Kyle Broflovski sat at his desk in his room doing his english homework.
He wrote down the correct answers onto his paper glancing to his book again.
He sighed, this was going to take another hour.
Sense Kyle was at a much higher level his teachers gave him A-Tech homework also.
(the same homework as everyone else but a bit harder)
He sighed.
It was amazing how different Him and Cartman were and their still together.
Kyle is getting a scholarship from the school and Cartman's barley getting by for passing the grade.
Kyle put his pencil to his mouth and laughed.
Remembering all the times Cartman's begged him to do his homework.
He insisted he wouldnt kiss him if he didnt.
Kyle agreed he'd help him but not do it for him.. actually it turned out they didnt do
much "Studdying" at all sense Cartman kept makeing moves to lead him to the bed.
Kyle sighed again, and tapped his pencil onto his paper.
Few more answers and I'll be done' he reminded himself.
Suddenly he felt his pocket vibrate.
He toke out his phone flipping it open.
'One new message
From: 5073823820'
Kyle raised his eyebrow pressing open.
'Hey dude.'
Kyle starred at the text message confused then pressed replie.
'Who are you?' He texted and pressed send.
A few secounds later, 'New message'
Kyle pressed open.
'Kenny, I'm using my cuzin's fone'
Kyle pressed replie,
'Oh, cool. What's up?'
Send.
'New message.'
'Not muchh. How'z Cartman?'
Kyle frowned.
"Thanks for reminding me" he mumbled.
replie,
'He went home. Stan's an asshole.
Dude, he told his parents what happened at the dance.'
Kyle pressed send and tapped his finger on his desk waiting
for a responce.
Finnaly, 'New message' it vibrated.
pressed open,
'WTF?!?! FUKIN SERRIOUS?! WHY WOULD HE DO THAT?!'
Kyle righed, and texted,
'idk.'
Send.
Kyle put his phone down on his desk and refocoused on his homework.
a minneute later it vibrated again.
Kyle picked it up,
'New message'
open.
'Dude, Rix Guna fukin kill him.
from: Kenny'
Kyle sighed,
'I know'
He pressed send.
Kyle waited for a responce for about a minnneute then gave up facing back
to his homework.
Cartman sat with his hung down sitting against his wall in the corner of his dark room.
He had a bottle in his hand. He held it close as the cap was open.
Noone could take this away from him.
Noone.
Cartman swung more alcohol into his mouth.
he's been drinking all night.
There were empty bottles under his bed, and he was pretty sure this was
his 7th or 8th bottle.
Cartman stared at it, twisting the bottle with his hands.
Everything was so fucking dizzy. He felt numb.
He felt like the world was tipping over and kept feeling like he was going
to slid onto the other side of the room.. but he loved it.
The feeling was gone.
The feeling of emptyness, Saddness, fucking vengefullness was gone beacuse he
drunk till he couldnt fucking feel anymore, and thats what he intended.
He'd do anything to get rid of the feeling of living this fucking nightmare that was now his life.
He toke another swing feeling the alcohol slid down into the pits of his stomach.
Cartman could smell the sent of throw up.
He was pretty sure he did.. He didnt remember doing it, but the smell
reeked in his room. That and fucking whisky and vodka bottles.
Cartman sighed banging his head to the wall.
"Fuck me" he whispered takeing another drink.
This was his life now. He knew it, but he honestly didnt care.
'I didnt mean to do it..
I didnt mean to tell'
Stan thought sitting in his room stareing at the ceiling.
'Why the fuck did I do that?! Yeah Cartman's an asshole but..
Noone fucking deserves to get beat like he does.. and this time it
will be beacuse of me'
Stan sat up.
He's been feeling guilty all day.
Nomatter how fucked up and mean Cartman could be..
He still had some sympathy for him.
Stan fucking hated how he grew up so good natured sometimes.
Stan put his fingers to the bridge between his eyes, just remembering the bruises
He saw on Cartman last time just made it a fuck of a lot worse.
Kyle's words kept repeating in his head,
"I hope when you see bruises on him tomorow, you'll
know that it's all your fucking fault, all your fucking fault, all your fucking fault.."
Stan shoke the words from his head.
Yeah, Him and Kyle were cool now, Thank god for that.
But it didnt take back what he said,
The thing that made him feel the most guilty is knowing Kyle
was absolutly right.
It was going to be all his fucking fault.
"BRIIING!"
Stan jumped at the sound of his cellphone
"BRRIIIIING!"
