Kyle got out from school at the end of the day and was relieved to see
Cartman's Car in the school parkinglot.
He sighed and started walking towards his Car.
Not like Cartman noticed, He was just starreing down, with his hand's on the steering
wheel.
"Knock, Knock, Knock"
Cartman's head shot up and saw kyle looking through his window.
He let out a breath it was just Kyle.. He's been really jumpy lately.
Cartman lowered down the left side of the window,
"What?"
"Dude, Open your door."
Cartman rolled his eyes then pressed unlock and Kyle climbed into the seat
next to him. He looked to him, "Cartman.. What was up with you in gym today?"
Cartman kept his stare down, "You know Mr. Ryler wanted us to take our shirts off right?"
He said still staring down.
"Yeah?.."
Cartman slowly looked up to Kyle then back down lifting up his shirt.
Kyle gasped, There was a huge brown bruise on the side of his stomach,
It was fucking huge! probably toke up half his stomach.
Kyle's eyes went wide then he looked sadly to Cartman,
"Rick.. did this to you?"
Cartman shrugged and looked out the window. Kyle toke it as a yes.
Then Cartman felt Kyle's arms suddenly wrap around him and he
jumped. Kyle looked to him confused, "Why are you so jumpy?"
Cartman felt his heart calm, "I dont know" he said honestly.
Kyle laid his head on Cartman's chest,
"I'm so sorry.. I dont want him hurting you anymore.." Kyle said with a small
crack in his voice. Cartman let Kyle hug him, It actually felt really good,
He needed one. He hasent had one in awhile, Though Cartman didnt hug Kyle
back deep down he did appreciate it.
Kyle then Lifted his head up and kissed Cartman's cheek,
"I hate knowing someone's doing this to you.. Cartman, You have to tell someone."
Cartman glared, "Kahl, I tried that remember?! It didnt fucking work!"
"Try again!"
"That will only make it fucking worse! Rick will find out and beat me harder,
Noone will fucking believe me!"
Cartman yelled in anger and turned looking at the window frowning.
"I believe you" Kyle said quietly.
"hah. Like that matters" he mumbled.
Kyle looked down with glassy eyes, His comment struck him.
Cartman looked to him, and noticed he said the wrong fucking thing.
Cartman lifted up Kyle's chin with his hand forcing the jew to look up
at him, and Cartman leaned in kissing his lips.
Cartman released the kiss and said, "Thank you" looking into his eyes.
Kyle smiled.
Three days later..
Nothing really changed.
Cartman still felt himself sink lower and lower into deppression.
He had atleast 4 sips of alcohol a day, trying to keep it low
and Kyle was still fighting with Stan.
Cartman held onto his arm that had a purple bruise marked into it.
He remembered last night when Cartman walked infront of the tv just
once when The game was playing and Rick got pissed off and decided to
"Show him who's boss"
Cartman sighed, He had to watch everything he did.
What he said, what he did, How he looked at him, Everything.
Cartman feared any possibility of him slipping up and do something
below his expectations and gets hit for it.
His body ached. It was sour. It was tired. It hurt.
His leg hurt also When Rick kicked him.
It hurt just to walk on that leg.
Cartman started to try and cover up the bruises
so Kyle couldnt see. Cart,man just didnt want him to get
over emotinal and whatever.
It was easier just not to say anything.
Even though Kyle come's to him everyday asking if anything "bad"
Happened.
'One more class' he reminded himself.
'One more fucking class and I can leave.'
Cartman started walking down the halls to english.
He just wanted to Get school over with.
The bell rang for the end of school and Stan got up from his desk
as did everyone else.
He told Wendy to meet him after school and they can go to a movie.
Stan grabbed his sweatshirt off the chair and got out of the class room.
He walked towards his locker..
Then saw Kyle at his.
Stan stopped in his tracks.
'Should I go talk to him?' He asked himself.
He started walking then stopped himself and frowned
'Noway! If Kyle wants to be my friend again he has to do it!'
