Kyle paced in his room.
Kenny just dropped him off.
Even though Kenny assured him, Cartman
loved him more then anyone, he was still nervous
about this Tracy.
Kyle sat on his bed, and tapped his fingers on his knee.
It kept bugging him.
He felt so angry that his boyfriend just left him there.
Just left.
Kyle sighed.
He didnt know which He felt worse about.
The fact Cartman drove off with a whore or the fact
he could get alcohol one way or another.
The thought made his heart squeeze.
He hasent been the same sense he's started that.
He hasent been the same in a long time.
Kyle got up from his bed and started pacing again.
It got to the point where Kyle couldnt even tell what Cartman was thinking
anymore. At times, He was sometimes afraid of him.. Yeah he usualy got mad
easily before but now.. he's just so fucking dark and fierce about it.
He didnt like that side of Cartman.
Kyle sat back down on his bed again.
He couldnt take it.
He couldnt sleep without an explanation for what happened.
Kyle dialed in Cartman's number and held the phone to his ear.
"RIIIIING"Kyle hung up.
"RIIIIING"
"RII- CLick, You have reached the voicemail of.. Er-"
He frowned.
'Cartman fucking iggnored my call!'Kyle dialed his number in again.
"RIIIIING"
"RII- click. You have reached-"
"Damn it" Kyle muttered hanging up the phone angerily.
He knew Cartman iggnored his call.
If it was off It would go straight to voice mail, and if
he didnt hear the phone would ring four times.
Kyle groaned putting his hand to his head.
"Why is he fucking iggnoreing me?!" He asked himself outloud.
He stared at the phone which gave him no responce.|
Then he thought for a moment then dialed in Kenny's home number.
He should be home by now.
"RIIIIIING"
"RIIII, Click, Hello?"
Kyle smiled "Hey Kenny"
"Hey, Uh.. Didn I jus drop you off?"
"Yeah, yea but uh, Kenny can you do a favor for me?"
"What?"
"Uh.. Ok. Can you call Cartman for me?"
"WHy?"
"Beacuse he's iggnoreing my calls and I..
I dont know, I just, After tonight, I just
want to see how he is.
Like, if he's mad at me or something, can you please just call him?"
Kyle heard Kenny smirk,
"Dude, Your overreacting. you dudes are fine.
and you dont know for sure that he iggnored your call."
"Come on dude just please call him"
He pleaded.
Kenny was silent for a moment, then asked,
"WHat am I suppose to say?"
"I dont know, Make small talk. I just want to see
how he's feeling and uh.. whatever."
The other line was quiet then said,
"Kyle, you worry way too fucking much" Kenny mocked.
Kyle frowned,
"Dude, Just please call him" he said sternly.
"Ah. Ok, Ok, Ok fine."
Kenny was about to click a button but Kyle stopped him.
"Wait, wait Kenny, Put us on three way."
"Kay."
Kenny entered in Cartman's cell number.
"Sheesh." He whispered to himself.
putting the phone to his ear and clicking connect.
"RIIIIIING"
"Kyle you there?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, Shh."
"RIIIIIING"
"Ok"
"RIIIIING"
"Told you he wont pick up." Kenny smirked.
"Well I-"
Click "Hello?" a weak voice answered and Kyle immediatly
topped talking.
"Uh.." Kenny froze.
"Cartman?" Kenny asked.
Silence went by and Kenny could hear Cartman take the phone
away and start coughing and come back to the phone.
"What do you want?" He asked in a quiet, Un-Cartman like voice.
"I um.. jus askin.. you Ok?"
Silence filled the phone. A few secounds went by.
"Cartman..?" Kenny asked
No responce.
"Cartman?!" Kenny asked again.
a blow came onto the phone,
"Oh sorry. What?"
"Dude.. Are you ok?"
Kenny heard Cartman groan.
"Yeah. Fine." He said.
"Uh.. Ok, Well Kyle was wondering where you went-"
Kenny heard Cartman grumble smomething under his breath unpleasently.
"Huh?"
"Oh, Uh, Nothin. I uh. Just, you know."
Kenny and Kyle could hear in the backround screaming.
Yelling of Rick and Crying of lianne..
'Oh my god..' Kenny thought to himself.
But he.. really, really didnt want to bring it up.
"You jus.. You know?" Kenny repeated slowly.
"Yeah." Cartman answered.
"Uh.. Ok. Wella, Kyle said he called and you-"
"Oh my god." Cartman inturupted in a deep voice.
"What?"
"I Jus.. Uh.. Ah man.."
"What? whats wrong?!"
"Nothing I uh.. Dizzy.. Gotta.. ahh.." All the sudden a click went on
informing he hung up.
A few secounds went by before Kyle spoke to make sure Cartman wasent
still on the phone.
"What the hell?" Asked Kyle as speechless Kenny.