Stan pressed talk,
"hello?"
"hey Stan" Wendy's cheerful voice filled the line.
Stan smiled, "hey" He rubbed his head, "What's up"
"Nothing.. I was wondering if you wanted to go to
Frosty Jack's with me and Bebe"
"Sure" Stan grinned, getting off his bed.
"Oh, and You can bring Kyle too if you want." she added.
Stan raised his eyebrow, "Kyle? Why?"
"I dont know. Bebe asked."
Stan thought a moment and shrugged,
"Sure, I'll ask him."
"Ok, meet us in five minneutes, Ok?"
"Ok."
"Love you!"
"Love you too"
Wendy clicked off and so did Stan.
Stan dialed in Kyle's number.
Kyle wrote down the answer to his question
'A few more' he told himself.
He felt his phone vibrate.
Kyle rolled his eyes takeing it out.
'Probably another message from kenny'
He opened his phone.
'Stan calling' it said.
Kyle let it vibrate again stareing at the phone.
Then he pressed answer,
"Hello?"
"Hey, You wanna come to Frosty Jacks, with Me and Wendy tonight?"
Kyle tapped his pencil, "I cant dude, I got a lot of homework to do" he lied.
"Ughh, come on Kyle do it later. please come out tonight"
"I cant, I told you, I have to finish this."
"Kyle, you get done with homework quicker then anyone else I know."
Kyle tapped his pencil again. "I cant."
Stan sighed, "I know you can, You straight A's on your school work, drop it tonight.
Plus.. I think you need it"
Kyle paused, "What do you mean?"
"I mean.. Do you want to come out tonight with me, or sit at home, saying
Your doing homework thinking about you know who all night?"
Kyle put his hand to his face.
"Kyle I know you.. When your alone and things happen you get all worked up.
Come on, Just come eat with us."
Kyle said nothing a few moments then sighed.
"Fine."
"Great, we'll pick you up in a few"
"Kay."
"Bye"
they both hung up.
Kyle strocked his fingers through his curly red hair.
Stan was right.. he did need to get his mind off Cartman.
Stan drove on his way to frosty Jacks with Wendy in the front,
and Kyle next to Bebe in the back.
Kyle's been looking sideways akwardly almost the whole ride.
He fucking resented Stan for not telling him Bebe was comming.
Wendy turned around in her seat,
"So Kyle, Stan tell's me your going to a tornament Next saturday"
"Yeah."
"That's cool, what do you do there?"
Kyle shrugged, "You have to compete with different schools, the judges ask
you questions about subjects and whichever team gets the most answers counting by
the buzzer wins"
"Oh cool" She smiled,
"How'd you get on?"
"The princable picked me.. They pick four kids from each school
to compete."
"That's awesome! Have you gone before"
"Yeah, Last year and the year before"
"You win a cash prize.. 300 dollars I think is the highest."
"Cool! Have you ever won?!"
"not the year before, but we did last year"
"Congrats!" She smiled, Kyle smiled back for the compliment.
She turned to Stan, "I'm comming" she told him, Stan nodded.
"That's exciting, I didnt think you did any activity"
Kyle shrugged.
Stan pulled into the parkinglot, and stopped the car, Bebe opened her side
of the door, Kyle opening his. Wendy was about too, but Stan held her hand to
stop her, "Uh, You guys go ahead, I have to talk to Wendy a sec"
Bebe shrugged and shut the door.
Kyle looked at them curriously for a few secounds then shut the door following
Bebe into the restrount.
"What is it?" Wendy asked.
Kyle sighed, "Wendy.. Please dont say anything about Cartman tonight..
infront of Kyle I mean."
Wendy put her hand to her mouth, "Why?! What happened?!"
"nothing, Nothing he just.. He's just worried about him.
You know, going home and everything, and I think his Stepdad's
pissed at him about something so.."
Wendy nodded her head sadly looking down.
".. And.. You know how Kyle is" he said.
"Dont worry" Wendy gave a small smile touching his hand.
Wendy looked down again, her hand remaining to Stan's.
"I'm worried about him too.. What is he mad at him about?"
"I.. I'm not sure" Stan lied and quickly got out of the car,
not wanting to say anything more about it.
Wendy sighed and toke off her seat belt, got out of the car and started
following Stan into the restrount.
She got just Ache looking at it.
Wendy didnt even want to go here.. but Bebe insisted, and she's been acting really suspicious
about her, and watching her eat.
So Wendy decided to Call Stan.. That way, Maybe they wont even notice she's
not eating much.. Maybe?
