

"That's not good enough dickhole!"

"Hey back off. I'm not your jew." He replied. I felt my face flood with color, my fists relaxing. Kenny noticed and smirked. "…I bet you want him here instead of me."

"Why the fuck would I want that jewrat here?" I asked in a small voice. Kenny just stared at me, raising an eyebrow. I hung my head and let it burn with a sigh. "…Alright McKormick lets just cut the crap. How much do you know?"

"You sure you want the truth?" Kenny responded. I looked up at him, surprised by how serious his face was. I swallowed nervously, but nodded.

"Just tell me." I mumbled. The smirk returned to Kenny's face.

"I know that you've been sexually confused since the third grade and that you realized you were gay in fourth. I know you're incredibly good at acting like you don't give a shit which fooled most people. But not me. I noticed your fixation with Kyle in the third grade. It started out small, but you made an effort to hide behind hissy fits and bets and arguments just to get a rise from him. Just to get his attention." He explained. "Should I go on?"

I blinked a few times and pulled my jacket over my mouth. He laughed.

"You're so red."

"Shut up Kiineee…" I whined, wincing my eyes shut.

"Just admit that you've been in love with him for years." He chuckled. "At least to yourself."

"…I already have dumbass." I whispered. Kenny's eyes widened.

"Oh. Good! …Well on a different note, you need to tell me and Stan what's been going on with him. There's something else besides the divorce and the late night studying." He replied. I looked up, my eyes hardened.

"I don't know anything." I said. Kenny leaned against the wall.

"I think you do. I think you promised Kyle you wouldn't say anything."

"That's between me and Kyle." I growled. Kenny raised his eyebrows.

"You and WHO?" he asked. "I thought his name was Kahhhhlll."

"Shut the fuck up. I'm handling it, alright?"

"Handling what tubby? We're his friends too."

"I'm not TUBBY YOU ASSHOLE!" I snapped, jumping up from the chair.

"Of course you're not poopsikins…"

My head instantly turned to my mom who smiled at me from her hospital bed. I sat down and took her hand immediately.

"Mom… Are you in pain? Did that bastard hurt you? What was his name? What did he look like? I will fucking rip his balls off and shove them down his fucking throat for what he did to you!" I snarled, feeling anger pulse through me. She smiled at me sadly.

"Don't worry snookums, it's just a shiner." She replied. I felt tears prick my eyes and clutched her hand.

"The fuck you mean it's just a shiner?! JUST A SHINER?!" I screamed standing up. I let go of her hand and saw nothing but red. How dare he do this to her. How fucking dare he. Whoever he is, I'm going to kill him. I felt Kenny grip my shoulder.

"Calm down!" he yelled. "They already arrested the guy so let the police handle it!"

I let him push me back into the chair. I was breathing through my teeth. My mom started tearing up a little and looked away.

"Eric, I'm so sorry…" she whispered. I snapped out of my rampage and looked back at her.

"Why are you sorry?" I demanded. She looked away.

"I didn't earn enough money… I have to earn it back by Tuesday or the power will go out because of the bills."

"Earn it back my asshole! Mom I'm fucking done with this shit. You are going to stay at home and sleep and I'm getting a fucking job." I growled.

"…..A…a what?" she looked at me absolutely shocked.

"A job mom. I'm done watching you whore yourself out. You're better than this shit. When you're better, we're going to find you a real fucking job." I said. She blinked rapidly.

"B-B-But poopsikins… you don't work…" she whispered. I forced myself to smirk at her and wiped her cheek.

"I will now. Until you get a decent job. Okay?" I asked.

"But hun… I'm very good at this. I don't know what else I could do as well."

"What about cooking, Mrs. Cartman?" Kenny said. We both looked at him and I beamed.

"Yeah. Yeah Mom you're an amazing cook. And ever since chef died and turned into a nazi zombie and then died again, the school lunches taste like shit. You could go ask about that when your arm heals." I agreed, patting Kenny on the head. "That's a good poor boy."

"Fuck off Cartman." Kenny slapped my hand away. My mom looked deep in thought, as if conflicted.

"But Mommy has urges and needs poopsi." She said. "I like my job."

"Gross… ugh you can still have your toys and you can have sex with guys and boyfriends and stuff… but not like this. Stop prostituting. I can't just kill everyone who fucks you and beats you up!" I said.

"Will it make you happy sweetie?" she asked me, holding my hand. I nodded and squeezed back gently. "…Alright. Then I'll wait until my arm heals and I'll go talk to Principal Victoria."

"And I'll go get a fucking job…" I muttered. "Try to make ten million dollars somehow…"

"Again?" Kenny laughed. I glared at him.

"Yeah. Except this time I'm going to do it. I'm going to get ten million dollars if I have to jump off a fucking bridge into a sea of minorities!" I snarled, determined. Then I shuddered at the thought of doing what I just said I'd do.

"Eric?" Kenny asked. I looked at him.

"What?"

"If you won't tell me what's wrong with Kyle, at least go find out tonight after your mom gets checked out and settled in back home." He murmured.

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO YOU BLACK ASSHOLE!" I snarled and left the room. I heard Kenny laughing behind me and rolled my eyes. What else did he think I was going to do tonight? I smiled at the thought of sneaking into Kyle's window again. It's been at least six days since I've done that… I felt my cheeks burn and took out Kyle's picture from my pocket, tracing my finger over his face.

Six days is too many days.