Neither of them spoke a word for about eight secounds.
"Dude.." Kyle finnaly said,
"Did, You hear them in the backround?"
"..yeah."
"Dude.."
The phone went silent again.
"Kenny, what if something happened to him?!
What if Rick's hurting him right now?! What if-"
"CALM DOWN! Kyle, He's probably not hurting Cartman,
Rick's got Cartman's mom now. Plus, Cartman can fend for himself."
Kyle looked to the ground, He still felt really worried.
Kenny couldnt sense this and said, "I'm sure he's fine."
"No.." Kyle said quietly.
"Your not. You cant be sure. At that house there's no way
you can be sure.. Kenny we have to help him! He have to fucking do something!"
"Kyle theres nothin we can do!"
"So what?! Were suppose to go around acting like everything's ok when Cartman's
bruises are getting worse and worse!?
I'm suppose to stand by and watch my boyfriend get beat and drink to death huh?!
Beacuse I wont do it! I wont fucking do it!"
Kenny was silent.
He was at a loss of words.
He looked down to the floor.. He remembered when he was in the
same sittuation with his dad.. he wished he had someone like Kyle
who could've been there for him through it.
"Kenny we have to do something.." Kenny could swear he heard Kyle's voice
crack on the last word. Was he.. Crying?
He couldnt be..
"Kenny, Rick's tearing him appart" Kyle said, breathing low, and chokeing on his words.
Kenny's chest sunk.. god he hated hearing people cry.
It was his biggest weakness.
He couldnt handle tears.
"Do what your gunna do" Kenny shrugged.
guessing Kyle would do whatever he wanted with his permition or not.
Kyle made a tiny smile.
Lianne opened her her sour black eye that instantly felt wattery the secound
she opened it. She lifted herself up, and found herself on her kitchen floor.
Bowls were spread everywhere from her and Rick's last "Fight"
Lianne toke her knee's into her arms and rested her head in them letting
her long brown hair hang down.
'This wasent suppose to happen..
This wasent suppose to happen.'
She looked around her kitchen, which used
to be clean. Things were now knocked over, Ketchup was scattered
accross the floor, and there were about five or six pan's on the floor.
Lianne held her grip to her legs tighter and felt her arm swell up.
She liftted a part of her pink robe down and saw a black and blue bruise.
He twisted it looking onto the side. She stared at it and sighed sadly.
Feeling like she was going to cry again.
She rubbed her eyes slowly getting up from her kitchen floor quietly going
upstairs to her room. She looked at Saw rick in her bed with the Tv left on.
She sighed again and leaned against the door way.
Lianne stared at her new husband.
"It wasent suppose to be like this" she whispered.
She looked at him, feeling the bruises on her stomach and theigh as she leaned against the doorway.
Rick was a good guy she thought.
He was a really nice guy.
He made her feel special and toke her to fancy restrounts and movies
and like her past life of being a whore didnt even matter anymore.
She wanted to give up all the men in her life for him.
For once she felt loved. Really loved
Lianne looked away from Rick, not standing to look at him.
And she's also wanted what was best for Eric.
She always felt so horable.. He had to grow up with no father.
No male influence on him.. all he's wanted was a dad.
She finnaly goves him one and it had to be RIck.
She sighed again slowly walking by her son's room.
She just wanted what was best for him.
She slowly opened the door and saw bottle's all over
his ground. Vodka and whisky bottles. Everywhere.
She looked to him, Laying from his desk, with his head
laid back from his chair holding a brown bottle.
Lianne looked sadly to her soon.
'Look what I've done'
She slowly looked back and shut Cartman's door quietly.
"It's all my fault" She whispered.
Lianne dropped to her knee's leaning against her son's door, holding
her legs in her hands.
"I'm a bad mother." She tole herself.
She looked back down to her wrists which spiked with pain each time
something touches it.
'I should have listened to him'
She store down at the bruises.
"I should have listened to him" She whispered.
(Next morning)
Kyle shivvered that morning looking to his watch for the thousanth time.
"Come on.." He complained, pacing around his porch.
"Come on" He nagged a few secounds later.
Stareing at the watch, Cartman was 25 minneutes late.
Kyle put his fingers through his hair takeing a deep breath.
'I cant be late,
I cant fucking be late.'
Kyle sat on the porch hopeing that would calm his nerves down a bit but
it didnt. He got back up and started pacing again.
"Come on.." He mumbled.
27 minneutes late.
Kyle rolled his eyes.
He wondered If Cartman was picking him up today.. Maybe
he was mad at him and wasent picking him up.
He groaned and toke out his cellphone Calling Stan's phone.
"RIIIING, Cluck. Hello?"
He answered on first ring.
"Hey Stan" Kyle smiled.
"Hey dude, whats up?"
"Nothing.. Hey um, I know this is sort of last minneute and you
probably have to go pick up Wendy or something but um..