Wendy sat at the table Kyle, Bebe and stan already sat at.
She sat Next to Stan, accross from Them Kyle and Bebe.
Stan then got up, "I'll get the food" he turned to Wendy
"What do you want?"
"Uhm.." She glanced at Bebe who had her full attention on her.
"A cheesburger?" Wendy said.
Stan smiled, "Kay. You guys?" He looked to Bebe and Kyle.
"We already ordered" Kyle said.
"Ok"
Stan walked to the front takeing out his wallet.
Bebe looked to Kyle, "You look.. nice today" she smiled.
"Thanks" he said plainly.
"So... Where's your boyfriend?" She asked.
Wendy's eyes went wide,
'BEBE!' She wanted to yell angerly.
Kyle looked down, not talking, twisting his finger on the table.
"He went home.." he said quietly.
"Oh." Bebe said, wondering why Kyle felt so sad about it.
She was the only one out of them who didnt know about Cartman's
"at home" problems.
"What happened at the dance? He went balistic!"
"Um Bebe, Did Kelly tell you when derek's birthday was?!" Wendy asked quickly
hopeing to change the subject, Bebe held up a finger to her still looking at Kyle for an answer.
"Uh.. He.. He was just having.. some problems that night."
"Hah, your telling me" Bebe laughed,
"He looked like he was drunk or something!" She said mokeingly.
Kyle immediatly got up from the table, "Be right back" he said
quickly walking to the boys bathroom.
Wendy watched him walk away and when he got far enough she looked to
Bebe angerly, "BEBE!" she yelled.
"Uh.. What?" She asked confused.
"Dont talk about him!"
"About who!?"
"About Cartman!"
"Oh.. um.. Why?"
"Uh.." Wendy looked around uncomfortably,
"Nevermind" she said.
"No tell me!"
"Its nothing"
"No tell me! Now you have too!" she looked at her serriously.
Wendy stared at her, she knew one thing.. She loved her best friend
but Bebe.. It sucked when you couldnt even trust her with secrets without
the whole school finding out the next day.
"Uh.. They've just been fighting a lot lately and.. So just dont
upset him."
"Oh"
Wendy felt relief go through her.
'Good excuse' she praised herself.
"Back" Stan smiled with a tray of food.
He sat down next to Wendy, picking up his burger unwrapping it.
Bebe toke her salad and Wendy looked uncomfortably to the food.
"Where's Kyle?"
"He went to the bathroom" Bebe said, sticking her fork into her salad.
Stan looked at Wendy who had her eyes locked to the food but not touching it.
"You gunna eat it?" he asked.
"Oh, Oh what?" Wendy asked caught off gaurd, interupting her thoughts.
"Your burger.. You gunna stare at it all night or eat it?" he said jokeingly.
Bebe put down her fork looking to Wendy watching her closely.
Something's been up with Wendy lately she noticed.
Everytime something come's to food she's just been so weird about it.
Bebe saw Wendy look to her with worry in her eye then back to Stan.
"Yeah.." she said unsure
"Corse I'm going to eat it" she said.
Wendy slowly picked up the burger, Stan and Bebe both stared at her.
'Oh god..' Wendy thought
Then a miricle saved her, Kyle came back and sat down at the table.
He didnt look to good.
"Dude, You ok?"
"Yeah.." Kyle said slowly, head hanging down stareing at the table.
"Just fine Stan.." he said, though his voice made no effort to sound fine.
'What happened when I was gone?' Stan wondered looking to Wendy and Bebe.
Kyle looked up only stareing at his food and put his head to his hand.
A few secounds later, "Actually you know what? I'm not hungry, Thanks anyway guys"
He said getting up from the table and walking to the door,
"Kyle?!" Stan called, Kyle iggnored him and swung open the doors walking left to his house.
Stan looked to Wendy and Bebe "What the fuck happened?"
Wendy stared at him.
"Nothing" Bebe spoke up.
"He was like that sense he got here" Bebe shrugged.
Stan looked to the doors and sighed.
(Next day)
Kyle walked to school that day.
He didnt want to put up with anyone right now.
Last night was the worst.
He litteraly called Cartman 7 times, no answer or call backs.
he left about three messages.
Kyle kicked a rock, He couldnt get it out of his mind.
He wanted to fucking kill Rick.
How could anyone hurt him?
There was no doubt in his mind Rick did last night.
Kyle closed his eyes, he missed Cartman.
The old Cartman.. the good old days.