Stan started to walk away.
Then he sighed and ended up walking to Kyle anyways.
He just missed his best friend.
He got to Kyle, and Put his hands akwardly into his pocket
"Hey Kyle" he said casually.
Kyle looked to him, then frowned, "What the fuck do you want?"
Stan sighed, "Kyle look, I dont want to fight anymore.
The reason I told was beacuse your mom was going to call the cops
to start looking for you"
Kyle kept his frown, "SO what?! You ever think of minding your own fucking
buisness?!" He pooked his finger into Stan's chest.
"I know. I know I should have. I should have Kyle, I'm sorry."
Kyle store at Stan for about 6 more secounds then undid his frown,
"No dude, I shouldnt have got so mad.
You were just looking out for me."
Stan smiled, Kyle smiled back and swung his backpack
to his back and shut his locker,
"Dude.." Stan started while he started walking with Kyle.
"You hit me in the balls"
Kyle laughed, "Yeah.. sorry, Are they Ok?" He asked Faking a worried
look. Stan rolled his eyes and playfully pushed him, "No, Serrious damage has been done."
He joked.
"Oh.. Wendy's not going to be too happy about that" Kyle said with a fake sad tone.
"Shut up!" Stan smiled.
They started walking down the halls.
Stan was so glad everything was good between them again.
He had to addmitt.. Kyle had fangs. He would hate to be his enemy,
He could really spike someone if he wanted too.
"But anyways.. what happened?" Stan asked refuring to friday.
"Oh uh, That morning my mom barged in cartman's house and dragged me
to the car sending me home."
"Woah.."
"Yep. Grounded for two months."
"Dude, that sucks."
"I know." Kyle smirked.
"Kyle.." Stan looked to him with a serrious look.
Kyle looked to him curriously.
"Uh.. So.. You and Cartman didnt.. did you?"
Kyle suddenly looked down and his cheeks turned pink
as a sly smile smeared to his face and he looked to Stan slowly.
Stan frowned, and made a discusted look
"Aw.. AWW! I didnt want to know that!"
"Then why did you ask?" Kyle smiled.
"I dont know!" Stan yelled realizing it.
Kyle laughed. He's glad he's got his best friend back.
Cartman glared opening his locker, while everyone rushed past him to
the doors. He sighed and swore to god he was going to punch the next person that fucking
runs into him. He toke out his bag and closed it. He started for the doors and his backpack
vibrated. He raised his eyebrow taking off his back pack and looking into it grabbing his cellphone.
'One new message
from: Kyle'
It lit up.
Cartman pressed open,
From: Kyle
Wont be getting a ride with you,
Mom picked me up.
luv u lotz.
Cartman pressed replie.
"K. u 2." he pressed send.
He tossed the cellphone back in his bag and started walking for the doors.
Honestly, He was kind of glad Kyle wasent going to be with him right now..
Not that he didnt want him to be. Just that, He wanted some more time
to be alone. He's constantly surrounded by people and he hates it.
He got to his black Corvett and got in, shutting the door behind him
and started driving off.
He thought for a moment.
He couldnt go home, he knew that beacuse He made a promise he would
never go home while Rick's there without his mom present.
and By the look of the clock she wouldnt be there for about another hour for today.
He sighed.
He decided to turn at the lake he went to a few day's ago.
He turned and parked onto the dirt road.
He loved it here beacuse it was so silent.
He just wanted to fucking get away from everyone and everything.
He opened the door, already feeling the cool waterspring air brezzing into
his hair. He walked to a rock that stod by the lake.
He remembered when he used to sit here when he was younger.
When he was feeling down mostly.
When he felt down about not having a dad, Cartman looked down into
the lake looking into his reflection just like he used too.
He could almost see that little boy with the red button up shirt and blue and
yellow hat stareing back at him, like when he was younger.
'So fucking much has changed sense then' he thought.