Could you get me on your way back?"
"Uh.. Kyle? Doesnt Cartman bring you to school."
Kyle rolled his eyes "Yeah but I dont know what the fuck's going on with him right now."
Stan sighed, "Ok. Be there in like three minneutes. No Wendy's not here, She's getting
a ride with Bebe. She has a new car or something so she wanted to pick her up."
"Oh. Um, Ok. Thanks dude."
"Yeah, No prob."
Kyle hung up.
He was so lucky to have a good friend like Stan..
But what the fuck was up with Cartman?!
The strange 3 way call last night kept replaying in his head.
And he hates to think about it.. But Kyle was pretty sure Cartman
was drinking.. I mean he had the slur in his tone. But he seemed more..Out of it.
Kyle brushed his fingers through his hair.
He hated fucking thinking about it.
"BEEP BEEP!" Kyle looked up and saw Stan's Blue Car parked infront of him.
Kyle smiled and headed for Stan's car.
Stan smiled back as Kyle got in and buckled his seatbelt.
Stan started to drive off.
"Thanks again dude" Kyle smiled.
"Yeah whatever" Stan grinned back.
Kyle's smile didnt last long though.. a few secounds
later he couldnt help but look out the window in a deep faze.
He couldnt stop thinking about Cartman, thoughts like,
'What is he doing now?' and 'What the fuck happened with that One chick?'
Stan noticed his deep thinking and coocked his head. "You Ok?"
Kyle jumped a little, being caught of gaurd. "Oh, um Yeah."
Stan stared at him unconvinced.
"No dude, whats wrong?" He pressed, takeing a turn.
"Stan, nothing."
Stan rolled his eyes "Come on Kyle, Dont be lame.
Something's wrong, whats up?"
Kyle was silent a moment then looked to Stan.
'Well.. Maybe, He'd have some good advice on this' He decided
"Uh.. Ok. Well. It's About Carman -"
Stan slamed his hands onto the steeringwheel
"Christ, Here we go again" He complained
Kyle frowened, "WHAT?!"
Stan's eyes went wide, he didnt mean to say that out loud.
"Oh uh nothing, Sorry dude"
"No! If you dont want to hear it, FINE!" Kyle crossed his arms looking angerily out the window.
Stan sighed, "Dude, I'm sorry I didnt mean it like that"
Kyle remained silent.
"Kyle.. He just puts you through so much shit you know?
Its just kinda bugs me sometimes."
Kyle's face soffened and looked to Stan.
He knew Stan meant well..
Kyle uncrossed his arms.
"It's alright" he said looking down.
Stan looked back to the road, "But Dude, I really want to know. what happened?"
Kyle looked to his fingers wondering if Stan was really interested or just wanted to make
him feel better.
He was going to tell him anyway.
He needed another opinion besides Kenny on this.
"Ok, So me and Cartman went to a club last night and-"
"YOU GUYS WENT TO A CLUB?!" Stan interupted with wide eyes.
"Yeah."
"Dude, You guys dont go to clubs!
Cartman fucking hates those things!"
"Yeah I know, But Your girlfriend and Bebe invited us"
"Oh.. OOh, You mean that new club, Uh.. The one the planiterium used to be?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, Yeah I know that one. Wendy asked me to go yesterday but I had football practice.
Where did you see them?"
"Burger king." Kyle shrugged.
Silence went by then Stan looked to Kyle uncomfortably.
"Um.. Kyle?"
"Yeah?"
"Uh.. was Wendy eating anything?"
Kyle looked to his friend sadly. He knew where he was getting at.
"Uh.. She said she already ate."
Stan looked down to his knees then back on the road.
Kyle put his hand on Stan, "Dude, dont worry, She's going to have
to eat sometime"
Stan sighed, "I know. I keep trying you know, But she keeps going on
about how fat she is. I try my best and tell her she's beautiful, but she wont
listen" Stan looked down sadly.
Kyle stared to him, "Maybe you should get her some help"
Stan looked to him, "What do you mean?"
"I dont know.. Tell the conculer about it, She doesnt have to know it was you.
Just some teachers will be watching her and stuff, and if she doesnt eat, just call her
parents, Dude they did the same thing so Samy Webner remember?"
Stan looked down again, "Dude, I dont want to rat her out.
Haveing people follow her around and shit, i'd feel bad."
"Yeah it sounds bad, but it will help her. She needs to eat Stan.
You'll be saving her." He said.
Stan sighed, "I'll think about it." he finnaly said.
It toke Kyle a moment then he realized.
'Maybe, I should take my own advice' He told himself.
Stan looked to Kyle "Sorry Dude, I stopped your story.
So then what happened?"
"Oh yeah, Ok So then I met this girl jessica and she asked to Dance
and I'm like Sure you know. Why not?
Then after we dance I look for Cartman and he's not there.