The day's Kyle would sneak out of his window in the middle of the night,
Cartman picking him up and would drive for hours.. basically nowhere.
The days Cartman would wrap his arms around him whispering
things in his ear and wouldnt let go of him, even when he begged him too
when the bell rang beacuse he had to get to class Cartman laughed and still wouldnt
let go.
Kyle felt his heart squeeze at the memories.
He thought those days would last forever.
Just thinking about it.. He could almost feel Cartman's arms around him again,
Kyle closed his eyes, pictureing it, and the smell of cartman's deoderant, and
looking up to him with his dark pierceing brown eyes and brown hair..
He opened his eyes realizing Cartman really wasent there.
Cartman's arms really werent around him, and he wasent looking into his eyes.
He was just outside, In the cold, alone. In the middle of the sidewalk on the way to school.
Kyle sighed and started walking again.
He knew he had to face reality now.
Cartman barly touched him anymore, and When he touched Cartman,
Cartman would flinch or jump.
They used to kiss nonstop, Now Kyle has to ask for one.
It was so different.
Kyle looked up seeing his school up ahead, he looked back down to the snow,
still walking.
They used to talk.. about everything.
cartman doesnt even talk to him much anymore.
Cartman used to Call him demanding where he was,
Now Cartman wont even call a week straight.
Kyle shut his eyes sighing. He hated this.
The sun arose in Cartman's room.
He slowly opened his eyes feeling a head ache, drowsy and dizy.
He was laying on the ground in his room in a corner.
He sat up and saw puke beside him and spilt alcohol in a few places.
Cartman glared and put his hands to his head.
No fucking way he was going to school today.
Cartman picked up the bottle beside him, then realized it was empty.
He rolled his eyes and got up looking under his bed.
Nothing.
Cartman walked out of his room heading downstairs.
he got down seeing Rick asleep on the couch
"God damn it" he whispered to himself.
He forgot his mom now has work in the mornings.
If he skipped today, he'd have to be with Rick.
Cartman rolled his eyes, He didnt care.
If he beat him, he'd beat him right? It wouldnt last forever.
Cartman opened the fridge grabbing a new whisky bottle and shut it.
Cartman tiptoed out of the kitchen into the livingroom heading for the stairs, then
something caught his eye, an open brown bag with a needle sticking out of it.
He glanced to rick who also had a bottle in his hand, snoreing and drooling on the couch.
Curriously Cartman tiptoed past him and went to the bag.
He opened it and saw the needle, then also inside the open bag was a bag
of green shit. Cartman frowned, "Heroine" he whispered.
He glanced to rick.
Cartman knew this shit, and it wasent weed for sure.
Kenny's parents friends used to do this shit with them
sleeping over when they were younger.
They asked Kenny what it was and he told them.
Cartman looked at the needle then back to Rick.
"Son of a bitch" he mumbled.
He supprised himself by acctually concidering trying it,
Then forced himself to put it down,
'No fucking way' he said.
'I already take too much fucking whisky'
Cartman threw it down back into the bag and walked past Rick for the stairs,
He toke one more glance at the bag then shoke his head going up the stairs,
He wanted to get away before he possibly conciders it again.
Kyle tapped his pencil impatiently on his desk.
'Where is he? WHERE THE FUCK IS HE!?' He wanted to scream.
A paper passed onto his desk, he looked up seeing Mrs. Anderson smiling down at him.
"Good job Kyle, A plus as always"
Kyle forced a smile back and Mrs. Anderson continued passing out graded papers.
Kyle's tapping went faster, 'Where is he?' He asked himself for about the thousanth time.
Kyle looked to the door, desperatly wanting his boyfriend to show up,
'Be late if you have too, just be here!' he kept tapping.
Cartman was suppose to be in this class with him..
It drove him crazy!
You cant go home to your abusive "parent" then when the kid
doesnt show up for school the next day, not wonder.
Kyle twisted in Stan's direction, 'Where's Cartman?' He mouthed.
Stan looked to Cartman's empty desk then back at Kyle,
'I dont know' mouthed back shrugging.
Kyle put his hands through his hair.
'Please dont make me go through a whole fucking day wondering.
PLEASE'
Kyle turned to Kenny hopeing to ask him, but he was flirting with Lisa turner.
Kyle frowned then opened his notebook, he wrote down a note.
'Where's Cartman?'
he wrote.
Kyle folded up, "Psst!" he whispered in Kenny's direction.
"Kenny!" he whispered, "Kenny!"