He heard small spec's of laughter somewhere out in the distance,
He looked up and saw people on the way other side of the lake.
It was a blonde women in a one piece red bathing suit, A man with Black
hair and swim trunks and beside them was a little boy with Curlish brown hair,
looked about five or six.
The women and Man held eachside of his hand running through the water,
The women laughed loudly,
Then she stopped with the boy and the man ran ahead of them, and turned back,
"Run to Daddy Chrisapher!" She smiled
And the little boy grinned happily trotting to the man, and the man picked
him up and spun him around in the air, they all laughed.
Cartman sighed.
That's all he wanted.
A real dad.
A caring guy in the house,
like everyone else had.
He looked to the little boy as far as he knew named 'Christapher'
A smirked, "No fucking idea how lucky you are, kid" he mumbled to himself.
The kid laughed with joy accross the lake,
and His father picked him up again, "Who's got the best son in the world?
I do, I do" He shoke his head tesingly while the little boy grabbed onto his dad's nose
laughing. Cartman rolled his eye's and headed back to his car. He couldnt stand to watch
what he doesnt have anymore. too fucking deppressing.
He slammed the door shut and looked to his clock, His mom should be back by now.
He backed up the car and headed home.
Kyle sat on Stan's bed.
He was glad Stan skipped plan's with Wendy to hang out with him.
For Stan, that was a big deal.
Kyle just texted Cartman telling him his mom picked him up.
He lied.. He just wanted to spend more time with his best friend, and
didnt like the thought of how Cartman would react when he finds out their
not fighting anymore.
"Dude, when was the last time you came over here?" Stan asked.
Kyle looked to him and thought back.. It had been awhile.
"I dont know, long time"
Stan shrugged "yeah."
Guess they just didnt go to eachothers houses much anymore.
"Well, You havent been to my house either in forever" Kyle mocked.
Stan laughed, "Yeah, Guess your right."
Stan said as he sat on his floor putting his homework in different piles.
"Dude, What's up with Cartman?" Stan asked suddenly.
Kyle looked to him and said nothing.
"Uh.. He's been acting really weird. Like, He doesnt talk much or anything."
Kyle looked down sadly but remained quiet.
"Um.. Kyle?" Stan asked confused.
Kyle sighed.
He wondered if he should tell Stan.
He knew Cartman wouldnt want him too..
Kyle toke a glimps at Stan who looked puzzled.
But he had to talk to someone about it, He cant
keep it bottled up anymore. He figgured he could
talk to Kenny.. But talking to Stan about it felt alot more relieving.
"Ok.." Kyle began.
"You cant tell Cartman I told you.." He said.
Stan's eyes went wide and he adjusted himself towards Kyle
giving him his full attention. "Yeah, What?"
Kyle looked around uncomfortably.
Well He already got it this far.
"Stan.. You know Cartman's new.. Stepdad.. His mom just married?"
"Yeah.." Stan said, leading to go on.
"Well the thing is.." Kyle sighed.
"He hits him. Every night. There's bruises all over his body and noone
believes him. I saw them Stan.. He looks serriously hurt, He jumps whenever I touch
him, and.." Kyle eyes started to get teary.
He cursed himself for crying. He fucking hates betraying himself like this.
Kyle looked back to Stan with glassy Eyes "And I dont know what to do.
His body looks worse every fucking day. Havent you noticed" Kyle gulped.
"..the bruises?" Kyle asked his voice cracking at the end.
Stan store at Kyle. He couldnt move.
He couldnt believe what he was hearing.
"Rick hit's him? Really?" He asked still shocked.
Kyle nodded and looked down.
Stan studdered. "I mean.. I saw a few bruises on him but I never thought.."
Kyle put his finger's to his eyes in the middle of Stan's words.
Then Stan held Kyle in his arms, and Kyle sobbed into his arms,
"It's Ok Kyle.. It's Ok, Maybe we can get like a video camera or something and-"
Kyle backed away from Stan looking to the ground and nooding his head no.