I found Kenny and asked if he seen him and he said he felt with some girl."
Stan's eyes went wide stareing to Kyle in disbelief, "Get the fuck out of here"
"No I'm serrious! So his fucking car was gone, and I had to get Kenny to drive me home -"
"Wait, Kenny doesnt have a car"
"I know, He borrowed his cousins."
"Oh."
"So anyway, I called him when I got home and he iggnored my call twice
so I asked Kenny to three way and he fucking picks up his call" Kyle rolls his eyes.
"Then he acted all weird.." He continued.
"Like spacing out.. Dude, I think he was drinking again, I could barley understand what he
was saying, and was really quiet... Dude, I could Hear Cartman's Stepdad in the backround screaming
at his mom and a loud banging noise, and his mom's scream."
Stan's mouth dropped open, then quickly looked to the road then back to Kyle.
"Then, Uh I forgot what happened next but um, Kenny was saying something then Cartman
said something weird then, something, I'm dizzy, then he hung up."
Stan's mouth still hung open with wide eyes.
"Dude!" He finnaly said.
"I know.."
"Oh my god.. Kyle.."
"Yeah."
"Wow."
Silence toke over the car and Stan finnaly pulled into the parking lot of the school.
That felt like the longest fucking ride to school ever.
They got out of the Car and Stan and Kyle walked together, Kyle looking down to the ground.
"Kyle.. That's bad." Stan said.
Kyle's eyes remained to the ground "I know."
Kyle got all his stuff gathered up from his locker, then slammed it.
He sighed and leaned his forhead onto his locker.
Was Cartman mad at him? Was he mad at Cartman? He couldnt figgure it out.
He walked around the corner glancing at his locker, noticing he wasent there.
He sighed again and turned to walk away, and Kenny stod there.
"Hey" he said.
"Hey"
"So um.." Kenny glanced Behind Kyle at Cartman's locker
"He not here?" He asked.
Kyle shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck looking down.
"Dude.. Rick and his mom were fighting worse then my parents."
Kyle looked up to him but said nothing.
"Dont worry dude" Kenny said, reading his mind.
Kyle looked back to the ground.
"He didnt say he was mad at you or anythin" Kenny said trying to cheer him up.
Kyle didnt look up from the ground, "Yeah but he didnt say he was not mad at me either"
Kenny store to him.
"Hey dudes" Stan showed Up.
Kenny smiled "Hey"
Kyle looked up to Stan, forcing a smile.
"Kyle, you have to help me study for that labrotory test.
I think I'm way behind and the test is on thursday"
Kyle shrugged "Ok."
Stan looked to his sad friend then at Kenny.
Kenny shrugged and looked down also.
Stan tightened his fists.
He fucking hated Cartman.
'Cartman is the fucking reason Kyle's feeling
bad, which makes Kenny feel bad and me feel bad.
He makes everyone fucking feel bad!'
Stan looked over behind them and to Cartman's locker.
Wasent there.
Stan looked back to Kyle
'Probably best the fatass isnt here anyway'
"You got all your stuff?" Stan asked trying to change the subject.
"yeah" Kyle said dully, still doozing to the floor
"Hey Stan" A voice behind him cheered and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Stan smiled, "Hey Wendy"
If anyone could brighten Stan's day it was Wendy.
Wendy looked to Kenny and Kyle who were looking down.
She turned worried, "What's wrong?" She asked.
Kenny looked up to her "Nothin" he responded.
Kyle didnt bother looking up.
Wendy looked to Stan for info,
'I'll tell you later' he mouthed.
Wendy nooded.
"So Kyle.." Wendy began,
"Did you like the club last night?" She smiled, trying to brighten the mood.
Little did she know, That just made it worse.
Kyle clenged. "It was great" he said still looking down.
Wendy looked sadly to him, Then to Stan.
Stan shrugged, Though he knew full well what was wrong.
"Well um.. Ok.." She said suddenly feeling akward.
"Uh.. I'm going to go see Bebe" She said and walked off.
Stan looked to Kyle and stod beside him,
"Kyle it's ok. Everything's probably Ok."
"Dude.." Kyle said quietly.
"You didnt hear Cartman on the phone last night.
It wasent Ok."
The Bell rang for everyone to get to class.
Kyle didnt look to Stan, just walked to Next piriod.
Stan watched Kyle walk away then look to Kenny.
"Eh. He'll get over it. He's always hung over about Cartman."
Stan shrugged "I guess your right"
"Come on" Kenny lead, Trying to lead him to his first class."
None.
Cartman hasent been to Any of the classes him and Kyle had together.
Kyle held his head in his hand and looked at the clock.
Almost lunch.
Good. He could never think straight when he was distracted about something.
he tapped his fingers.
Kyle decided Cartman didnt come to school today.
Obviously.
But what does that mean? what happened last night?