Kenny kept talking to Lisa, oblivious Kyle was trying to get his attention.
Kyle felt more angry and threw it to Kenny's head.
Kenny looked confused, then looked down and saw the note he looked to Kyle and nodded.
He opened it up reading, then wrote something back, and tossed it.
Kyle opened it.
'I dunno. Fuk, he'z not here?'
Kyle rolled his eyes, it was a little pet peve he had when Kenny wrote like that.
Just spell the words correctly.
Espeshily Cartman's writting, No CARTMAN'S writting's the worst!
But he didnt want to sound nerdy bringing it up.
A part of him thinks Cartman just spells most his words wrong and in slang
just to piss him off.. Well it works.
'No'
Kyle folded it and passed it.
Kenny read it then wrote something down, passing it back
then turning to Lisa turner again flashing her a smile.
Kyle opened the note.
'Dud.. thatz not good.'
Kyle turned the paper over and wrote,
'I know. Kenny, I'm freaking out,
What if Rick hit him bad again?
What if he's at the hospital?!'
Kyle folded the note and passed it.
Kenny caught it then read with his eyebrow raised,
then toke out his pencil writting below it.
He passed it.
Kyle opened and read,
'Calm down, Dont worry so much.
he's prob fine'
Kyle frowned and wrote back
'You cant be sure of that'
Kyle passed it back, Kenny read it and was writting
something back.
"Ok Kids, good morning, i'm going to be takeing attendance"
Mrs. Anderson announced.
"Ok lets see.."
She looked down at her list.
"Stan Marsh?"
"Here"
"Ali Letmore?"
"Here"
"Stacy Malace?"
"Here"
"Kenny McCormick?"
"Here"
"Eric Cartman?"
Silence.
"Eric Cartman?" she asked again.
"Not here" Craig answered.
Mrs. Anderson looked at the list confused,
"he should be.. he didnt get a call sick."
Clyde smiled, "He probably got wasted again like he
did at the dance"
A few snickers went accross the room,
Mrs. Anderson frowned "Clyde thats-"
"You shut up! You shut the fuck up!"
Clyde looked and saw Kyle stareing at him in haste.
Mrs. Anderson's eyes went wide in disbelief.
"Kyle Broflovski! Language!"
Kyle looked down, he didnt mean to say it like that.
It just sort of came out.
"I am appauled, use That kind of Tone again in this class
and you get detention"
Kyle frowned tapping his finger on the desk refusing to look up.
The whole classroom went silent.
"ANYWAYS.. Moving on.." Mrs. Anderson went on, writting something on the bord.
"Bitch" Kyle mumbled under his breath.
Kyle kicked the snow on the ground stomping home.
Cartman didnt show up to school at all today.
The whole day he's been worrying his brains out wondering what happened.
Kyle toke out his cellphone again dialing Cartman's number.
"RIIING
RIIIING
The caller your trying to reach is not
available at this time. please leave a message after -"
Kyle threw his phone into the snow.
He's heard the last three times he's called.
Kyle started walking past it, then turned around grabbing his cellphone
from the snow and shoved it in his bag.
Not like it mattered.
Its fucking wet now, It wont work.
Kyle suddenly stopped.
There was a corner, One way to Cartman's house,
The other way to his.
He froze.
He looked down Cartman's street and concidered if he should stop by..
Then Kyle sighed. No fucking way.
He was way to fucking scared of that place now.
Kyle started walking towards his house, then stopped, turned around
and headed for Cartman's.
He was scarred.. But he wasent going to do what he did last night.
He wasent going to go through the night wondering.
He got to Cartman's and saw Cartman's black corvett in the parking lot,
with Rick's mustang. He stared,
'Should I?' he asked himself.
Fear spiked down his spine.
Suddenly a door opened from the house and Kyle quickly hid behind a tree.
He peeked out and saw Rick drunkily stumbling out in the yard with a bag in his right hand.
Rick stopped and Kyle's heart pounded, he ducked further behind the tree.
Then Rick kept going down the hill to their gardbadge can.
He flipped the bag in the wrong direction stumbling over his feet, then caught his balance
And slowly turned back to the gardbage can and this time succsesfully and slowly puting the bag in the can.
It ripped a little and all Kyle could see inside were
papers, bottles, plastic wrapers, bottles, tin foil and more bottles.
Kyle stared at Rick who was trying his best to get up a hill.
Kyle hoped he'd fall over.
