Kyle thought that things couldn't get worse. Boy, they sure did.

"KYLE GET IN HERE!" Ike, Kyle's seven year old brother screamed to his much hated sibling.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Kyle was obviously annoyed as his brother had called him up while he was finishing off his homework. "Now what do you want, ya litlte brat?"

"Did you know that I was home yesterday?"

"N-n-noo..." Kyle's face went white. What if Ike had heard Kyle coming out to Stan?

"Nervous, I see. I know exactly what you're thinking. 'Did Ike hear me telling Stan I was a faggot?' The answer, is yes." Kyle couldn't help but think that his little brother had developped a potty mouth, just like he had when he was his age. That thought was pushed away as realisation sunk in. Ike knew. He could tell his parents.

"Uhh..."

"Don't even try and deny it, fag."

"Don't you dare tell Mom or Dad!"

"Oh don't even worry about that. I'm telling them, no matter what. There's no stopping me, fag!"

Kyle's eyes went wide, and his body trembled. If his parents found out, they wouldn't let him hang out with Stan alone in his room. Sure, they weren't dating, but his parents wouldn't listen to him, even if he begged them and told them nothing was going on with him and his best friend.

Before he could even yell at his little brother, they heard the front door opening. Sheila was home. Ike's face lit up, as he rushed to the kitchen where their mother was putting away her purse.

"Oh hello boys. How was your day?"

"Mom I have something very interesting to tell you!"

"Oh that's nice Ike! Can it wait until dinner? Maybe your father would like to hear about this big news."

"Great idea, Mom!" Kyle didn't have to read Ike's mind to know what he was thinking. He was taunting him.

Kyle quickly went upstairs and attempted to finish his homework, to get his mind off of the horror that was going to happen during dinner. He knew he had surely screwed up his homework, but who cared? The only thing worse then having something bad happen, is waiting for it to happen. He could picture dozens of senarios in his mind of his strict parents, most ending with Kyle being kicked out.

After the Broflovski's started eating their dinner, Sheila spoke up.

"So, Ike, you said you had some big news?"

"Kyle's gay," Ike said right away. He looked normal, but Kyle could tell he was smirking inside. Kyle staired at his shoes, not saying a word. He knew that denying it would only make things worse.

"WHA-WHA-WHAT!"

"Kyle! Is this true!" Gerald was obviously angry.

"Dad-" before Kyle could continue, his mother intrupted him.

"No son of ours is going to be gay, you faggot!"

"Mom!" Kyle was shocked that his mother would use such language.

"Ike, go finish your food in your room," their father demanded. "Now, Kyle, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Sheila broke into hysterics. "What did we do wrong, Gerald! I'm an awful mother!"

"Mom, there's nothing wrong with me!"

"Yes Kyle, there is! If the other moms at the church find out, we will be hated!"

Sheila rambled on and on about how many things were wrong with Kyle. All that was going through Kyle's mind was 'how could my parents be so unaccepting!'.

"Kyle, your mother and I need to talk about this. Please go to your room. No finishing dinner," Kyle's father said, pointing towards the stairs.

A small teat escaped the corner of Kyle's eye. He didn't go to his room, though. He went to the top of the stairs, where he could hear his parents perfectly.

"What did we do wrong!"

"Now now Sheila, it's okay. Stephan said that when his son, Butters was bi-curious, they sent him to a camp called New Grace, where they 'pray the gay away'. Maybe Kyle should go there?"

"That's a wonderful idea, Gerald!"

Kyle knew one thing. He was not going to that camp. While his parents started to take about the cost, he ran into his room, grabbed a bag and threw his clothes in. He stuffed his cell-phone into his pockets, and grabbed his spare jacket. He swung his bag over his shoulder after putting his jacket on, and snuck out the window when he heard his parents knocking at the door.

As soon as his parents barged in, Kyle was outside. He ran as far as he could before he was out of breath. He could see the park nearby, and walked there. He hid under the slide, and pulled out his phone. Who could he call? There was Kenny, Butters, and of course, Stan. Stan was the only one who knew his secret, besides his family. It had to be him he called.

Kyle dialed Stan's house number, and waited for someone to pick up. He started to cry, and his voice was choked up as someone picked up on the other end.

"Hello?" Kyle could tell Stan's mom, Sharon, had picked up the phone.

"Hello, Mrs. Marsh. Can I talk to Stan please?" Kyle sniffled, hoping that Sharon would sense something wrong.

"Well, he's eating right now,"

"Please, it's an emergency!" Kyle managed to choke out.

"Well, I guess you sound upset, and Stan is already finishing up, so I guess so."

"Thank you!"

"Hey dude-" Kyle cut him off.

"Stan! Oh my god,"

"Kyle! Holy shit, what's wrong! Where are you!"

"The... the park..." Kyle couldn't stop sniffling.

"I'll be right there," and Stan hung up.