Kyle tapped his fingers again looking to the clock.
Three minneutes to lunch.
Mrs. Moore Kept going to about Prokareotic cells, Kyle wasent paying much attention.
Not like it mattered. He learned this stuff in sixth grade.. He was way ahead of the kids in
his class then he should be. He once got offered to go ahead a few grades but declined.
He didnt want to leave his friends.
Kyle tapped his pencil to the desk. He kept wondered if he should stop by at Cartman's
after school.. But he really didnt want to see Rick.
But Kyle really wanted to See Cartman..
He wondered if he should just call Cartman?
But what if he doesnt want to talk to him, like iggnores his call again?
Kyle wondered if he called again if he would get annoying.
Kyle slamed his head in his hands. He hated thinking to much,
He felt like a girl when it came to these problems.
Always parinoid, always brought up What if's. It drove himself crazy.
"BRRIIIIING!"
Everyone got up from their desks and headed for lunch.
Kyle got up from his and followed everyone else.
Thank god it was lunch time.
Maybe his friends could help him out.
Kyle glared, But he knew Stan wouldnt want to hear about it.
Oh well.
Kyle went to his locker grabbing his kosher lunch his mom packed him and shut
it heading for the cafeteria.
He entered and it was loud as usual.
everyone talking at once. Gave him a headache.
Kyle sat down at his table where Stan and Kenny were already settled in.
Stan smiled, "Hey dude"
Kyle gave a small smile back. "Hey"
Stan and Kenny talked while Kyle was gone about how
they should try and cheer him up.
"Hey dude, we were thinking, like after school we should go to the
Hockey game tonight. I think were facing denver."
Kyle opened the bag to his sandwhich.
"Nah, I have a lot of homework to catch up on anyways" he lied.
"Thanks though" he added.
Stan smiled sypatheticly.
"Hey guys" Wendy smiled behind them and sat next to Stan.
"hey" Stan smiled.
Bebe was behind her and sat next to Kyle.
"hey" She smiled to him.
Kyle frowned rolling his eyes, "Hi." He said stiffly,
Bebe didnt notice.
Stan looked to Wendy. Who had no food.
"Wendy.." Stan said in a warning tone.
She looked to him.
"Where's your food?" he asked.
Wendy looked down to the table avoiding eye contact.
"I um, Ate at home."
Stan frowned, "You always say that"
Wendy frowned back, "WHat?! I do"
Stan sighed and put his hand to his head.
"Wendy.." He said slowly.
"We need to talk." He said.
Wendy's face turned red, like she was about to cry.
"Your.. Your breaking up with me?" She asked unbelieveably.
Stan's eyes went wide, "No! No, no, no, no, no! No, It's not that!" He said
quickly with a nervous laugh.
Wendy let out a sigh of relief and smiled, "Stan! dont scare me like that!"
"WHy did you think that?!"
"Stan, Everyone knows what 'we need to talk' means" she said moving her fingers
down for perenthisis.
"Hah, no uh, thats not what I meant."
Wendy smiled, "Kay good" She looked to the table then back at him and smiled.
"Well, what do you want to talk about?"
Stan looked to Everyone at their table "Uhh.."
He looked back to Wendy.
"Actually, In privet."
Wendy's eyes went wide, and she looked to Bebe.
Bebe gave a supprised look to her to, then waved as if to say, 'see what he wants'
"Uh.." Wendy said nervously.
"Ok." She said.
Stan got up and toke Wendy's hand leading her away from the cafetira.
Kyle, Bebe and Kenny watched them walk away.
"I wonder what their going to talk about" Bebe said.
Noone answered.
Then Bebe turned to Kyle
"So.." She grinned.
Kyle put his hand to his head.
'Not this again'
"Where's your boyfriend?" She asked grinning.
"Uh.. Not here" he said flat.
"Oh, and why is that?" She smiled.
Kyle rubbed his forehead.
"Sick" He excused.
"Oh."
Bebe was still grinning and kept looking Kyle up and down.
It always bothered him when she looked at him like that.
Except around Cartman, He loves seeing him getting all jelous
and he talks all offensive to her to make her back off he loves that.
Kyle's chest felt tugged at the thought of Cartman.
He missed him.. He hasent been here one day and he already missed him.
How messed up was that, he wondered.
Kyle wondered what Cartman was doing..
"So, Did you like the club?" Bebe smiled.
Kyle polietly smiled back, secretly wishing behind the smile
she'd leave him alone. "Yeah, It was alright" he said.
"You know, me and you should go some time" she grinned.
Kyle quietly pulled a piece of curl on his hair.
When will she fucking get the meaning of the word "Gay" ?
"Uh, Yea. Maybe" he lied.
Bebe grinned.
Stan lead Wendy into the halls, it was empty.
Either people were still eating or in class.
Stan let go of Wendy's hand.
She looked to him worringly.