Rick managed to finnaly get by to the porch,
"BOY, You better Clean the fucking dishes before I wake up!"
He yelled in the door,
Rick got onto the porch, opening the door, "Eric! You hear me you fucking-"
the door slamed before Kyle could hear the rest.
Kyle stod frozen there with his mouth open.
Then Kyle slowly turned around and felt himself slowly slide down the tree into a sitting position.
Kyle nodded his head and put his hands into it.
*************
The night wasent any better.
Kyle couldnt fucking sleep.
Thinking Cartman's there.. with that asshole.. right now.
It hurt him just knowing it.
Kyle tossed and turned in his bed.
He wished Cartman was there with him now,
He wished Cartman was here in his bed safe.. and He could protect
him from anyone hurting him.
Kyle wished Cartman didnt have to go through this.
He sighed and heard his phone vibrate, He quickly got out of
bed opening it,
'Please let it be Cartman, Please let it be Cartman..'
He begged.
He opened the phone then a huge ball of disapointment grew in his gut.
'Stan Calling' it said.
Kyle rolled his eyes and pressed talk.
"Hello?"
"hey dude"
"Hey.." Kyle suddenly wished he pressed iggnore.
"How are you?"
"Fine" Kyle lied.
"You dont sound fine"
"Look, just what do you want?" Kyle asked, not wanting to put up with
Stan's small talk right now.
"I dont know.. You just looked so down today, and you freaked out in class.
I just wanted to make sure your Ok."
Kyle said nothing a few moments, then said.
"No Stan. I'm not Ok. Ok? I'm not fucking Ok" he said.
Stan said nothing.
"Happy?" Kyle sneered,
"no"
Kyle sighed, "Look dude, I gotta go to bed, Ill talk to you later"
"Uh... ok."
Kyle clicked off setting the phone on his desk then he crawled back
into bed.
He turned to his side, hopeing maybe he could get some sleep tonight.
Though it was unlikely.
Cartman toke a swig of his vodka.
Nighttime. Finnaly.
Rick can go back to sleep and stop fucking bitching on him for
every god damn thing.
Cartman looked to his arm.
Brownish purple.
Cartman rolled his eyes, putting his mouth to his bottle and swinging it back again.
Rick hit him again today, no supprise.
He wanted him to do dishes.. Fuck that, he said no and he got hit.
Cartman was fine with that, He'd rather get beat then do dishes.. he was
getting used to getting beat anyway. It was becoming more of an every other day thing.
Cartman swung the bottle back again.
His mom left today.
She packed up her stuff and left.
"She's comming back" Cartman slurred, thinking about it.
This wasent the first time she'd done this.
She always came back and got "Punished" for leaving.
Even if she did leave, she would just leave him here.
Alone with this abbusive fucking asshole.
He wasent supprised.. Not like anyone loved him.. except Kyle.
Cartman put his head down just thinking of Kyle.
He fucking missed him.
Cartman suddenly felt tears beggining to blur into his eyes.
Cartman put his hands to his head and cried into them.
Damn he was so fucking emotinal when he was drunk.
Cartman knew he was drunk, He was all the time now.
Atleast he was numb.. atleast he didnt actually have to feel anything.
the fucking burn got rid of that shit.
Cartman kept crying then crawled, moving out of his spot for the first time in
the last four hours and crawled to his desk grabbing his cellphone.
He sneered wipping tears and turned on his phone.
'You have 10 new voice messages' it shinned up.
Cartman raised his eyebrows and pressed voicemail.
"RIING.
DING,
Welcome to your voicemail inbox,
If you want to listen to your messages press one"
One.
"first message..
Hey Cartman Its Kyle.. Again.
I um.. I just want to see how you are.." Kyle began with a saddness attached in his voice.
".. Just after you went home I havent heard from you.. call me back right when you get this..
Ok? .. Uh, Thats it." "I love you" Kyle added weakly, then hung up.
Cartman for the first time smiled.
A tiny smile, not even a whole smile but a smile,
"Next message.." the voicemail went on.
"Hey Dude, Its Kyle.. Where the fuck are you?.." Kyle sounded a little more mad in this message.
"Ive been trying to get a hold of you.. and.. whatever." It hung up.
Cartman raised his eyebrow, Kyle sounded pissed.
"Next message..
Hey.." Kyle's voice soffened.
"Sorry about my last message.
It was out of line.
Anyway, I hope you get this soon.. I'm really worried about you.
Fuck, that's sounds corny but i am. So call me."
It hung up.