"I know Cartman wouldnt do it. It's like.. He's given up Stan.
He's not himself anymore. It's like, he doesnt care anymore that he get's beaten
every fucking night, and he doesnt care about his grades or his feauture..
He just doesnt care about anything anymore. I feel like I dont even know him."
Stan looked at him sympatheticly and leered Kyle into another hug.
"I'm sorry.. I.. I didnt know" Stan said hugging him.
Kyle hugged back sniffiling.
"He's not the same" Kyle said hugging him.
Stan comforted his friend patting his back
"It's Ok Kyle, Its Ok.."
Cartman slammed his door shut.
He saw his mom's car here. Good sign.
He slowly started walking to his house.
He heard yelling, 'Probably the nahbors' he figgured.
But as he got closer the sound became louder.
He opened the door to his house..
"- -Fuck you say to me bitch?!
Huh?!
Tell me now!"
Cartman frozen, he couldnt breath.
"Rick! I'm sorry! I didnt mean it! I promise!"
"It's too fucking late for appologies Lianne!
Your too fucking late!"
He heard his mom cry.
'No.. No this cant be happening'
He thought in pure fear.
'He isnt..'
Cartman ran upstairs to the voices,
"Lianne, I need to teach you right from wrong.."
Cartman slowered his pace when he heard a noise,
Like something falling.
"Your a fucking whore! You broke the mantal you stupid bitch"
"I didnt mean too -"
A slapping noise came from His mom's bedroom.
Cartman glanced from the doorway and saw Rick kneeling infront of
his mom clutching her chin with his hand.
"Dont fucking talk back to me."
He punched her accross the face and blood splered out.
Cartman jumped out
"FUCKING STOP! SHE DIDNT DO A FUCKING THING!" He yelled and they both
looked at him. Lianne looked at her song with Sad teary eyes and mascara and eye
liner stains running from her cheeks, a black eye and blood running from her nose.
Rick frowned,
"Boy. If you were smart, You'd leave, right now."
He said in a warning tone.
Cartman felt himself shakeing from the thought of being punched again.
He looked to his mom who laid on the floor, with eyes practically begging Rick to stop.
Cartman stared at her, 'Should have listened to me' he thought.
Then looked to Rick and walked out the door.
The minneute Cartman was in the middle of the steps he heard the punching sounds
takeing place again, "You Gunna back talk anymore?!" SLAP "HUH? ARE YA?!"
A crashing sound made place upstairs. Cartman shut his eyes and sighed,
"No! Please Rick, Dont! I'm sorry!" She cried as a loud smack noise sounded from the stairs.
Cartman sat on the couch listening to the argument putting his fingers
through his hair. "This is your own Damn fault Lianne! Maybe if you werent
such a FUCK UP we wouldnt be in this sittuation!"
The ground rummbled.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please!" Thumping sound toke place.
Cartman kept his eyes clenched shut with his hands in his face.
"Bitch! dont you run away from me!"
A loud thump came from upstairs, obviously he caught her.
SMACK, SMACK SMACK!
Cartman felt his eyes getting hott and watery.
He sniffed and wipped his tears away, he had to get out of here.
He got out the door and sat on the porch, You could still hear the voices
and sounds a little bit but not as clearly.
Cartman held his head.
'How did It come to this?'
He sniffed and stod up from the porch back into the screaming
and the sounds of stuff breaking and collapsing.
Cartman Walked to the kitchen, trying not to mind the screams of his mother
and Rick's yells.
He went to the refridgerator and grabbed a whisky, he was about to shut it, But
then swung it back open and grabbed another one headed up to his room.
It didnt help that His mom's room was down the hall.
He sighed and got into his room and turned on his Cd Player on full blast and put in the headphones
He just wanted to block it all out.
He could still feel his eyes stinging from hot tears.
He opened the bottle and toke a drink, putting his Mettalica music on full blast
taking another chung, holding his head back.
"Fucking liar -" he could still barly hear the voices outside his headphones.