"What's wrong Stan?" she asked him.
Stan sighed and looked down to the floor wondering how he should
put this.
"Wendy I.. I'm worried about you" Stan said takeing her hand.
Wendy toke a step back with her eyes opened wide.. she knew what he meant.
She knew where this was going. "What do you mean?" She asked, pretending not to
have a clue.
"Wendy, You know what I mean.
You havent eaten anything in the past few weeks and
your going to end up in the hospital if you keep going like this"
Wendy frowned, "I have been eating!"
Stan frowned back, "Wendy dont lie to me! I know you havent! YOUR MOM CALLED ME!"
Wendy's eyes went wide.. "What?" She asked in a tiny voice.
Stan sighed.
"Your mom got my number from your phone and said she was worried and asked me
if youve been eating at school, beacuse at home you always say you have a big lunch."
Wendy let go of Stan's hand "What did you tell her."
Stan stared, "I told her the truth Wendy"
"STAN!" Wendy threw her arms in the air
"How could you?!" She yelled stepping farther away from him.
Stan quickly got up to her and toke her shoulders,
"Wendy you have to stop! I love you! You cant do this to yourself!"
Stan started developing tears.. Wendy's face soffened sadly looking
to her boyfriend.
"Stan.." She said softly, but didnt know what to say.
"Wendy.." Stan said holding her close with glassy eyes,
"You are beautiful. Why cant you see that?" He asked quietly.
Wendy starred at him in disbelief and her heart burned.
"I.." She began but no words came out.
"You look amazing" he whispered.
Wendy stared at him, and looked away.
"I just.." She looked back to him.
"I'm sorry" She said.
Stan held onto her closer "Wendy please.. Stop doing this. please"
Wendy stared at him in his sad eyes.
"I.. um.." she began.
She looked deep into his eyes,
"Ok" she said quietly
Stan smiled and hugged her.
Wendy slowly hugged back holding him close.
Kyle swung his bag onto his back walking away from school.
Stan offered to drive him home but he said no, saying he needed the excersize.
But really, He wanted to make a quick stop.
He thought about this enough.
'If I really love him, I wont let this happen anymore.
I have to do something' he thought to himself
He walked closer and closer to the place.
He still hadent figgured out weather he should stop at Cartman's
house. He had a strong urge to, but his gut feeling of fear held him back.
If Rick and his mom sounded that bad on the phone, imagine what they sounded
like in real life.
Kyle looked up he was almost there.
'I have to do this.' he said, convincing himself
not to turn back.
'This is the right thing to do.'
Kyle got to the door.
He swung it open.
Door to the police station.
He walked in, and it smelled like air conditioning and cleaning spray.
Cop's left and right walked around.
'I have to do this' he told himself again, feeling nervous.
He got to the front and saw a Lady in a red vest with brown hair pulled up into
a bun typing on the computer.
"Uh.. Excuse me?" Kyle asked.
The women looked up and smiled.
"Oh, hello. How can I help you?"
"I uh.."
Kyle sighed. 'No turning back now.'
'I want to report a man abbusing his son and wife..'
The women looked to Kyle with wide eyes and typed something in on her computer.
she dialed in some numbers and held it up to her ear,
"You can have a seat over there" she instructed him, to the chairs.
Kyle nooded and sat down.
The women talked on the phone and Kyle looked out the window.
'It's the right thing to do' he told himself
'Then this will all stop'
The women hung up the phone,
"Young man?" she called to him.
Kyle looked.
"Officer Carver will be with you in one moment" she said.
"Ok" Kyle answered.
He looked to his shoes, feeling nervous as hell.
If he's doing the right thing, Why does it feel so wrong?
"Hey" someone said infront of him,
Kyle looked up and saw an officer, "You want on an abbusing suspect?"
"Yeah."
"Hm. Come into my office" He said, walking away.
Kyle followed.
Kyle past other police officers offices, Back there there were phones
ringing and papers everywhere.
Then they opened his door, with a black nametag written on it
"Officer Brent Carver"
Kyle followed him inside.
"Have a seat" Officer said gesturing to the chair accross from his desk.
Kyle sat down.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Oh uh, Nick"
"well, Ok Nick. So um, Tell me what you know."
"Ok" Kyle put his hands together.
"I know a kid from South park Highschool who's mom recently married
this guy. the kid's name is Eric Cartman and he's told me that his new dad
beats him almost every night, and now beats his mom. Ive seen the bruises"
"Wai, wai, wait a minneute. Eric Cartman? Isnt that Lianne Cartman's son?"
"yeah."
"She got married?!"
"Yeah."
Officer Carver sat back in his seat with a sly grin.
"Well I'll be damned. Who woulda thought."
"So um.. Yeah.
This guy is really dangerous, I just uh,
Wanted to bring that to your attention."