"Next message .." Cartman hung up on the voicemail,
he wasent going to listen to them all.
He listed from Kyle's number and pressedf call putting the cellphone to his ear.
The room still felt like it was spinning.
Cartman knew for sure he couldnt stand up without falling over.
Kyle stared at the ceiling still awake.
He managed to Force himself to think of other things,
He's going to drive himself crazy thinking of Cartman all night.
This was useless.
He was never going to get any sleep.
Suddenly the phone vibrated on his desk.
Kyle closed his eyes and sighed, He slowly got up from his bed.
'Probably a text or something..' he figgured.
Kyle opened his phone,
'Cartman calling' the phone lit up.
Kyle's eyes went wide,
"Oh my god.."
He quickly pressed answer,
"hello?!"
"Hello?"
"..Kahl?"
"CARTMAN! Ive been trying to get a hold of you!"
Silence, a coughing sound was made in the backround
then,
"I know."
Kyle tapped his finger.. "Uh.. How are you?"
More silence.
"Uhh.. yew know, uh juzzz what ... ever"
Kyle frowned, "Cartman.. Are you drunk?"
More silence.
"No"
Kyle tightened his fists "Yes you are."
"No, no nah no listen to me. Kay? Kahl listen,
Shh... I uhm.. No I didnt"
Kyle clenched his teeth, "Your fucking lying to me.
Your slurring Cartman! what the fuck! you promised!"
Silence..
"I uh.. I mab had.. a little bit."
"FUCK A LITTLE! STOP FUCKING LYING TO ME!"
Kyle heard the phone get put down.
"Cartman? ... CARTMAN?!"
"Oh, Uh, Sorry.. No Kahl listen, You. AREWRONG. I.." Cartman's voice went higher
then he cleared his throat to sound normal, "Am fine."
Kyle nodded his head, "I cant believe you."
"KAHL I"M SORRY OK?! I"M FUCKING SORRY!"
Suddenly Cartman's winy voice he haddent used sense he was a kid
blurted out,
Kyle's eyes widdened, 'He's crying?!'
"I fucked up, I fucked, up, I fucked up.." he said lowly, sounding like he was pounding on something.
Then Kyle heard sobs.
"Cartman.. Cartman, Its ok" Kyle said softly,
"No its not! I'm a fuck up!" he cried,
"No.. No your not, you just, You just need some help"
Suddenly Cartman's sobs stopped.
"You need help you fuckin.. fuckin jew.
You need to be. COME. unjewish you fuckin -"
"HEY!" Kyle yelled
"I don need help. I.. I'm fine, Fuck you, and good luck" he slurred
and the dial tone came on.
'Good luck?' he wondered.
that didnt make any sense.. right. he's drunk.
Kyle shut his phone slowly.
"Oh my god.." Kyle whispered into his empty room.
He sat down in his chair and put his head in his arms.
'He's getting fucking worse..'
(Next day)
Kyle sighed. Cartman wasent at school.
again.
After last night.. he didnt know what to think.
The phone call kept running through his brain.
Cartman kept drinking..
Stan noticed Kyle really tense, He was looking down
all day putting his fingers through his hair.
'It's Cartman' Stan already knew.
It always was Cartman.
Plus, Cartman wasent at school again today.
This isnt looking too good.
******
Kyle went to sleep that night.
The same rutine as yesterday, except no call from
Cartman.
He kept kicking himself in the head with thoughts like,
'Maybe, I shouldnt have been so hard on him,
Maybe I should have said something else'
Not like it mattered.
Its not like he can go back and changed whats already been done.
*******
Cartman hasent moved.
Kept drinking.
The burn, the disapiernce.
Cartman suddenly heard the door slam downstairs, he got up
looking downwards from the stairs seeing his mom and her bags.
"Knew you'd come back" Rick's voice ached.
Lianne looked down,
"Well come here bitch how bout some lovin?"
Cartman rolled his eyes makeing his way back into his room.
'If I drink a little more maybe I'll fucking pass out'
He hoped, takeing another drink.
(Next day)
Kyle litteraly cried this morning.
He got down on his knee's and cried.
He missed Cartman.. Why was he doing this to himself?
Kyle looked up to the clock, few minneutes till were out of school,
No more excuses. Kyle was going to see him.
The bell rung and Kyle instantly got up from his chair grabbing his bag,
and walked out the door, pushing people in his way.
He got to his locker takeing out a few more books.
"hey" he heard someone beside him, he looked and saw Stan.