He turned the music up louder. It hurt his ears listening that fucking loud,
but it was better then hearing Rick and his mom.
He sat on the floor leaning against his bed, and toke another huge gulp of the whisky
forcing it down his throat. He felt the burning slid from his throat all the way down into his stomach.
He sighed, and wiped away a tear that had still remained and toke another drink.
Cartman woke to the sound of beeping, beeping louder and louder and louder,
a buzzing sound went off in his head at the beeping and it paused pain,
He clenched his eyes shut and threw his alarm clock against the wall and it shaddered.
He sighed.
He found himself on the hard floor with a bottle in his hand and some alcohol spillings
he didnt remember making next to him.
He set down the bottle and slowly got up from the floor.
His head was pounding in pure agony. It hurt so fucking bad.
Cartman held onto his head.
He felt like his brain was bouncing to a diffrent wall of his
skull every mood he made.
He frowned and slowly got up from the floor still holding his head.
It hurt so bad.
He looked down to the bottles and tucked them under his bed.
He walked into the quiet hallway and toke a peek into his mom's bedroom.
Rick laid there asleep.
His mom already left for work.
Cartman wanted to leave before he wakes up.
He would be ANYWHERE in the world but here.
Not bothering to brush his hair,
Grabbed his bag and went down the steps slamming the door behind him,
which Gave his head another loud thud of a migrane.
He rolled his eyes, which also hurt his head and hurried to his Car backing up.
The fucking engine hurt his mind.
He stopped driving, held onto his head and groaned.
It hurt so fucking bad.
Finnaly he got to Kyle's house and stopped in his driveway, Kyle smiled
and started walking towards his car.
Cartman made no expression as he walked to the car.
He got in and when Kyle slamed the door Cartman held onto his head
"OOOW!" He frowned with his eyes shut.
Kyle looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Cartman frowned, "Shut the door alittle quiter please" he said stiffly
starting the car.
Kyle looked at him confused,
'What's wrong with him? that wasent that loud.'
Cartman started driving.
Kyle looked to him and noticed Dark circles under his eyes.
"Did you stay up late?" Kyle questioned.
Cartman glanced at him, his head still hasent recovered from the loud
door shutting incident Kyle decided to cause.
"yeah.. Why?"
"You look tired."
Cartman looked back to the road. "Uh huh."
"Your hairs messy," Kyle looked at him up and down
"And arnt those the same clothes you wore yesterday?"
Cartman shrugged and smirked, "Your very observent."
Kyle store at him worringly.
He looked around his body, His arms, neck, Face, Anything showing
for new bruises. He found a habbit of it now.
'No.. Nothing.. Maybe I cant see it' he thought.
Kyle put his arm lightly arm lightly around Cartman,
"Did something happen?" He asked gently.
Cartman shrugged his hand off, "No and stop fucking talking so loud."
Kyle frowned, "I'm not talking loud."
Cartman held onto his head and shoke it.
Kyle's face soffened, "What's wrong?" he asked with worry.
"Nothing, Nothing." Cartman said.
"No something's wrong.."
"No It fucking isnt. Just shh.. quiet time." He said putting his fingers
to his lips and then put his finger to his forehead rubbing it.
Kyle crossed his arms and looked forward.
Cartman walked with Kyle to his locker as usual.
Even though Kyle seemed pissed at him right now,
He didnt want Kyle to think anything was wrong.
Beacuse if he did, He'd get all suspicious, then he'd find out
about how much he drank last night and start his non stop bitchfest.
Kyle opened his locker, and put in some books.
"Hey dude" Stan smiled, "Hey"
Cartman glared.
'woopie. there friends again. joy.' Cartman rolled his eyes,
"Hey.. Cartman" Stan said with a small pittious smile.
Cartman raised his eyebrow, 'Sense when does that fucker say hi to me?!'
"Uh.. hi..." Cartman said slowly.
Stan turned to Kyle and started talking to him about something.
