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Chapter 1

Two days earlier...

Cartman's POV

"Leave me alone Stan!" I hear Wendy scream. I'm arriving at home and it sounds like Stan maybe in our house.

"I can't believe you're married to that fat fuck! You know we're meant to be together!" I hear Stan yell back at her. "You're having his baby too?"

"Get your hands off of me!"

Suddenly I hear a loud crash and I rush inside. "Wendy?" I look and see her standing over Stan. I walk over to her. "Are you ok?"

She nods slowly. "Is he...dead?"

I kneel down beside Stan and check his pulse. "He has a pulse. He's just unconscious." I stand up and look at her. "What happened?"

"He came over to confront me about leaving him for you. The argument got a little heated and he grabbed me-"

"He grabbed you?" I interrupt. "I'll kill him!"

"Just listen! He grabbed me and started shaking me. I kneed him in the balls and grabbed a vase and hit him in the head."

"Good for you." I pull out my gun and point it towards Stan.

"What at you doing?" She begins to panic.

"I'm about to take out the trash."

"You can't!"

"Why not? He put his hands on you! He could've hurt you or our baby." Wendy is three months pregnant. We just recently announced the news to our families and close friends.

"Yeah, but I took care of that. You can't kill him!"

"We have to do something. He could wake up and try to press charges or something."

"I'll say it was self defense, which it was."

"Still, why take the risk? Let just dump his body somewhere."

"What? Like in a river or something?"

I smile. "I love the way you think, but no. We at least have to get him out of the house...our house."

She nods. "We can take him to an alley."

I nod in agreement. "I'm going to hit him again so he stays out longer and I want you to get his wallet and his phone."

"Why?"

"So he can't be identified."

"So you're trying to kill him?"

"No, but in case someone finds him before he wakes up."

"What if he wakes up before someone finds him?"

"Then we need to move fast! Another reason we need to take his phone…"

Present Time…

Wendy's POV

We took Stan to an abandoned alley way and left him there. We thought our best bet was to get the hell out of town. We panicked over something as small as self defense and it's now turned into robbery and attempted murder and the charges keep coming.

I'm certain by now, Stan has woken up and went to the cops. So now my husband Cartman and I are officially on the run. He even referred to us as a modern day Bonnie and Clyde. It's not as stressful as I thought it would be. With Cartman by my side, I know I'm safe and protected. I bring out a side in him that he didn't even know he had.

We made it to some no name city in Nebraska and decided to crash for the night. We got a hotel room, but we had to abandoned our getaway car so we had to walk about 12 blocks to get to it.

We made love and it was a nice distraction from everything we've been through for the last few days. Unfortunately our love making was interrupted by the sound of police sirens. Cartman gets up and looks out the window.

"Holy crap! The police found us!"

"What are we going to do?"

"Get dressed and get the fuck out of here!" He hands me his gun.

"Cartman…?"

"You go first, and I'll follow. If they catch either of us, I'd rather it be me than you."

"But your gun…"

"It's for protection babe!" He kisses me. "I'm not going to let those pigs harm you or our baby."

"You're so good to me." I smile.

He kisses me again. "Get dressed! Time to get a move on!" Time for us to figure out how to get back on the road again…