Officer Carver sat up from his chair,
"Well thanks Nick. We'll check it out tonight,
if this guy is like what he says he is, He'll be locked up
by tonight."
Kyle smiled "Thanks"
"No problem."
Kyle headed for the door, then turned around,
"Wait, dont you want their address or something?"
"Oh no its Ok. I know where she lives."
Kyle stared at him.
Kyle shrugged and went out the door.
He probably had sex with her too along with almost every other
guy in town.
He walked out of the police station
"I did it" Kyle smiled.
'Now It can finnaly be over'Cartman clutched onto his head.
Fucking Migrane.
He felt like his room was spinning.
Thank god the arugeing stoped.
Thank god the fucking argueing stopped.
But Cartman didnt get too excited.
This always happened, They fought,
Then later would start up again.
Most likely at night.
Cartman sighed. He fucking hated this life.
So badly. He just wanted to crawl into his own grave
and barry himself alive.
This Need grew stronger every fucking day.
He wrapped himself into his blankets.
He's been in bed all day.
No use of getting up.
drinking all day.
Deppressed all day.
All the lights were blocked out.
He had to wait another whole year to be fucking 18.
He groaned. This was the moment, he has truely acctually wanted to die.
He serriously really wanted too.
It sounded happy to him.
Just to not feel anymore. Not feel the need, not feel the pain,
Not feel.. anything. just die.
It imagined it and it was wonderful.
But no, God forced him to live with this molesting abbusing asshole.
He threw his arms over his head.
He fucking hated god.
He hated him.
He hated him with every gut feeling he had.
He didnt care if he would go to hell for thinking this.
He just didnt care.
He was already living in hell already.
Cartman heard a loud knocking on the door and a mumbled voice.
Another loud knock which panged to Cartman's head.
He slowly got up from the bed opening the door, peeking down the stairs.
"POLICE!" The voice called, Then he watched Rick come and open the door.
He smiled, "Oh um, hello officers, WHat can I do ya for?"
The officer didnt smile back, just looked onto a pad of paper.
"We got a complaint from an annonomous boy from South park Highschool
that there's some physical abuse around here"
Rick's eyes went wide with supprise "What?!" he asked with his mouth open
pretending to be shocked. "Why thats.. Thats just not true!"
"Sir, Mind if we look around a little bit?"
The officer asked, "Not at all, come in, come in.
This has gotta be a misunderstanding"
The officer in the black uniform walked into the house.
"Can we talk to your wife and kid?"
"There's no abuse around here officer"
"Can we Talk to your wife and kid ?"
"Oh um. Not at all. sure thing"
Rick started up the stairs, heading for Their room and Cartman sped off into his own.
Rick opened the door to His and Lianne's room.
"Sweetie?" Rick asked in a sweet voice he never used sense the first hit to the head.
Lianne looked over and saw the police officer.
The poliece officer's eyes went wide when he saw the black eye and brown bruise on her
arm. Lianne stod up, "Oh, hello officer"
"What's going on?" She asked Rick.
"Apparently some jokester decided to make a false report that theres physical abbuse going
on here."
"Oh" Lianne looked from The officer to Rick.
"Lianne Cartman, mind if I ask you a few questions alone?"
"Oh, certainly." Lianne answered.
Rick smiled to the officer and headed out the room. before he closed the door
he gave Lianne a warning look behind the officers back and shut the door.
"Em. Ok Mrs. Cartman, I understand that some kid reported this.
Is this true?"
Lianne stod quiet.
This was her chance.
This was her chance to say everything.
She starred at the officer.
"Ma'am?" He asked when she didnt respond
"Um.." She began.
She thought hard, she knew she should tell,
she knew she should tell, she knew she should tell.
But.. She remembered, She loved Rick.
She couldnt get herself to do it.
"No. No their not true she finnaly said.
'He said sorry' she reminded herself.
'it wont happen again. it was a mistake'
The officer wrote something down,
"Well, Can you mind telling me where you got that
black eye?"
Lianne laughed nervously "Oh, this old thing?" she pointed to it.
The officer nodded.
"I um.. volley ball. I play volley ball in the work out place I go to.
Hit me right in the eye. Silly me."
The officer made no expression and looked to the arm.
"That bruise from volley ball too?"
"Oh this? Yes."
The officer nooded and wrote something else down on the pad.
then lowered it down.
"Ma'am, if you dont mind me saying,
If there is something going on you can tell us.
We'll protect you and get you as far as this man as possible.
You'll be safe."
Lianne looked to him.
She didnt want to be away from Rick.
Yeah he hit her a few times but it was an accident.
And he said sorry and it wouldnt happen again.
He really loved him.. he loved her.. for once a guy love her for HER.
She.. just couldnt do.
Lianne make a nervous laugh as if it was a joke.
"No, No, No. My husbend wouldnt do that.
He's not like that, This is all just a simple mistake."
