Chapter 14

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Now I know you all want to get right to Kyle and that locker room drama, BUT you know how much I love to torture you guys so I have a little surprise for you instead.

I have big plans for this story, so I'm excited to get to it :)

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**IKE'S P.O.V.**

I glanced down at my watch as I leaned against the large golden gates. Dad was already fifteen minutes late and wasn't picking up his phone at all. Looking behind me, I took in the amazing view of my old college campus. As of 5 o clock noon, I was officially a drop out. I breathed a sigh of relief and enjoyed the fresh air that poured into my lungs. Freedom.

I couldn't take it anymore. Med school was painfully easy and my classmates were so slow. I felt like I was learning at the pace of a dead turtle. The classes were so boring and I aced all of my tests without even studying. It was all so boring to me. I was so happy to finally break out of that prison. Now I could actually start my life the way I wanted to. Mom could just suck it.

I saw Dad's car coming down the street and held onto the strap of my bag tightly as I headed towards the curb.

"Ike!" I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Ike wait!"

Dalilah…

I turned and watched sadly as my beautiful professor rushed towards me. I was hoping not to run into her. Goodbyes weren't my strong suit. I saw the tears running down her cheeks and felt my chest tighten.

Shit.

"Ike…" she sniffled, breathing heavily when she reached me. Her gorgeous eyes glistened in the sunset as her chest rose and fell, her perky breasts moving with each heavy breath. "Ike tell me it isn't true! It can't be true! You can't leave!"

"…I'm sorry Ms. Stevens." I sighed. "I have to go home now."

"You shouldn't care what the other students say about you, Ike. You're so much smarter and more talented than they are! It doesn't matter if you're ten years old. Not to me!" she cried as she bent down and hugged me tightly. I smiled into her cleavage, remembering how interesting she made classes for me. Even though we had to sneak around so she wouldn't get arrested, our relationship was something I would never forget.

Especially not the sex.

"I'm leaving because I want to do something with my life that I can enjoy. I don't want to be a doctor. It isn't any fun. I'm going to pursue art, Ms. Stevens. Remember the drawings I did in your class? I've decided I'm going to be a comic book writer." I smiled at her, my hands resting on her hips. She raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"But Ike… you're so advanced. These classes were so easy for you. You could really make a difference in the world! You could cure cancer!" she exclaimed.

"Maybe I will do that one day when I'm really really bored and I just want to pass time. But right now, I want to enjoy my youth." I replied. She smiled a bit at that.

"You will succeed with whatever you want to do in life, Ike."

"I know."

"Maybe you don't need to leave yet…"

"I do. My big brother needs me."

"I… I won't forget you." She muttered, her voice quivering. I smirked as I opened the car door and threw a wink at her.

"Right back at ya babe." I said and closed the door behind me, waving at her as she disappeared along with the rest of that stupid school. I turned my attention to Dad, who was obviously still hung-over. I smirked.

"Hey." I said. He looked in the mirror at me and smiled even though he was exhausted.

"Hey son. Sorry I'm late. This morning was rough." He yawned, keeping his eyes on the road.

"It's your own fault pops. I told you to stop drinking." I replied.

"I know…" he sighed. "I just needed a break from it all. I promise you now that the divorce is finalized and you're going back home, I'll stop."

"Yeah you will. Because I won't let you now." I chuckled and he smiled at me again. "…I missed you and mom so much."

Dad's eyes softened and he squeezed the wheel a bit tighter.

"I missed you too son. It's been so difficult. Hey… Now that you're home, maybe you can convince your mom to let me see Kyle." He suggested. I felt my stomach churn.

"…What?"

"Since the divorce, your mother has been very protective over him. I haven't really been allowed to come over since she got a restraining order against me and I figured Kyle needed his space to deal with the change." He replied. My jaw tightened.

"No Dad. Kyle texted me a couple of days ago saying he wanted to talk to you, but I told him not to since you've been drunk off your ass!" I snapped.

"C-Calm down, Ike. I haven't talked to him." he said quickly.

"Yeah well I'm surprised you even picked me up today since you never called me before like your promised you would." I rolled my eyes. He fidgeted nervously.

"Before when exactly?" he asked.

"Saturday fucking morning Dad!" I growled in irritation.

"Watch your language young man! I most definitely called you on Saturday morning! I just don't really remember a lot of the conversation that's all!" he exclaimed. "Ike put your seatbelt on."

I didn't budge.

"Dad." I felt myself start to sweat. "You never called me."

"I… I didn't?" he asked, trying to remember.

"No."

"…Then who the heck did I call?"

My heart sank.

"…Where's your phone?" I muttered.

"In my jacket back there with you. It's been off since last night." He replied as I violently rummaged around to find it. "The alarm went off at like 2am and I shut it off. I was rushing this morning so I didn't get a chance to turn it back on. Why?"

I stared at his phone's screen as it slowly turned on. The screen came to life and I saw two missed calls. The first one was mine and the second one was Kyle. Before I could look into that, I looked through the call history. On Saturday morning at around eight o clock… Crap.

Kyle Broflovski.

"Ike can you please tell me what's wrong? You're scaring me." Dad muttered his eyes full of worry.

"Just drive Dad!" I snapped and noticed he had a new voicemail. I opened it up and pressed the phone to my ear.

"H-hey Dad… it's Kyle. I know Mom's the last person you care about right now but… well she didn't go to work today and some things have been really …strange around the house without you around. Please go check on her for me. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but I don't think she'll listen to me at all. …I gotta go. I love y-… um… bye I guess."

I winced at how incredibly awkward my brother's voice sounded. Something was wrong. Something was incredibly wrong.

"Dang it Ike, what is it?" Dad demanded. I glared at him angrily.

"You called Kyle you idiot!" I snapped at him. He looked at me like I was a ghost.

"I… I what? No! No that's impossible! I don't rememb-"

"Because you were totally smashed Dad! Of course you don't!"

"Y-You don't think I said anything that may have hurt his feelings do you?" he panicked.

"You were fucking smashed!" I repeated. "Of course you did! You must have because he left you a message this morning and I just listened to it and he couldn't even say 'I love you'!"

"Oh moses!" he exclaimed. "W-What the heck did I say?!"

"It must have been bad. This really isn't good. Kyle's been hinting about Mom a lot lately. Was she acting different at all when you left?"

"I was too angry at her to really notice, Ike! A lot was going on! The main reason we even split up was because of her attitude towards you boys and your futures! O-Of course she was acting different!" he stammered. "The last few fights I can't really remember…"

"You fought with her when you were drunk?!" I yelled. He winced.

"Not so loud Ike!"

"Dad you have no idea how horrible you are when you're drunk! Who knows what you could have said to her! Kyle said mom's been taking things really hard and that she was acting different! What if she starts taking it out on Kyle, Dad?! What if she hits him or-"

"Sheila would never do that!" he yelled back at me. "She loves you both too much! She would never lay a finger on either of you!"

"You don't know that, Dad! You fucking change when you drink! Your words really hurt! What if she snaps under the stress of it all, huh?! People go through mental breaks! It happens all the time to a lot of people!" I snarled. He turned to me at a red light.

"How the heck would you know?!"

"I almost graduated from med school Dad! I know this shit!"

"…Kyle would tell us. Kyle would reach out and tell us." Dad panicked, a car honking behind us. He turned back and drove forward. I stared into the seat.

"We both know that's not true." I murmured.

"Damn it…" Dad swore under his breath. "We won't get home until tomorrow morning, Ike. What are we going to do?"

I held my head in my hands.

Hang in there bro…