Once again, Cartman stod there like a third wheel.
He rolled his eyes wondering if he should just go to his locker,
Then all the sudden a PANG went off in his mind,
"OOW!" Cartman held onto his head, Stan and Kyle looked at Him,
"GOD - DAMN -IT!" He yelled clenching his head with his eyes closed.
Then opened his eyes and saw the whole hallway stareing at him.
He iggnored them, "What?" He asked Stan and Kyle.
Kyle stod with his mouth a little bit open.
"Uh.. Cartman? Are.. You Ok?" Stan asked.
Cartman frowned, "Sense when do you fucking talk to me?!" he yelled,
Stan shifted uncomfortably,
"I um.."
"Yes! I'm fucking fine!" Cartman yelled,
He heard all the metal lockers clinging shut and everyone talking
and his mind was buzzing.. Out.. he had to get out.. NOW!
"I have to go!" He said holding his head and running out of the building.
A few moments went by of silence.
"What the hell just happened?" Kyle asked, Being the first one to speak up in
the now dead silent hallway.
Stan looked at Kyle confused "I have no idea."
Kenny came around and leaned against the locker beind Stan and laughed
"He's so hung over" Kenny grinned.
Kyle turned to Kenny "What?"
Kenny let out another one. "Fucking halarious" he said looking at the door
then looked to them. "Hung over" he repeated.
"Like.. Like drinking hungover?" Kyle asked
"Uh.. Yeah. what other hung over phrase is there?"
"theres a few.." Kyle thought.
Kenny rolled his eyes, 'Kyle's such a nerd.'
"Anyway" Kyle said from thinking back, "You really think so?"
"Dude.. Ive seen hung overs my whole fucking life.
He was deffinently hung over. Bad."
Kyle looked to the door sadly and rubbed his head.
He couldnt bare the thought of Cartman starting to drink
like that.. He just couldnt fucking bare it.
Noway in hell was Kyle going go to Cartman's house to see if he's there.
No fucking way.
Not after all that's happened.
Kyle got his cellphone out and pressed down till Cartman's name with a heart icon came
on the screen.
He pressed Dial.
RIIIIIIIIINGG
RIIIIIIIIINNG
RIIIIIIIIINNG
"What?"
"Cartman, Why the fuck did you leave school?" Kyle asked angerily.
"Dunno."
"Dunno? Cartman where you drinking last night?!"
There was a long pause then Cartman said
"A little"
"A little?! A little doesnt give you a fucking hang over!
How much did you fucking have?! what did you have?!
Why did you do it?!"
Kyle could hear a scofting noise in the backround.
"I just needed -"
"DO you know how unhealthy it is to be drinking like that
at our age?! Think of how Kenny's going to look, He's going
to die young, do you want to fucking die young?!"
Kyle heard a groan from Cartman,
"One, Kenny always dies.. And comes back.
two, Yeah I had a couple drinks so what?"
Kyle clutched the phone in his hand,
"SO?! DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW SERRIOUS THIS IS?!"
"its not serrious" Cartman said calmly,
"YES IT IS I-"
"KAHL! God! All you fucking do is bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch!
I did one thing wrong ok?! I fucking screwed up! am I not allowed to
screw up! Rick fucking beat my mom last night ok?!
i HAD to try and FALL ASLEEP TO THE SOUND OF MY MOM SCREAMING AND CRYING
AND RICK HITTING HER, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN!"
Silence toke over the phone..
Kyle's chest sunk.
He felt so terrible, He completely forgot the drinking inncodent,
"Cartman, I'm sorry I-"
"Whatever. Look I gotta go,"
"Wait but I -"
A clicking sound was made.
Beeeeeeeppppp!
Kyle hung up on the dial tone.
He still couldnt move he sat back.
He felt so fucking bad for him.
I kept wanting to stop.
This seemed forever and I'm fucking hungry,
But I forced myself to keep writing even though
I didnt want too. :/
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