The officer nooded and held out his hand "Thank you for your time Mrs.
Cartman" She smiled and nooded.
The officer left and she sighed, falling back onto her bed.
Cartman held his head to the wall to hear what The officer was saying to his mom.
What the fuck happened?! How did he find out whats going on!?
The nahbors were too fucking far appart to hear them screaming!
Then all the sudden Cartman heard his door open, and the officer looked at Cartman
with his face against the wall.
"Oh.. uh.. hahah. Hi" he said.
"Hi" The officer said stiffly.
"Son, can I ask you a few questions"
"Um.. sure" Cartman answered, knowing he really didnt have a choice,
He sat on his bed.
"Your name is.." The officer looked down to his pad of paper,
"Eric?"
"Yeah."
"Ok. Eric, Does Rick ever.. Hurt you?"
"Hurt me?" Cartman's heart pounded
What the fuck was he suppose to say?!
He wanted to yell! YES! YES! HE FUCKING DOES! ALL THE TIME!
SEND HIM AWAY! GOD, JUST FUCKING SAVE US!
But Cartman heard the door creek a little bit open.
The officer didnt notice, his eyes remained on Cartman.
"Uh.." Cartman began.
He glanced to the door and saw part of Rick's face.
He froze with fear.
"Eric, Can you answer the question please?" The officer said getting impatient.
"Yeah, yeah sure." Cartman looked one last time to Rick's face through the crack of the door
and looked to the officer. He sighed.
"No. He doesnt" He answered.
"You sure? beacuse if he does we can protect you"
Cartman looked down
'No you cant..
you'll just make it worse'
"No. No dude he doesnt"
The officer looked to him and sighed.
"Well alright then" He put his pen in his pocket.
"Guess we got a false report."
The officer stepped out of Cartman's room and Rick was already accross the hall.
"Sorry for that sir, wont happen again." The officer smiled.
"No bigee. Your just doin your job" he smiled back.
"Have a good day sir" The officer said stepping out.
"You too officer." Rick watched as the policeman got into his car and drove away
"You too" Rick muttered under his breath.
The police car was out of sight and Rick marched angerily to Cartman's room.
He slamed open the door and Cartman jumped,
"What?! What'd I do?!" He screamed aloud, seeing that look in Rick's eye.
Rick began to take off his belt "Looks like some annonomoous person from south park
high told em. I told you what would happen"
"Oh god.. Oh, my god, I'm sorry!" Cartman backed up and Rick got closer and closer.
"I'm sorry! Please! Fuck! dont!"
WACK!
(Next day..)
Kyle got a ride from Stan again today.
He chickened out on going to Cartman's.
He was going to then decided not too.
Decided, Why does he always have to go to him?!
Why doesnt Cartman crawl to him for once?!
Wendy was in the car in the front next to Stan as they sat accross from eachother laughing.
Kyle again didnt feel that good. Not like Stan or Wendy noticed, Too wraped up in
their conversation.
**
Kyle closed his locker grabbing his stuff he set onto the ground and headed for first
piriod. Their scheduals changed.
Not he had first hour with Cartman. It was their secound trimester.
Kyle quickly looked to Cartaman's locker and he wasent there.
Kyle sighed. Where the fuck was he lately?!
Kyle glared at headed for the first class and sat at his new desk.
First day of thid new trimester.
Everyone around Kyle were talking to their friends.
Kyle put his hands to his head.
'Guess Cartman's skipping school again'
Kyle wondered if anything happened last night.
I mean he told the police right.
Mrs. Walsh walked in, "Hello New class!" She smiled.
"Hey" some kids responded back.
"New trimester" she said cheerfully.
"Anyways, for those of you who dont know me, I'm Mrs. Welsh,
and welcome to english" she smiled and started writing something on the bord.
"Now today were going to be learning about adjectives that have a proper -"
Kyle stopped listening when he caught sight of CARTMAN!
Walking in with a Cast around his arm..
A red cast. with a bandange around his neck to hold the cast up.
Kyle gasped, with his eyes wide and his mouth open.
He felt like his heart dropped.
Everyone looked to Cartman, "What happened?!" Some asked.
"I um. I crashed from my bike" he said.
Cartman quickly looked to Kyle who's mouth hung open in disbelief.
Cartman knew it was him.
He shoke his head and sat down.
"Oh, I'm so sorry" Mrs. Welsh said, "Your name is.."
"Eric Cartman"
"Oh Ok." She smiled, "I'm sorry you got hurt"
Cartman looked back at Kyle who's mouth still hung open.
Then looked back to Mrs. Welsh. "Yeah." he said.
'Oh my god..' Kyle stared at him,
'Oh my fucking god.. this is all my fault'
Woahh dude. toke me forever
to write that one.
Anyways, longer then I intended it to be.
Damn my long ass details i dont mean to add but just do.
lol.
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