Please make sure you read the not at the end of this chapter. It's important that you do, and the bit that especially needs reading is in bold.
Thanks,
Kai

Chapter three
"Kyle, I need you to take care of Ike this evening. Your father's finishing work late and I promised Ms. Johnson across the street that I'd take her to her doctor's appointment." He nodded dutifully.
"Thank you Kyle. I'll be home in about half an hour."she gave him a kiss on the cheek and left.
"Kyle?" Ike tugged on his brother's jacket as soon as his mother had left.
"Yeah Ike?"
"I want ice cream!" Kyle rolled his eyes.
"No Ike, you haven't had dinner yet. No ice cream." Ike pulled his face into a pout, and went on to sulk for the next fifteen minutes.
Kyle was doing his history homework on the sofa when the phone rang. It was Stan, supposedly asking about his own homework, but Kyle had a feeling that he was really just checking up on him. It had been two weeks since he had told his best friend about his mom, and since then Stan had been so much more... Caring. Kyle knew that he glanced over at the now fading welts and bruises when they dressed for PE, checking for any new marks. When he did finally convince him that his answers were okay and hung up the phone, he turned around to find that Ike had disappeared from the room. His eyes widened. He ran into the kitchen, only to find his little brother sitting on the floor, a brown substance smeared over his mouth and cheeks, and not one, but three cartons of ice cream surrounding him. The red-head's eyes widened in shock.
"No! Ike! Oh shit!" the baby looked up at his brother, trying to look innocent even amongst the incriminating evidence.
"That wasn't supposed to be for you! It cost like $5 a tub! Mom is gonna kill me!" Kyle bit his lip nervously.
"Maybe we can cover this up. Yeah, that's what we'll do. Ike, you go get cleaned up. I'll put the ice cream away." he suddenly became aware that his little brother wasn't looking at him.
"Ike? What are you looking-" he jumped as a hand clapped down on his shoulder and spun him around to face its owner. His mother glared down at him.
"So, this is what happens when I ask you to watch your little brother. Were you watching him like I asked you to Kyle?" Her son trembled in fear. "N-no ma'am"
"And did I just hear you say you were going to cover it up so I wouldn't know?"
"Yes ma'am." She tightened her grip on his arm, grasping it hard enough to leave a bruise.
"I think we need to have a little talk about this, don't you?" Kyle swallowed apprehensively, staring at the floor. His mother shook him hard.
"Answer me Kyle!"
"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry!"
"Very well. Go to your room. And take the paddle- The holey one."

Kyle Broflovski sat very gingerly for the next week or so. He would perch very carefully on the edge of his seat in class- and this didn't go unnoticed by Stan. The raven-haired boy cornered him in the boy's toilets one recess.
"What did she do to you?" he demanded angrily. Kyle glanced around the room worriedly, checking for anyone that could overhear them.
"Not so loud! She didn't do anything, I swear-" his best friend cut him off.
"Oh really? Then how come you can't sit down properly?" he grabbed Kyle's shoulders, shortening the space between their bodies. "Please, Ky. You're my best friend, why won't you just tell me?" he hung his head, and Stan pulled him into a hug.
"You're my best friend, and I hate seeing you like this. You know you can tell me anything, right?" his friend nodded, wiping away the tears that streamed down his face.
"Thanks Stan" he said quietly.

That was crap, wasn't it? Absolute bullshit.
BUT NEVER MIND! I'll put that down to having been up for 18 hours straight now, plus the fact that I'm 14 and easily distracted.
Plus I'm just crap at writing. ANYWAY:
I'm at a crossroad here. I'm not sure how to continue the story, as I have got two possible and plausible ideas, them being:
a) Stan tells someone.
b) He doesn't.
I'm not sure which I prefer, so I really need feedback on this. I will put a poll up on my user page, and you can either vote using that or leave me a review- which would be easier since I haven't the faintest idea how to set up a poll anyway.
I was originally going to write two chapters, one for section A and one for section B, but being the clever person I am not, I only just realised that I'd have to keep writing two separate chapters from then on.
Therefore, it's up to you:-
Either vote, or don't vote, in which case I will most probably discontinue the story for a while until my indecisive brain makes a decision. Which may not ever happen, so it's probably easier that you just vote.
Ta!