"hey" Kyle rushed,
Stan looked at him confused, "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"I'm going to see what the fuck Cartman's doing" Kyle said slameing his locker door
and walking to the school doors,
"Woah, woah, woah" Stan stod infront of him,
"Dude, I dont think thats a good idea"
"I dont care!" Kyle said pushing past him,
"Kyle, you dont want to go to a house like that!"
"I have too!"
"You cant!"
"I have too!"
"Why?!"
"BEACUSE CARTMAN IS GOING TO DRINK HIMSELF TO DEATH IF I DONT FUCKING HELP HIM!"
Stan store at Kyle with wide eyes.
Kyle store back, then a few secounds later just realized half the hallway was stareing
at him from his outburst.
"I gotta go" Kyle said pushing past him and heading to the door.
Kyle was fucking sure this is what he wanted to do.
He HAD too.
He was only a few minneutes away from Cartman's house.
He sighed, He had already built up the anger to demolish some of the fear of
his step dad.. but it wasent completely gone.
Hearing rick the other day screaming at him from outside the house..
Was the day Rick showed his true colors.
He wasent the cool guy Kyle thought he was.
But he was a damn good actor.
Kyle stopped takeing one last deep breath standing infront of Cartman's green house.
Then he bravely toke a step forward, then another then another.
His heart pounded faster each step he toke.
'That's odd' he thought.
He noticed Rick's car was gone.
Kyle finnaly walked to the door.
Feels like ages sense he's been on Cartman's porch.
Kyle toke one last breath and put his fingers through his hair,
Then knocked on the door.
'Knock Knock, Knock.'
.....
Nothing.
'Knock, knock, knock'
Kyle waited about a minneute but noone came.
'Maybe their not home?'
He concidered, then he shoke the thought.
Cartman's car was still here. he wouldnt go anywhere without it.
Kyle put his hand to the door, nervously twisting it open and it opened.
The house was dark.
All the lights were off.
"Hello?" he called.
Nothing.
Kyle came into the house and shut the door behind him.
"Cartman?" he called.
Nothing.
Kyle stepped up the stairs, and opened Cartman's door and
saw him.
Cartman was in the corner in his room, in Darkness with a bottle in his hand.
Acctually several bottles on the floor.
Kyle flipped on the lights angerily,
"CARTMAN!"
Cartman flinched a little from the sudden brightness then looked back to the ground,
"Wha.. What is this?"
Cartman didnt respond.
Kyle looked down to the floor, there were so many bottles he couldnt even count them all.
Kyle kicked the bottles out of his way to Cartman and put his hands on his shoulders,
"Why are you doing this?" he asked looking into his brown eyes.
Cartman didnt say anything.
"Fucking talk to me.." Kyle whispered softly, almost a beg.
Cartman looked down then back up to him,
"Stop drinking.." Kyle said softly with tears comming into his eyes.
"stop.. fucking.. DRINKING!" Suddenly rage caught
up with Kyle and he picked up full bottles of Vodka and threw them against cartman's
wall, They shaddered and the alcohol splattered all over his floor,
"STOP!" Kyle swung another bottle to the wall,
"FUCKING" Clash, the secound bottle colasped onto the ground
"DOING THIS!" Her threw another bottle and it collasped, the glass breaking and
alcohol splashed everywhere.
Kyle tightened his fists then fell to his knees starting to cry again.
Cartman made no movement.. just watched him,
Kyle sat there on his floor, hands and knees in alcohol spillings,
wipping his tears away and sobbing.
Cartman watched him, with no movment.
Kyle looked up to Cartman, with glassy eyes.
Cartman still remained silent.
Kyle crawled to him, and put his hands on Cartman's shoulders,
"You fucking killing yourself.." Kyle whimpered, chocking on tears at the back of his throat.
Cartman watched him saying nothing, then feeling his own eyes going wattery, he looked down
trying to hide it.
"Stop, fucking stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!" Kyle shoke him banging Cartman's back against
the wall. "WHY CANT YOU FUCKING STOP?!" He yelled.
Cartman kept his eyes locked to Kyle's emerald.
Kyle looked down and started sobbing again, this lasted a good two minneutes
with Cartman silently watching him, holding back his own tears.
Finnaly Kyle got up from the ground walking to the doorway.
Kyle turned takeing one last look
at Cartman, Who store sadly back at him,
And left.
Authors Note:
long fucking chapter.
Shesh.
Supprised at myself.
Well, whatever, I have nothing to do, its friday night
might as well.
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